Dangerous Dreams

By George Forder

Dreams are the subconcious, making its way to the surface. They are the tip of the iceberg. There is sense in here and as working examples of dreams in action this bit of fiction is closer to the truth than you imagine. Perhaps they are dangerous, perhaps they are old friends; like the darkness beneath the surface.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Forder
• Release date: Dec 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458069979

George Forder

George Forder is an educator and writer from South Africa. When he isn't writing he's somewhere in the bush.

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Dangerous Dreams

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George Forder

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Dangerous Dreams

Copyright 2010 by George Forder

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Preface

I've written down my dreams for 15 years. Sometimes the dreams don't come. Then I write stories.

I know the dreams are there. They just won't rise to the surface. Sometimes something simple helps, like coffee or cheese at bedtime. I don't really mind if they don't come, but they have become old friends. Like fantastic movies, yet far more real than anything tinsel town can produce. Avatar is dull and tired compared to the worlds in my head.

People have asked me how I can publish some of my dreams, given the personal nature and subconscious revelations. But anyone who has made friends with their dreams knows that the dream material is as far from reality as it can be. It is the innocuous, subtle dreams that often have the most impact. Small fragments from the past, that the mind lets through knowing they can only just be dealt with on the surface, but appearing to others as simple dreams of no great import. Some of these dreams have become so real they border on memories and the line between fact and fiction blurs, 'til the dreamer could swear they actually happened. I forget which.

I know that there are patterns, and even a sequence. Perhaps you can see the logic?

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On Dreaming

My fifth birthday had been great. I had saved the main present until last and opened it with trembling fingers. I knew it would be a cowboy holster and six gun and would transform me into a lone ranger, at one with the prairie, wild, rugged and tough, totally in tune with the environment and every scent, sound and breath of air around the campfire. I tore the pretty paper with trembling fingers

The holster had jewels embedded in the leather.

I knew it was fake and couldn't take me an inch into the wilderness. I wanted scuffed worn leather, dirty and used, not this sanitized toy of ostentation and braggadocio. I hid my disappointed behind the appropriate thank you's and waited for the chance to slip quietly behind the house and remove the jewels, scuff and scratch the leather, and slip into the wild west.

My mother caught me in the act. We were poor and she had probably spent more than necessary on my dream. I could see the hurt on her face and the betrayal in her eyes. My thank you had been my first adult lie, my first attempt at playing the game whilst denouncing my true beliefs and values, and I'd been caught, rejecting her love and following my own future.

Sometimes at 3 am I lurch awake in a horrific sense of guilt and loss and pain, with the ruby jewel in the centre of the holster fading into the dark.

I don't know whether its a dream or real, but the feelings are more tangible than pain or life and death.

These are the real dreams, with residue and fallout and long lasting implications.

These dreams are hard to talk about, because they have no beginning and no end and