Every night Daniel had the same futile dream. He’d wander bare, scorched earth to the base of the steep, sheer cliff face and begin to climb. He’d climb till his limbs ached and his fingertips bled, begging footholds and handgrips, gradually filling with anticipation at the promise of the top, only to reach it and find the dull flat expanse of empty miles ahead of him once more. In the faraway distance, the stacked cliff loomed again. Nearly hopeless, he’d lift himself and start over, his steps heavy.
Daniel always woke before he reached the mountain a second time.
Reminds me of a dream I once had.
I see some similarity in your story with mine. The idea that you can never quite get there. Great story!
Very vivid imagery, Christi. I recognise the frustration when you have that kind of dream.
Dear Christi,
It doesn’t sound like Daniel ever wakes rested. I think he might want to seek therapy. Good descriptions. I was exhausted just reading. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Poor fellow. Thank god he wakes when he does. he needs to speak to someone.
I love that you made it into a dream sequence, but wanted a different kind of zinger at the end. Not sure what… Good job!
What a feeling of hopelessness and gloom you conveyed! I’m glad I don’t have that dream. I’d need a nap just to recover. I think Patrick’s suggestion of therapy is a great idea!
janet
The feeling of hopelessness is overpowering in this piece. Poor Daniel!
Poor Daniel, I hope he works things out so he gets where he wants to go
Very much like a nightmare.. and real mountains are exactly like that.. there is always that extra peak to climb… well written.
Isn’t that just how it usually happens? You wake up just before…
Nice!
Good story and well written. I could feel his fatigue. If he keeps having the same dream, I agree he needs help.