Fiction On Odyssey: A Good Dream
Start writing a post

Fiction On Odyssey: A Good Dream

Among these meaningless glimpses into the sleeping mind are the dreams that some people are just destined to have.

Fiction On Odyssey: A Good Dream
Photo by Bruno Martins on Unsplash

Everyone has dreams. Some are quickly forgotten, mere echoes of fleeting thought in the night, while others are vivid and remembered for days. Sometimes, dreams are peaceful, and other times, they're nightmarish. They can reveal our innermost fears and anxieties in strange and abstract ways. Among these meaningless glimpses into the sleeping mind are the dreams that some people are just destined to have.

A Good Dream

In her dream resided wide meadows rolling away into the hard blue line of the horizon.

In her dream, the sun beamed down in rays of sleepy golden warmth.

In her dream, she could hear the gentle gurgling of the river and watched its snake-like form unwind all across the grassland.

In her dream, she was completely alone, though her family was there.

Her father, young and handsomely dressed, toiled dutifully at a tall mountain of paperwork, the chains about his wrists and ankles clinking together with a merry clangor.

Her mother, perpetually surrounded by all sorts of highborn ladies and gentlemen, all of whom wore masks depicting heinous and monstrous forms. In a way, she, too, was chained.

What did my chains look like? She wondered. The girl lifted an arm and blankly observed the crisscrossing scars that blotted her pale flesh. She rubbed absently at her wrists, feeling the deep divots in her skin where the metal had chafed, tightened, and sliced. There was nothing now but red and purple bruises to show for it.

What was it that released those chains? Who had the power to release them?

Did it matter?

I suppose not, she thought. What mattered was that she was finally free of them. She no longer had to think of herself as an echo to her parents, a living prop for them to boast of to their various business partners and family friends.

In the world as she'd known it, the sky was always filled with greasy black fumes from the surrounding industrial factories, and the air tasted like poison. There had forever been talk of the war edging closer and closer, a food shortage in that city, a massacre in another.

So much noise, constantly filling her head, deafening her. The world itself just seemed too loud. The ceaseless clanging of the chains had been on the verge of driving her mad. Everyone had them.

A niggling thought wormed its way through her mind. Is it truly possible to break those chains?

Dark, brooding clouds gathered slowly over the meadows. Lightning licked across the sky in veins of blue and white, followed soon by the hollow rumble of thunder. Despite the clouds, the air was so dry.

Against the horizon, the girl could see a deep orange blaze lashing up toward the clouds. Flames drank the grasslands with whooshing red tongues, consuming her family, her peaceful, green world.

When she woke, morning sunlight and fresh tears were on her face. It felt as though a great weight was settling back over her, like the caul was being drawn back over her entire body.

Almost instinctively, she studied her wrists again, but they were smooth and unblemished now, free of any scars.

Yet as she moved to leave her bed, she swore she could hear the dry clacking of metallic chains.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
Student Life

Waitlisted for a College Class? Here's What to Do!

Dealing with the inevitable realities of college life.

college students waiting in a long line in the hallway

Course registration at college can be a big hassle and is almost never talked about. Classes you want to take fill up before you get a chance to register. You might change your mind about a class you want to take and must struggle to find another class to fit in the same time period. You also have to make sure no classes clash by time. Like I said, it's a big hassle.

This semester, I was waitlisted for two classes. Most people in this situation, especially first years, freak out because they don't know what to do. Here is what you should do when this happens.

Keep Reading...Show less
a man and a woman sitting on the beach in front of the sunset

Whether you met your new love interest online, through mutual friends, or another way entirely, you'll definitely want to know what you're getting into. I mean, really, what's the point in entering a relationship with someone if you don't know whether or not you're compatible on a very basic level?

Consider these 21 questions to ask in the talking stage when getting to know that new guy or girl you just started talking to:

Keep Reading...Show less

Challah vs. Easter Bread: A Delicious Dilemma

Is there really such a difference in Challah bread or Easter Bread?

loaves of challah and easter bread stacked up aside each other, an abundance of food in baskets

Ever since I could remember, it was a treat to receive Easter Bread made by my grandmother. We would only have it once a year and the wait was excruciating. Now that my grandmother has gotten older, she has stopped baking a lot of her recipes that require a lot of hand usage--her traditional Italian baking means no machines. So for the past few years, I have missed enjoying my Easter Bread.

Keep Reading...Show less

Unlocking Lake People's Secrets: 15 Must-Knows!

There's no other place you'd rather be in the summer.

Group of joyful friends sitting in a boat
Haley Harvey

The people that spend their summers at the lake are a unique group of people.

Whether you grew up going to the lake, have only recently started going, or have only been once or twice, you know it takes a certain kind of person to be a lake person. To the long-time lake people, the lake holds a special place in your heart, no matter how dirty the water may look.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

Top 10 Reasons My School Rocks!

Why I Chose a Small School Over a Big University.

man in black long sleeve shirt and black pants walking on white concrete pathway

I was asked so many times why I wanted to go to a small school when a big university is so much better. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure a big university is great but I absolutely love going to a small school. I know that I miss out on big sporting events and having people actually know where it is. I can't even count how many times I've been asked where it is and I know they won't know so I just say "somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin." But, I get to know most people at my school and I know my professors very well. Not to mention, being able to walk to the other side of campus in 5 minutes at a casual walking pace. I am so happy I made the decision to go to school where I did. I love my school and these are just a few reasons why.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments