Dreams... part 1

Intro: I have been working on this novel for almost 3 years now. I am pretty sure where I want it to go and how I want it to finish. I just need time to work on it, and maybe some encouragement to finish it. Because I am truly motivated my friends opinions I would like to start posting chapters on here as I complete them, and get your feedback on them. I am trying to finish up a little more on this story then I will begin to post it. I you read it will you just post a comment, good or bad, just so I know what interest, if any there is.





Rain, again. It was the middle of July and it was raining for the third day in a row and not a quick summer shower, pouring buckets of rain, like it would in early spring. The streets were soaked; the gutters had rivers flowing in them. Some of the neighborhood boys had made boats out of newspaper and were racing them on either side of the street, splashing water into the paper ships- their captains ranting incoherent slurs. She was driving, not intending to splash the young sea men. She shrugged and mouthed an unheard apology, then turned to smile admiring the young toddler in the back seat. Attempting to watch both the road and the child. In the rear view mirror. She refocused her attention to the road, when the cell phone rang She jumped as she reached to answer it. A quick glance at the ID told her what she already knew. “I am on my way!” she exclaimed. “I doubt you’re the last one.” She replied after a brief pause. “It took longer than I planned. You won’t be late, see you in a min…WHOA!” the phone fell just out of reach under her pedals. A car had pulled out cutting her off and in the wet rain she skidded to a halt as she checked the rear view again for the condition of the child. After catching her breath she bent down for the phone hearing the muffled panic on the other end. “I am ok, just slick roads is ahhh—“she dropped the phone again. She had neglected to check the road in the mirror she had so carefully been watching the child in, a semi truck was sliding directly into her van, and the screech of the brakes drown out by the pounding of the rain. And her pounding heart. As it hit a small explosion startled me awake.
I screamed until my mother ran in- I was 7, it was the first nightmare I remembered. I remembered it because later that day I was watching TV with my father and the news anchor told about a wreck in the rain that very day, as they showed the picture of the women killed in a tragic car accident with her child, I knew her. It was the lady from my dream.
Dreams are funny things. Once in a while they are silly with fantastic things happening to you, and you wake laughing wondering where the bizarre images came from. Other times they wake you in a cold sweat, unsure whether or not it was real. Mine however are real. They remind me of the soap operas my mother used to watch, every episode ending with a cliffhanger. My dreams however don’t always “return after these messages” It is as if someone has changed the channel. Starting on a new series, with new characters. It was that night at age seven I realized they were real. To avoid the terror I felt when I realized what I had dreamed had become a reality, mom made me stop watching the news with my dad. I don’t think she ever believed why it made me so upset, she was just tired of trying to calm me down for bed each night. I realized at some point there was not anything I could do about it, and just tried to forget the dreams in the morning.