Eyes of the Clergy
I am wrapped in a soft, white material and I can feel a wetness on my forehead.
I open my eyes and see the minister, his eyes turned upwards as he recites something that I do not understand, because I do not yet know anything about speech.
He then looks down into my eyes, smiles and continues to speak, then looks right and left, obviously talking to people nearby.
The world changes and I am now inside the minister’s head, looking through his eyes, directly into mine, which are blue. They truly are.
I have never had that dream again.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOh my, very spooky, Allan! I’m imagining a christening but, of course, it could be something much more sinister! Nicely done!
Thank you Linda. This really was part of a dream. I tried to fill in the holes to make some sense of it.
That dream was truly intriguing, Allan. Well done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Lotchie. Much appreciated.
You are always welcome, Allan.
Allan, I never thought that your protagonist was having a dream! I found the line ‘The world changes and I am now inside the minister’s head’, a bit scary. It left me with the question, ‘why?’ I would love to read more.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Marianna. This was a dream that I actually had, almost verbatim. I’ve put it to one side for when I finish my current long (ish) fiction project with a view to expansion.