"Wake up!"
The boy who formed his dream to reach the moon through his three triangular toys, tried to wake up his friend who was dreaming and shouting No!
His friend, another boy his age holding his created wooden planes in his hands, was awakened abruptly.
"You are dreaming!"
He said to him, relieved that he opened his eyes.
The other boy lifted himself up as he stretched his legs and back into a sitting position beside him under the tree.
"What was it?"
He asked.
"It was an ugly dream."
The other boy responded.
"Tell me."
He urged him.
So the other boy started to narrate the story of his dream while fixing his gaze to the wooden plane he still has in his hands.
"I found myself in different places where I saw all kinds of weird monuments, altars and buildings.
The friend started while he listened and did not say a word.
"In one city I don't recognize, I saw tall, very tall buildings. They almost reached the sky as I looked at them from the ground."
Both heard a creaking sound somewhere that they turned their heads at the same time, but found no one.
"Each building has designs and paintings of different wild animals as they move upward. Then I saw a big sign saying: The Winner and Ruler of the Year is Cobra!"
He was astonished by his friend's story.
"What do you mean?"
He asked.
"I turned to look for the building with the cobra paintings. It was so high that from the ground you could only see sparks of lights on top. Sounds like a party since it was the only building with music on every floor. Then I realized, it was indeed the highest compared to all the other buildings."
His friend's eyes were showing his unbelievable feelings of what he saw.
"Was there anyone else with you?"
He asked another question.
"No. I was the only one wandering around."
"Weird."
"Yes, weird."
They both agreed. Then the storyteller continued.
"I rubbed the back of my neck because of the strain. I felt closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I was in another city. And it was more weird than the first."
"Tell me more."
His friend took a deep breath before continuing his story.
"I found myself in an intersection where around me were different roads leading to high altars, structures and monuments."
This time, it was his eyes that questioned the friend's story. But he did not say a word.
"At one end of the road, there was a big monument of a coin in golden color."
"Really?"
"Yes! Below it, full of people in glamorous attires worshipping it!"
"What?"
"Well that's nothing compared to the others I saw."
"Like what?"
"Like on the other end of a road I saw an altar with sculptured genitals, human genitals!"
"Whaaat? You mean vagina and penis?"
"Yes! Below the big sculptures in red paint were men and women worshipping them naked!"
Both were speechless for a minute while looking at each other with wide opened eyes of amazement. Then burst into laughter.
The writer behind a distant tree, who made the creaking sound before as he stepped on some dried leaves just shook his head smiling at the two men sharing a laugh. Before his eyes, he was seeing men not boys.
"What else?"
He continued to ask his friend who was telling the story of his dream.
"Then from another road, my attention was called. It was a road filled with different sculptures and monuments of all sorts of things, animals and people."
"Have you seen all of them?"
"No. As some of them were placed inside big structures like altars and each has its own worshippers. I wanted to enter the road to see more of them closely, but as soon as I stepped on a foot, the closest worshippers on both sides wanted to grab me to come with them. That is why I shouted 'No' as I got so scared."
Both of them just kept quiet after the story. They gave their look at the toys they have on their hands.
"I had a dream too."
He told his friends as he put the triangles back on top of the other.
"What was it?"
He took a deep breath and looked at the wooden plane of his friend.
"Your wooden plane lit an idea in my mind. Then I saw the moon."
The writer remembered what he was talking about. The Pen has written about it in Done.
(To read:Tap Done link)
"I saw you there."
It was the writer's mind saying it to himself.
"Tell me your dream."
It was the boy's friend asking him to share his dream. He just smiled.
"In my dream, I became an astronaut."
He started.
(To read: Tap Done 2 link)
"Wake up man! You have more stories to write."
It was Gabrielle.
Like other times, he could only see Gabrielle leaving by the door once he came back from his dreams.
"Thank you!"
He called to him before the door got closed. He went back to his reading of the book about Kings 1 and 2. The pen beside it.
"Manases became king at twelve years old. Hmm."
He sighed.
(c) bbayonito20/bethbciar
