The silence of the dreams

The hand that touched my elbow was cold, and felt clammy. I turned to look back in panic. It was perhaps my startled reaction and the expression of alarm on my face which brought a sudden, amused smile upon the lips of the person I found standing before me.
The features of his face were like a sketch from a distant past, his right hand was covered with a white bandage…and it looked a bit dirty.
I forced my mind to recollect where I had seen the face.
It was like those drawings one made as children, where the trick is to keep moving the pencil chronologically on the dots till a face is formed on the paper.
I stood on the sidewalk, trying to recognize that face, feeling fuzzy brained. The person, who was standing before me, kept smiling all the while, watching my confusion. Not helping, not speaking at all.
Just smiling mildly. The drops of rain fell in a soft spray on him, wetting his hair and clothes, but it did not seem to bother him.
He just stood on the pavement. Smiling.
Involuntarily, I extended my umbrella towards him; to save him from the rain, and to my sudden, absolute horror, I saw the face and the form disappear.
It seemed as if he was dissolved in the pouring rain. I was holding out the umbrella in an empty space. Few passers by gave me vague looks and I pulled the umbrella back, feeling foolish and scared.
My heart was beating hard. I could feel the pulse throbbing in my temples, inside my throat and behind my eyes.
In my half awake state I saw the raindrops roll down my window pane.


Posted last night on Dream Gazette with thanks to Lynn Behrendt












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