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Last Night, A Dream.

By Amber Tamblyn

I’m floating in a Hawaiian ocean, belly up to the Trade Winds.  Hands up over my head.  Eyes closed.  Cocooned in the Pacific salinity.  The sun is the most attentive lover.  I can hear nothing under.  I feel everything above.  The current begins to calm.  I wonder if I’ve drifted too far off shore.  I open my eyes and look back to the beach where tiny people under tiny umbrellas poke out of the thread thin sand line like miniature willows.  It’s quiet where I am.  I can see hugely dark storm clouds in the distance coming up over the mountains and towards them.  It will pour on their towels first.  Maybe I should stay in the water where I’m already wet?  Let it pass?  The cloud is so big, I can’t even make out which way it’s moving.  West?  Southwest?  There are bursts of blurry plum colored thunder from deep within.  Looks like a fire’s smoke.  I’m in awe.  I’ve never seen something that shade, a cloud so confident.  I hear the human oars of a backstroke coming up behind me.  I turn.  Benazir Bhutto has stopped her swimming 5 feet from me.  Her head bobs up and down in the water.  Mouth, no mouth.  Just eyes and nose.  Mouth, no mouth.  Just eyes.  She’s paddling with her hands, keeping herself in place.  She’s staring at me.  Her hand comes out of the water, she places her index finger against her lips.  “Shhhhh.”

Comments (7)

  • On December 8, 2009 at 11:48 pm Stephanie Cascio wrote:

    This was a dream? How interesting.

  • On December 9, 2009 at 7:36 am M D wrote:

    Today, questions form. Benazir Bhutto wears a bikini and bobs like an apple? Storms bear down on swimming starlets? Poetry pours from the mouth of a babe? Is there symmetry in dreams?

    • On December 9, 2009 at 1:27 pm Amber Tamblyn wrote:

      I never said she was wearing a bikini. I could only see her face.

      This was all I can remember from a dream I had 2 nights ago. Wanted to share it. I woke up feeling freaked out by it.

      A

  • On December 10, 2009 at 12:20 pm Ann wrote:

    What a vivid dream! I really enjoyed the description – I could really see it in my mind. I wonder what it means?

  • On December 12, 2009 at 9:44 pm B wrote:

    Nice to have this quality post, makes the internet bill worth paying.

  • On December 13, 2009 at 3:54 pm Steve Mackin wrote:

    A Dream

    I had to replace a burnt out light,
    which I was sure was a single bulb.
    I found I had to stand on a chair,
    which felt as if it was made of stone.
    And I had to lean against a wall
    and rest my head upon an edge
    opening on an unfathomable hole.
    And I had to grab the chandelier
    to steady it to change the bulb.
    And when I did then lights ignited,
    more lights than I knew were there,
    a second, which had seemed extinct,
    and another I couldn’t see before,
    and then thousands flickering with
    a perfect, brilliant pearly sphere
    hovering at the center of it all.
    And under the lights the chair ignited,
    ten thousand sights, and the great abyss
    was full of water so pure it was invisible
    but for the glittering play of lights
    that revealed “the vasty fields of France”
    and that jewel set in the silver sea.

    SPMackin

  • On December 19, 2009 at 9:58 pm Verna wrote:

    I love this poem. Very visual. and the last line is perfect. It sounds like a sweet dream, Amber. I’m wondering what was going on that you were freaked out by it.


Posted in Uncategorized on Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 by Amber Tamblyn.