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Dreams

By Jorge SanchezPublished 3 years ago 6 min read
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Photo by Keith Hardy on Unsplash

Lush waves of sand covered the desert in all directions. Richard charges further inside the orange abyss towards his military base.

Hours passed, and the sun began setting behind him. There wasn’t much else to make out. He moved forward one carefully placed foot at a time until he came to a stop. He wore long robes and facial coverings. Pulling the first layer over his head and tying the opening, he laid down and went asleep with his backpack as a pillow.

Richards jumps from the sound of his growling stomach. A few protein bars and seventy-five percent of a water sac make up the contents of his backpack. He grabs a protein bar and unwraps it under his clothes to avoid eating sand. He takes a few sips of water before he departs. The sun still hadn’t risen when his journey continued.

The heat of the sun’s rays bore down from directly above him. Lips began breaking, exposing sand to wounds. Richard crouched down, swung his backpack around to the front. He dropped his head after a few failed attempts to find water in an empty sack. Slowly, Rich stands up. His backpack lay on the ground for a moment. Finally, he grabs it, puts it on, and continues onward.

Relentless clouds blinded the young man under an ocean of darkness. He nibbled on his final protein bar taking long breaks between each bite. After five nibbles, he wrapped up the bar and put it away. Rich stood for a moment stepping from side to side as the current shoved him. His hands made fists he stood his ground and let out a growl. Moments later, he dropped to the floor and assumed his sleeping position.

Starting in a fetus position, Richard tossed his body from side to side shaking off the sandhill that pilled over him during his nap. The moon reigned at this hour at night. Despite the storm, animal noises began making their debut on the ongoing windy soundtrack. Richard continued to fidget.

A couple more naps before Rich dragged himself up and carried on. The moon was young that night, but Richard traveled yawning along his route.

Face covered with sand. Sweat stains decorated his nude and white-colored robes. He dragged his feet from side to side as he made his way out of the storm until he collapsed.

Tears began to swim down his face. He began punching the ground. Suddenly, he let out an angry yell. With both hands firmly on the sand, Richard attempts to pull himself up. The weight of his body made his arms tremble, causing his right arm to give in. Rich hit the floor beneath him, face first. The wind eased as Richard snored.

Rich sat up when he found a pair of eyes meet his. A slender man, with the same cinnamon-brown skin, stood over him. He took his gaze off of the stranger to discover himself in an oasis. Palm trees and shrubs were surrounding a round body of water. The water flowed from the vaginal opening of a female statue with four heads and eight arms. She sat on a throne directly opposite of him and sat two stories tall. All the faces were different. He focused on the visage he could make out most clearly. Richard jolted a step back, suddenly. The countenance he focused on had come to life for a quick moment, but when he jumped, the statue returned to her original form. As if nothing had changed.

Naked bodies began to walk into view from behind the palms trees and the shrubs. Most were men, except a few women. He looked down at his body and noticed he was also naked. Looking back at the man who startled him, Rich noticed he was also naked. “You got two more miles,” spoke the familiar man.

They both shared the same look in their eyes, fierce facial features, but the stranger was thinner with slightly sharper cheekbones and fuller lips. Meanwhile, Rich was broad and chiseled. He also wore army tattoos. He had four stars on his right arm, a shield on his back near the stars, and the number seven three times on his chest. The triple seven was also on the right side of his chest. They shared the same hair texture. Although Richard wore his hair short, his friend wore his long.

They stood next to each other. The small nude crowd walked towards the giant statue, but before Richard joined the rest, he noticed his twin was suddenly wearing a tribal mask. A vicious monkey face with fur all around. Gnarly teeth grinned with tightened eyebrows and eyes that glared at you. The sight made Richard take one quick step back and a double-take. The masked companion started taking steps ahead of him. Noticing his back for the first time, Richard saw his friend also had a tattoo on his back. Blue and orange watercolors with white and black dots surrounding a white heart shape with black eyes on top and a line coming down the middle leading to a beak. It was a rainbow barn owl. Richard remembered seeing them when he was younger.

The bird seemed to be flying backward as his friend approached the statue. Richard took off behind him, but before he could reach him, the mysterious man had submerged underwater. Ready to dive in after him, Rich stopped. He turned his gaze at the stone giant. Frozen still, he witnessed her speaking from every side. One face was annoyed while another listened carefully. Richard turned his eyes to look at the woman from earlier. She was already looking at him. Once their eyes locked, Richard jumped, and she broke out in a burst of echoing laughter. As the four-headed woman spoke, the sound reverberated without forming words. He tilted his head, took a step towards her, and fell into the oasis.

The languished Richard picked himself up from the ground. Little by little, Richard began to understand. He was in the desert, he was still trying to get back to his base, but the storm was gone. “Two miles,” the voice rang.

Standing tall and with no sense of direction, he continued to walk. All he could think about was the oasis in his dream. His stomach tightened, and his throat clenched to gulp down saliva. Nevertheless, his blood boiled, persuading him to move forward.

Placing one dragged foot in front of the other and unable to pick the other off the ground, he tripped. Quickly realizing he was falling, he brought his forearms to his face before he fell on the bed of sand beneath him.

As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a clumsy Richard struggled to place his hands firmly on the sand. Another deep inhale, and he managed to lift his torso. Next came his knees. Gently, he leaned back to sit on his ankles. “You got this,” he smiled. Lifting a knee to ground his right foot and balancing himself with his left arm. Now standing erect after pushing himself up, he wobbled a bit from the rush in his head. He stood there for a minute, allowing the rush to pass. Took one last breath and began his march again.

“PALM TREES!” He shouted at first sight and took off running, occasionally tripping over himself and struggling to keep up with his breath. He heard a voice but continued running until he jumped in the water. Without any concern, he began to drink right where he fell.

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