dreamworkerin

The brilliant sunrise that Saturday in October gave no hint of what was to come. More portentous was a horrific vision that had just awoken me with a start. I saw my brother, Ed, standing alone. He was surrounded by darkness, but a mysterious incandescence revealed deep cuts on his face and neck. His face was contorted in anguish and he was wailing --like a banshee-- the name of his wife, Louisa. Almost as suddenly as it appeared, the phantasm was gone, but it left me feeling terrified.


Shaken, I tried to assure myself it was not reality and went to make a pot of coffee. Whilst waiting for the water to boil, I gazed out of the window at the truly breath-taking sight of the sun hauling itself up over the horizon, as if engaged in a mortal battle against the dark, foreboding rain-clouds that were approaching rapidly from the west.
The kettle boiled and I absently poured the water onto the fresh coffee grounds. Steam rose from the glass jug, dispersing the rich scent of the coffee around the kitchen and, for the moment, I forgot my nightmarish vision, looking forward instead to tasting the brew I had made. When finally the infusion was complete, I transferred it to a mug and made my way out into the garden from where I continued to watch the sun making its laboured progress over the horizon. The air was crisp and refreshing so I stayed out there for some time reflecting on how lovely this time of the morning is, and how seldom I was even awake at this hour. I made a promise to myself to try and experience this more often as I felt a tremendous feeling of tranquillity.
Once the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, not to be seen again for the remainder of the day, I made my way back inside the house. I had planned to spend the day relaxing, after the usual hard-slog of the week but, presently, the troubling vision of my brother returned and I began to feel extremely anxious. I was becoming convinced that something terrible must have happened to Ed and Louisa. Although I repeatedly attempted to convince myself that what I had seen was merely a dream, I could not shift that image. I picked up the telephone and dialled Ed's number with a shaking, perspiring hand. Louisa answered.
"Oh, err, are you all right Louisa?" I tentatively asked her.
"I'm fine, just got up. You don't sound too good though"
I explained the dream to her and enquired if Ed was there.
"Yes he's here, still asleep. They're fine, stop worrying, it was just a dream" she said, attempting to assuage me. My anxiety appeased a little, we said our goodbyes and I returned to looking at the world outside the window. It was raining now. The sun had finally lost the battle for supremacy and a torrential downpour had begun. Wind rattled the windows in the frames. Despite Louisa's assurances that there was no need to worry, I still felt more somewhat uneasy. I decided to listen to the radio -- perhaps it would help me to forget what I had seen. There was a program on about the Cochineal beetle, and I listened with interest to the presenter explaining that, these days, people preferred natural colourings in their food. On balance, I concluded that I would rather eat food laced with chemicals than eat dried, pulverised beetles. This was not helping matters much though, since the constant reference to deep crimson reds was reminding me of the bleeding apparition of Ed.
By now I had had enough and resolved to go and see Ed and Louisa -- it seemed the only way to put my mind at rest. I rushed outside and jumped into my car. I noted that the roads were wet, and a little icy in places, as I pulled out of my driveway. There was hardly any traffic on the roads though, so I put my foot down and tried to get to their house as quickly as possible, taking every short-cut I knew. The sky was becoming very dark and I was struggling to see, but I felt a massive impulse to get to my destination as fast as I could. Then, as I was driving along, the same vision returned -- I panicked and swerved onto the other side of the road, smashing headlong into an on-coming car. I was knocked unconscious for a few seconds, but as I came to, I could see to whom the other car belonged. There was Ed, head slumped over the steering wheel and not moving. Next to him, in the passenger seat, was Louisa -- also badly injured. I wrestled myself free from my wrecked car and rushed to open the doors. Louisa seemed the more badly injured so I went to her door first. I struggled to open it, but, aided by masses of Adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I yanked the door open and checked her pulse and breathing. She was dead. I ran round to the other side of the car to check on Ed. He was breathing. I managed to bring him round and as he sat up in his seat, he turned his head to see his wife's lifeless body. He screamed her name and I could see the cuts in to his head and neck, illuminated by my car headlights. It transpired that they had been on their way to see me -- worried by my anxious phone-call.

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