A Dream About Dementia
I dreamed I was in my childhood home and through a window I saw a pool. I watched rising water, limpid green surges seeping towards our house and knew a flood was coming. In that moment a colossal wave appeared, titanic height, depth and power; it rose above then crashed upon the roof. I ran to escape, to swim away but saw swirling sea through every piece of glass and knew the door must stay shut if I was not to drown. The water did not penetrate; the wave subsided and I was safe but my mother was gone forever.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
This is powerful stuff, Max. Bothered about your mother though...after the earlier drabble!
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Max about 7 years ago
Thanks Neville! My mum's dementia and the dream are real. I'm not sure how it reads to others but I felt compelled to write it down. Just to reassure you, however, the other drabble was a response to a challenge by SJ Gunn (who I believe you know...?) to write something under the title 'The Burning of the Witch'. She does seem to cop it every 'witch' way though! :-D Poor ol' thing!
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Centipede1 about 7 years ago
Great descriptive writing; almost felt that I was there.
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
Sorry to hear about your mum, Max. Mine had a similar condition. Sad from our perspective, but she seemed happy enough so it maybe wasn't so bad for her.
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Jamie Clapperton about 7 years ago
Thanks for sharing the well described window into your dream, Max , and sorry about what inspired it.
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Max about 7 years ago
Thanks for the feedback guys. Yep, dementia is a toughy. I guess sometimes writing is about digging deep.
