"The Dream", a Meaningless Story.

The Dream


Going, going, gone.

There I was again, walking down the street just outside of town. I could see the ocean and a few fisherman on the beach. Being still close to town, the road is lined with vendors selling pots, baskets, sandals, firewood and an assortment of fruits, vegetables and fish. The road is a bit difficult to walk on as it was made of broken seashells. I’m glad I have sandals, as many people on the road are barefoot.

Immediately I recognize the dream. I had had this dream now multiple times. In fact, I had had it so often, I could remember the details when I woke up. The dream always starts out pleasant but it´s always the unpleasant part that wakes me up. Always in my awake state I tell myself that the next time I have the dream, I´m going to change the ending. But each time in the dream, I fail to have the control to make the change.

Here I am in Atlantis, an ancient world that had disappeared for unknown reasons. Most of the modern world was familiar with it, believed it had existed, but had no idea where it was or what happened to it. I still don´t know where it was but I´m quite sure I know what happened to it. My hope is that my dream isn´t a regression to a past life because I´m not sure I could live with the guilt of being solely responsible for the demise of an entire civilization.

In my waking times, I would be slightly upset because most people in their dreams would find themselves in the role of status, a King, a Queen, an Emperor or some form of upper class. Not me, no, I was a plumber. Not even a plumber for the royalty, just an average everyday plumber. I have no knowledge of my work hours or even of any jobs I had done. I only know I was part of the working class, an unknown, until I destroyed the ancient land.

As I amble down the street, the weight of my toolbox reminds me that I need to clean it out as soon as I get home. The walks along the beachfront road are enjoyable and I’m always amazed at how friendly everyone is. It´s as if no one has any worries. People call me by name and I know most of theirs.  Life seems pleasant, organized and carefree, unlike what life was like in my waking hours.

As I walk along among the people, I glanced down. There, lying in some scattered seashells on the road, was what appeared to be a bathtub stopper. Being a plumber, I decided to stop and pick it up as it may come in handy should one of my customers happen to need it.

I reach down, grab the stopper and pull on it, but it appears to be stuck in the ground. I pull harder and harder but it just won’t come out of the road. Realizing the stopper is really set in the ground, I set down my toolbox and open it to remove a large screwdriver to try to pry it out of the road. Placing the screwdriver under the stopper, I applied as much pressure as I could. Finally it pops out of the ground. To my surprise, as the stopper pops out, a geyser of water starts spraying out of the hole in the ground, where the stopper was. I’m extremely surprised at how much water is rushing out of the ground and the amount of water and pressure seems to be increasing by the second.

People start gathering around and ask me questions but I fail to understand what they’re saying as I continue to watch the geyser get higher and higher as well as wider and wider.

Suddenly I feel the island shift. I realize, it´s going down. As I stood there with the bathtub stopper in my hand, I notice people starting to glare at me. Their friendly smiles had turned to anger. People begin yelling and cursing at me. It was obvious the whole island was sinking and I wasn´t sure whether I was going to drown or be killed by the angry mob coming for me.

I decide to make a run for it with what now appears to be hundreds of people chasing me. I can hear the cursing getting louder and louder. I find myself slowing down and realize I’m now trying to run through a foot of water and it’s rising rapidly. I begin wading as fast as I can, still trying to get away. In a short time the water reaches my lower lip. I look around and as far as I can see there’s nothing but water and a few roof tops.

Then I wake up.

© 2017 by Snafu

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Comment by Snafu on June 6, 2017 at 5:02

OK Rose, you got my attention. Maybe you could just start another Group “Simply xXx Stuff”, “Sex and Wellbeing”, “50 Shades of Immortality and Time Travel”, something like that. I’d like to hear stories of the supernatural or inexplicable as well. There’s no end to what you can make up about that. Good fill for those slow news days. Somebody needs to tell Nym to stop using those mean faces in her posts. She's scaring me.

Comment by Vinyl Lady on June 6, 2017 at 4:31
I would love to hear anyone stories of the supernatural or inexplicable I have a few my own as well.
Comment by Vinyl Lady on June 6, 2017 at 4:31
I would love to hear anyone stories of the supernatural or inexplicable I have a few my own as well.
Comment by rose on June 5, 2017 at 18:09

Comment by Martin Harris on June 5, 2017 at 18:01

I think you've misinterpreted the nature of the comments Snafu: They are meant in good humour.

Personally I liked the story, and I have a couple of real but vaguely supernatural tales of my own I could add from personal experience.

I reckon it's pretty cool that you felt comfortable enough to share this story with us.

And Rose, you;ve got me intrigued. Hmmm?

Comment by rose on June 5, 2017 at 14:25

I think this meaningless story is pretty cool personally.

I'd post some of my fiction stories but they would definitely not be appropriate for The Con :D

Comment by Snafu on June 5, 2017 at 14:17

Sorry, thought everything was OK to post. Won't post anymore of them.

Comment by Nym on June 5, 2017 at 12:06

This is not a fiction site, you know

Comment by Snafu on June 3, 2017 at 13:58

Are you guys really going to analyze me? You missed half the title, “A MEANINGLESS STORY”.

I’ve never had this dream, I don’t remember any dreams, I don’t believe in Atlantis and if I ever was on Atlantis, I was the Emperor, not a plumber.

I was hoping to catch someone’s interest in writing. You can make up whatever you want, whenever you want, and the best part is, it’s free. Call it a hobby.

I know I tried to get Nym into it, what, a year or so ago? I think she was busy building or something, so it didn’t go anywhere. I may put up 1 or 2 more just to see if I can catch anyone’s interest. Doesn’t take a lot of effort to write a page or two.

Comment by Nym on June 3, 2017 at 13:02

You! It was you who sunk Atlantis!

edit: water symbolises emotion. Time to pull the plug out and let some feeling in, you stiff stick lol


To dream of walking represents slow and steady progress in a life situation. Consider the destination and surroundings for additional meaning.

Negatively, walking in a dream may reflect an excessive amount of patience with a situation you are experiencing. Taking your time when serious action needs to be taken.

To dream of water overflowing represents feelings uncertainty as a situations gets out of hand. Fear, stress, or frustrations starting to become too much to handle.

Dream bible (plenty of better sites than this one)

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