Dream State

The Ferryboat

I didn't know where I was or where I was going. I was in a dark, dank, dusk land. It was almost like it was that time after dusk after the sun has gone and the sky darkened, but it is not completely dark. It's like smog in the air, heavy and it felt like there was pollution everywhere. Gray sky, gray water, gray everything. It was like you took a paint pallet and added black to every color. No colors popped out at all. It was dreary and solemn and somber.

I came upon a pier and sat down. There was not a sound in the air. I just felt very sluggish and sad. I got a nagging feeling in my stomach, so I got up. The river beside me looked like a horrible quality, gray and muggy. I turned around and there was a small shack. It was made out of a bad grain of wood and looked very old. I went to the door. I grabbed the handle and twisted. It was open. I gave it a push and it creaked open. Dark, dusty brown carpet and barely any furniture. Everything was thread bare. I noticed a small kitchen with no stove, no oven, no dishwasher, but there was a refrigerator. I opened it and a yellow light kicked on. There was food inside and not seeing anyone around, I helped myself to some bread and peanut butter.

"Would you like a ride on my boat instead?" a male voice said from behind. I quickly turned around.

"I didn't mean to intrude," I said.

"Nah it's fine," he smiled. I recognized this man. "And I'll ask again: would you like to ride on my ferry?"

"Uh... sure," I said hesitantly. I followed him back out of the house and on to the pier. Surely enough, there was a nice ferry boat like those that are on the Mississippi River. Dank red and dirty white. He lead me aboard and we got to talking. He became my friend in this weary world.

We came to a town on a lake that was fed by the river. Dark wood buildings of all manners sitting on the water. He brought me to a place; he wanted to leave me there for some time while he dealt with some "business". He told me to find a woman in the back of what seemed like a club. I caught a glimpse of the men he wanted to deal with. They looked very shady.

I walked down the corridors of the place, curiously looking in some of the rooms. This looked like the warehouse area of the building.

"Are you lost?" said a seductive voice. I turn to follow where it came from.

"No, but you look like the person I was looking for," i say.

"Oh, are you -----'s friend?" she inquires.

"Yes," i say plainly. She had me follow her to her room. Blankets are strewn about, like they were for decoration more than comfort. A dirty old mattress lay on the floor. I assumed it's where she slept. There was a covered desk and many filing cabinets in there. We talk a bit. I was helping her straighten her room up a bit.

This is a reoccuring dream of mine. It starts different. It ends different. This time it ended like:

While I was helping clean up, I found a range of cat toys.

"If you don't have animals, why do you have these?" I question.

"I-" she touched the toy and morphed into a cat. A small gray playful one.

The End.