Elusive Dreaming


8:53:03 AM
I had such an intense dream I needed to write it down as quickly as possible while I still remembered it. Although it was the kind of dream one doesn’t tend to forget so easily.

I was in a huge mall that was very high up. I was carrying my large brown leather bag and a back pack belonging to a friend. All personal and important documents were inside the brown bag. They were secure inside my snap wallet. Hempy was in his little pouch I had made for him.

Person’s mingled about and it was very crowded. I sit the bags down and when I looked they were gone. During my search for my possessions I was overtaken by a small group of men. They took me into a room and offered too help me. Next thing I know I am feeling very disorientated, I have no underwear on. I seek other help within the mall. I found a pair of underwear with tags still on I took them and covered my (_*_) self.
As I wondered about in a daze several others offered to help but by this time I trusted no one.

I located my bags only to once again have them ripped from me, taken by thieves.
I remembered my daughters cell number as plain as could be in my dream, but had only 10 ¢ on me. A lady walked up and gave me a quarter, she was throwing change at a wall.
I searched for a pay phone. They were either non existent or a sign was on them that said “out of order”.

I sit down and out of the corner of my eye noticed the man that had offered to help me earlier. He said they are coming if you are ready this time.

Sitting there I realized I was holding and loving on Hempy. I was so happy I nearly squeezed him too hard, not wanting to lose him. I also had my favorite blue cigarette case.
I looked out over the entrance to the mall and realized just how high I was. Literally and figuratively speaking.

I told the man that I always flew away when any one was trying to harm me or take from me. I would just sit still and envision flying and up and away I would go.
This time was different. I felt different. I knew I would not fly and my fate would be a fall of a great distance.
He took my hand and we slowly maneuvered our way down the long narrow ramp to the street.
I still had Hempy cradled in my arms and the blue case. Everything else was gone.
I knew I had a lot of explaining to do.

How do you explain something that eludes you.
© C. m ART z  2015

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Trippy Zone

Friday ‎September ‎26, ‎2015
I was kidnapped by drug lords. I was visiting Ron Jerry and he said he was out of the scene. I was waiting for him to pick me up. Standing in front, one of his acquaintances came up too me. He was very good-looking and was holding a baggie of the white powder in front of me. He asked if I wanted to spend time with him. I asked him if he had seen or spoken to Ron Jerry. He nodded no and waved his hand.
Out of the blue came the dark sedan, the doors opened and the gun-toting team said “GET IN NOW”. They put a dark cloth over my eyes and tied it tightly.
Once inside their compound they doped me up. When I came out of the stupor I noticed they had wired my jaw and teeth. I was having trouble breathing as a small piece of masking tape was over my mouth. My nose was straining for air. I passed out.

When I awoke they said Ron Jerry owed them mucho money and was longer available to anyone. I would suffice to pay off his heavy drug debts.

The compound I was held at was very clean and sterile. Many doctors and scientific persons roamed the halls in the sterile white jackets and pants. A large glass dome covered the entire compound. Nothing could be seen on the outside. There were no birds or treetops in my viewing area.

I was attracted to a man who seemed very much in love with me. He had asked me to locate my sister and next thing I know we are both sequestered inside the dome.
The drug lords were of no importance, no longer needed and were not seen again.
The experiments started.
They were mostly of a sexual nature and not at all intrusive. I was falling in love with my captor. The sex was amazing. My sister on the other hand was initiating plans to escape.
I knew we were going to be here, we were at the disposal of the team that surrounded us.
We were well cared for and all our desires were known without so much as a word spoken.
Might as well settle in and resonate with our future.
We had no past. It was dissolved and removed from our sub conscious thoughts.

The Necklace


Two part creative writing. The conclusion can be found here

Lola Luna had mysteriously disappeared. Weeks later her decomposed body was found at the docks in an old  boat that was no longer serviced.

She was like a sister too me. We had went to the Oceanside resort at Ocean City, Maryland for the summer. We both were employed at The Crab Shack.

The case had been a dead-end so too speak and was filed in the Cold Case System along with so many other unsolved crimes.

It was a small community, someone knew what happened to Lola.

I went into my investigation mode.

Several months had passed. Her parents had retrieved her body for burial in the family plot in Northern Maryland. I was back home, finishing up college courses during the cold winter months. Summer had faded and fall leaves fell from the soon to be barren trees. I was distraught, no conclusions or closures for Lola’s demise.

The night she disappeared I was tired from my long week shift. She wanted to party with a new crowd she had met. I told her to be careful and to have fun. I put a beautiful one of a kind necklace around her neck. I had designed it for her upcoming birthday later in the month. I had the other half that connected with it. I told her it would give her good fortune.

I personalized it by having the infinity sign engraved on the back of it

I was content with caring for my animals that had come along with me. Hempy the Hamster was on the old turntable spinning round and round as the tunes from my IPOD played in the background. He was a perfect cuddly ball of fur. As I watched him spin,  my mind started thinking how Lola seemed too always be going in circles. This reminded me that she was still in limbo. Not settled. Those responsible had literally gotten away with murder.

Where did they go, were they filled with guilt and fear of retribution by the law and her loved ones?

I have often wondered why she was not taken out to sea, no body would have ever been found. It was as if they wanted her too be found as she was; laying lifeless and decomposed in the boat.

Were those responsible sending a message ?

Her picture remains at The Crab Shack asking for any information surrounding the events on the night she disappeared.

Fast forward 10 years.

I am married and my husband and two toddlers are spending a summer vacation in Atlantic City, Maryland. We brought along our babysitter so we could enjoy the night life that had expanded to include a casino on the boardwalk. The Diving horse was no longer featured. It truly was a willful abuse of animals. Our children settled for the history and story telling of by gone days on the boardwalk.

Diving Horses

A movie was made of the true story about the diving horse.

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

My husband was involved in Real Estate at the time and was involved with several wealthy entrepreneurs. We socialized and were invited to a beautiful home on the outskirts of the city. As I was using the guest bathroom I noticed THE Necklace. It was sitting in a jeweled dish. I almost fainted seeing it. I really didn’t know what to do, so I found my husband and told him.
I had taken the necklace. His jaw fell open as he mouthed “The Necklace” and I nodded “Yes, The Necklace”
Word quickly spread that there was a missing necklace from the main guest bathroom.

Now we had to find the person that was missing it.
To Be Continued Here

This is a creative non fictional writing.
© Cynthia m ART z 2014