Half the country has run amok
Believing the Big Lie
Ready to throw in the towel
On America’s democracy
Ready to accept an
Autocratic, fascist, dictatorial
Christian fundamentalist nation
Half the country has run amok
(Exactly 35 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the work is “amok” in exactly 35 words.
For her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week, Linda G. Hill has given us the phrase “back of the fridge” and asked us to write the first thing that comes to mind when we think of the phrase.
We have three “trash” bins where we live. The blue bin is for recyclables, the green been is for compostables, and the black bin is for non-recyclable, non-compostable trash that ends up in a landfill. The trash, recycling, and compost trucks show up early on Tuesday mornings, and one of my jobs is to put the three bins out by the curb before I go to sleep on Monday nights.
And every Monday night, after we’ve finish eating our dinner and cleaning up afterward, I start gathering everything to put into the respective bins. And every Monday night, just as I’m starting that chore, my wife invariable calls out to me, “Don’t forget to check the back of the fridge.”
I have learned to be very thorough when I check the back of the fridge because on several occasions I missed some items that definitely needed to be thrown out. And when my wife discovered that I failed to check the back of the fridge, well, let’s just say…
Hell hath no fury like a woman who found items that her husband missed when he checked the back of the fridge.
I dont know if this is kosher, but when when I saw this month’s Blog Battle with the word “dream,” I remembered a post I wrote back in August of 2017 about recurring dreams.
So, I thought I’d repost it here. If I’m breaking the rules, so be it. I guess I’ll be disqualified from winning any prizes.
Recurring dreams are those that we experience repeatedly over a long period. According to Google, most people have recurring dreams. Do you?
I do. I’ve experienced three different recurring dreams throughout my life. That said, they’re far less frequent now that I’m an old fart than they were when I was younger fart.
It takes place when I was in college, which I’ve been out of for decades. But even today I occasionally have a dream about being ill-prepared for a final exam. It generally goes like this.
Today is the day of a final exam for one of my courses. I had cut most of the classes for this course and hadn’t done any of the required reading. It had been so long since I last attended class that I couldn’t remember the location of the classroom.
I finally arrive at the room where the class was scheduled to meet, but no one is there. I find out that the exam has moved to a different location, but I don’t know where.
I am in a state of panic because I need a passing grade in this particular course in order to graduate, but not only am I totally unprepared to take the final exam, I don’t even know where it is being given.
I wake up from the dream never having found the exam room or taken the exam, but knowing that the outcome was an epic failure. I am drenched in sweat because of the dream, but as consciousness slowly sets in, I feel an enormous sense of relief that it was just a dream.
This next recurring dream starts out when I leave my house in the morning heading to the office. I’m stark naked. At first it seems completely natural and I’m not at all self-conscious about having nothing on.
But at some point in the dream, as I interact with others, I become painfully aware that I am naked. It’s an “oh shit, what the hell was I thinking?” moment. I spend the rest of the dream completely mortified, trying to figure out how to cover up my nakedness or to flee the scene entirely with some shred of dignity intact.
As with the dream about the final exam, when I wake up, I am so relieved to find out that I was only dreaming.
In this recurring dream, I can fly. I start walking, lift my arms toward the sky, and suddenly I’m heading up, floating above the ground, rising above the trees, looking down at the landscape below. It’s exhilarating to be free from the tethers that bind me to the earth below.
I have no idea how I gained this incredible ability to fly, and while I’m up there savoring the experience, I am occasionally troubled by what might happen if this amazing gift of flight were to leave as suddenly and mysteriously as it appeared. But it never does, and, when I wake up, I am saddened that it was but a dream.
Okay. I’ve shared with you my three types of recurring dreams. Now it’s your turn.
Tell Dr. Fandango all about your recurring dreams.
It’s October 8, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).
Today’s word is “twitch.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
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