A Space Where A Child Should Be....

The Zig-Zag, Box Hill, Last Night

MMmm! It's interesting that the photo I took is the shape of the letter C no? I suppose it could also be a U too, or the bottom part of a J.........Either way it's me.

****Warning: This dream may upset some readers****

Yes....Friday morning I woke up around 5am. Dreams are often responsible for this in my life. Some may call them nightmares, but not me. I have had some pretty gruesome dreams, Sex, death, being able to fly, hiding, numbers, but I have been fascinated by all of them. I live to sleep & I sleep to dream & I dream to live!
I always look forward to my bedtime! I don't intentionally go to bed thinking, What will I dream tonight? They just happen.

Friday mornings was of seeming importance. It would have been over in minutes had it been in real time. But I saw a whole lot more!

"A Space Where A Child Should Be"

A long, narrow quiet road, sits in the middle of nowhere, soaked in boiling hot sunrays coming at a slight angle from the late afternoon sun!
Dead straight and as smooth as an airport runway. Parked cars intermittently line both sides, making the road even narrower. The sleeping policemen have been made redundant and have gone home. This road is about to see a little bit of excitement!

At one end of this road, there is a low brickwall running at a 90 degree angle from the pavement into a dry, dead area of grass. It is so hot, dry and sunburned, it is desperate to ignite and maybe cool down a little.
Along this wall, sat like little ornaments on the mantle piece belonging to a little old lady, are several young children. Legs swinging slightly, gently thudding their rubber heels on the hot brick of the wall they are perched on.
One is chewing gum, She is blowing bubbles and ends up with warm sticky gum all over her grimy, oily chin. Another is watching the bubble blowing with great interest, wishing he too could blow such impressive bubbles. Further down the line still, there are two young boys with spiky hair teaching each other to whistle by using their fingers. One is telling the other to put his fingers further into his mouth and close his lips tighter, only to be told; "I know what to do! Leave me alone!'
There is one more boy, sat all alone, roughly in the middle of the line of children. He has a can of coke. In his tiny little hands, the can looks massive! The ringpull has already been very expertly flicked away like a flying saucer into the curb. He has taken a few swigs of Coke and feels bloated almost immediately. He begins to feel sick and light headed! There is a plaster on his knee, dried black blood showing through the little pink oblong.

Half a mile away, right at the other end of the road, a car turns in, amidst the screeching of rubber! It is a white sports car. Maybe a Ford Capri. The windows are open all the way down, and the driver, a young man of about 17, is leaning forward trying to make the car go faster. The engine sounds powerful and rattles as he pushes the accelerator into the bottom of the car! His left arm clutching the gear stick is eager to move it to the next position. His right hand grips the steering wheel with great force. He looks forward, sneering at the speedo and the road ahead!
More rubber & second gear is reached. Then third, fourth! The parked cars wobble just slightly as his speeding car sucks them in! Each second that passes, the more speed he has gathered! He is almost halfway down the road now. Fast approaching the end that contains the small, innocent wall of children!

Sweat begins to trickle down the temples of the children. The heat is almost unbearable! But it is the Summer holidays and better than being at home, watching Mum peel potatoes, And Dad with his feet up, infront of the TV watching Snooker.
Bubbles are still being blown, spit is dripping from the bottom of two chins & gas is about to escape from one childs mouth!
The pavements are covered in little piles of pure white dog shit! Dry and perfectly shaped like used indoor fireworks.
One by one, they begin to hear the sound of the speeding car, fast approaching and determined not to slow down! And one by one, they begin to look up to see the car approach. They have been waiting for another car to come by. They like to see fast cars! It is very exciting for them.
Wet, saliva soaked fingers begin to dry into little salty pegs in the heat of the sun. Bubble gum is safely tucked into a warm cheek. A nearly full can of Coke takes a fall to the ground and bubbles spill out onto the scorched grass. Steam starts to rise gently from the gasping, cooling grass.
The car has reached maximum speed and is just a hundred yards away from the wall of kids.
Sweat also runs down the face of the young driver. Intent on his final destination. He ever so slightly turns the steering wheel to his left. Hardly noticeable, but enough to move the car off course and into the direction of the children!
Just where they are sat, there is a long gap of carless curb. They are now staring wide eyed and frozen with excitement at the fast approaching car. They don't understand what is happening. This is great fun and most certainly something to bragg about when they are back in school soon.
Then almost immediately the car mounts the pavement! One wheel, then another. Soon all four wheels are safely up on the path. The driver still looking right out at the way ahead & the innocent line of boys & girls!

The boy with the Coke is transfixed like all the others. His plaster has begun to leak as blood starts to pass through his hidden scab.

The car is heading right for him & him alone! The others are just inches away and still don't understand what is happening. The front bumper of the car is almost parallel with the Coke can boys knees!

The others watch innocently as the car smacks into the boy!

The wall is still the same as it was just seconds before. Except that there is now a six foot gap where the boy was! The air has been filled with the dark red spray of the boys blood! Tiny little particles are floating, swirling in the air like dust. Just part of the hot air now, it is sucked into the mouths of the other children! Specks of it land on their sweaty faces. The grass too has a thin spray of it beginning to cling to it's withered blades!

The car has all but disappeared. It has become a spot in the distance, trailed by two lines where the wheels locked the car to a standstill. It came to rest about 300 yards into the parched area of grass behind the wall, looking more like a child's toy. The drivers door opens and the driver climbs out and begins to sprint back towards the wall!

Back at the wall, the rest of the children slowly begin to realize what has happened! The fine mist of blood in the air has settled and covers the now rusty looking grass. They look at eachother, at the gap in the wall! There is just a space where a child should be, then back over their shoulders to the car. A long line of smashed bricks are spread, leading towards the car.

The driver is fast approaching the children! Sweating and breathing hard! One arm in front of the other, pumping, thrusting, legs trying to keep up with his adamant torso. He is wearing blue jeans and is topless. Body wet with sweat.

He reaches the children........They stay put and wonder what he wants.

After watching all this from......somewhere, I can see that this young man wants to put down the rest of the children!

The dry grassy area turns into a large open plan hall. The varnished wood floor has numerous children playing on it. Dancing, chasing & hiding. On the walls of the hall seem to be various tools and weapons, hung in place by nails! Most spaces have an outline painted in black where the weapon used to be. The shapes suggest these may have been axes, hammers, hand guns, knives & machine guns! There are a few still left hanging.
Amongst all these children is the driver of the car and me. We are chasing eachother between the children. He has a target painted across his wet back. I grab an axe from the wall and proceed to chase after him. Having seen the axe in my hands, he decides to run. I am close enough to strike down on him. But the axe keeps missing! Like two opposing magnets, the axe misses completely and burys itself into the wooden floor. My aim is perfect, my power magnificent, but I cannot seem to kill him!

Somewhere nearby, a small knife for peeling potatoes fall to the ground!

To sleep! Perchance to dream.........

Jason