My short story, Once Upon A Dream is based upon a dream I had and mixed with a story I saw somewhere once, I don't remember exactly where I saw the story that inspired me to take elements of my dream and mix them with fiction to create a short-story, but nonetheless here is my story, absolutely free.
I hope you enjoy it.
"Once Upon A Dream"
By Ashley Ford
Part 1
I lay awake one night listening to the sound of raindrops falling on my old wooden roof, somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled and I sank deeper into the sweet serenity of my bed, it was getting very late and I was really tired, but it was amazing how hard of a time i was having sleeping.
Looking around my small room, I sighed. Today had been a long one and I was so ready to surrender into a peaceful abyss, to just turn my mind off and not have the scream voices telling me about everything in the world that was wrong- I hated those voices, I always found myself wondering whether they were legit thoughts or if I was crazy... Did everyone have this, or was I alone? There wasn't a soul out there that I would trust enough to ask, without feeling like a crazed psycho.
The darkness finally enveloped me, it happened slowly at first- but then I felt myself drifting away all at once. My senses turned off one by one and I felt the sinking feel of serenity.
That's when things got a little strange.
Suddenly, there I was.
Standing barefoot by the shore, I could smell the salt from the water around me, my bare toes dug into the sandy ground, I felt a light breeze kiss my skin, and i was utterly confused, as i stood there, completely by myself, in a foreign place.
Looking all around me, my confusion was continually mounting as I looked around and recognized nothing, how did I get here? I caught myself wondering, this was the strangest thing that I had ever encountered in my entire life.
It was sunny and warm almost like late spring or early autumn, maybe, and yet the breeze fluttering against my skin was enough to send a shiver down my spine even as the warm sun beat down on my face, as I hugged myself against the gentle winds, I finally looked down at my body.
For the first time I noticed how oddly I was dressed, as my eyes settled on a blue satin flowing gown, you know the really old kind with the lacy bottom and corset top- yet hugged my curves just right. However- nothing was as odd as when my suddenly clammy and shaking hands ventured to my hair; my beautiful blonde hair, my fingers knotted in it, in shock and dismay.
Mind you, in my real my satin-like golden hair is long, mid-spine length, and naturally pencil straight; but in this world it was cut short, just above my shoulders, something that really bothered me, I truly hoped that when I got back to my reality- that it would still be chopped off like that. I hated short hair, it made me feel like a boy.
Not to mention it was curled in a soft gentle way that I would almost never take the time to do, this perked me up a tiny bit- I always loved the way that I felt in loose pretty curls, but I had no knack for styling them- so I normally just combed my hair and let it fall naturally, or tied it up, to avoid any hassle. Plus, the curls were bound to add a flair of girlishness to the terrible boy-cut.
Suddenly this strange feeling came over me, i felt like my legs gained a life of their own- and I was walking- despite trying with everything inside of me focusing on waking up home, in the safety of my own bed- where I at least understood where I was, and I wasn't dressed like I lived in the 1800's, or something.
It was the oddest thing, I almost felt like I was possessed, but then again it wasn't really that, exactly. Possession was typically you screaming out in your own head while something else takes over, it was a feeling of being a prisoner and being captive in your mind- though I was under some other control, I didn't feel captive.
I felt... Alive.
The next thing that I knew the strange entity inside of me was guiding me down this hard wooden plank-dock, the cold wood was rough against my delicate feet, I stared off the edge at clear blue water- the kind of water you see in moves- the kind that almost never truly exists in modern society with all the awful pollution, I felt a cheesy smile cross my plump pink lips.
At least the strange place that I had inadvertently traveled to was clean and the people here seemed to respect the seas, I thought, as I saw a turtle swimming close to the pier, and fish bubbles were popping up all over.
This place was lovely.
When I realized where I was headed I felt my heart sped up with an electrifying excitement; not because I was toward the end of the dock-which I was- but because I seen this man standing at the end. The only man who in any world, could make my heart soar and my senses all light up at one time- my sweetheart.
His hair was different in this place as well, it was long longer and lighter somehow, he was also dressed differently- neatly pressed khakis and a plaid polo that was a deep shade of blue to match his eyes- but I knew the soul behind those eyes... There was no mistaking him.
As he come closer to me I shivered, but this time in delight and not with cold, it was amazing how even in this strange world he affected me just same- I couldn't wait to be in his arms- I lived to feel his passionate touch.
He was my everything.
It hurt me in some small way to think someone else could love him, as the entity within smiled at my love and expressed some type of feeling, jealousy swept over me... Which caught me off guard since technically the presence inside myself was still in some way me, but I felt territorial, although there was nothing that I could do, as she or it, or whatever, continued. I felt broken and overruled.
So badly I wanted to ask where we were and how we would get home, but the creature controlling me said something a little different, something that would change everything, and I knew that this thing inside of me was far braver, than I, myself was or ever would be.
Looking around my small room, I sighed. Today had been a long one and I was so ready to surrender into a peaceful abyss, to just turn my mind off and not have the scream voices telling me about everything in the world that was wrong- I hated those voices, I always found myself wondering whether they were legit thoughts or if I was crazy... Did everyone have this, or was I alone? There wasn't a soul out there that I would trust enough to ask, without feeling like a crazed psycho.
The darkness finally enveloped me, it happened slowly at first- but then I felt myself drifting away all at once. My senses turned off one by one and I felt the sinking feel of serenity.
That's when things got a little strange.
Suddenly, there I was.
Standing barefoot by the shore, I could smell the salt from the water around me, my bare toes dug into the sandy ground, I felt a light breeze kiss my skin, and i was utterly confused, as i stood there, completely by myself, in a foreign place.
Looking all around me, my confusion was continually mounting as I looked around and recognized nothing, how did I get here? I caught myself wondering, this was the strangest thing that I had ever encountered in my entire life.
It was sunny and warm almost like late spring or early autumn, maybe, and yet the breeze fluttering against my skin was enough to send a shiver down my spine even as the warm sun beat down on my face, as I hugged myself against the gentle winds, I finally looked down at my body.
For the first time I noticed how oddly I was dressed, as my eyes settled on a blue satin flowing gown, you know the really old kind with the lacy bottom and corset top- yet hugged my curves just right. However- nothing was as odd as when my suddenly clammy and shaking hands ventured to my hair; my beautiful blonde hair, my fingers knotted in it, in shock and dismay.
Mind you, in my real my satin-like golden hair is long, mid-spine length, and naturally pencil straight; but in this world it was cut short, just above my shoulders, something that really bothered me, I truly hoped that when I got back to my reality- that it would still be chopped off like that. I hated short hair, it made me feel like a boy.
Not to mention it was curled in a soft gentle way that I would almost never take the time to do, this perked me up a tiny bit- I always loved the way that I felt in loose pretty curls, but I had no knack for styling them- so I normally just combed my hair and let it fall naturally, or tied it up, to avoid any hassle. Plus, the curls were bound to add a flair of girlishness to the terrible boy-cut.
Suddenly this strange feeling came over me, i felt like my legs gained a life of their own- and I was walking- despite trying with everything inside of me focusing on waking up home, in the safety of my own bed- where I at least understood where I was, and I wasn't dressed like I lived in the 1800's, or something.
It was the oddest thing, I almost felt like I was possessed, but then again it wasn't really that, exactly. Possession was typically you screaming out in your own head while something else takes over, it was a feeling of being a prisoner and being captive in your mind- though I was under some other control, I didn't feel captive.
I felt... Alive.
The next thing that I knew the strange entity inside of me was guiding me down this hard wooden plank-dock, the cold wood was rough against my delicate feet, I stared off the edge at clear blue water- the kind of water you see in moves- the kind that almost never truly exists in modern society with all the awful pollution, I felt a cheesy smile cross my plump pink lips.
At least the strange place that I had inadvertently traveled to was clean and the people here seemed to respect the seas, I thought, as I saw a turtle swimming close to the pier, and fish bubbles were popping up all over.
This place was lovely.
When I realized where I was headed I felt my heart sped up with an electrifying excitement; not because I was toward the end of the dock-which I was- but because I seen this man standing at the end. The only man who in any world, could make my heart soar and my senses all light up at one time- my sweetheart.
His hair was different in this place as well, it was long longer and lighter somehow, he was also dressed differently- neatly pressed khakis and a plaid polo that was a deep shade of blue to match his eyes- but I knew the soul behind those eyes... There was no mistaking him.
As he come closer to me I shivered, but this time in delight and not with cold, it was amazing how even in this strange world he affected me just same- I couldn't wait to be in his arms- I lived to feel his passionate touch.
He was my everything.
It hurt me in some small way to think someone else could love him, as the entity within smiled at my love and expressed some type of feeling, jealousy swept over me... Which caught me off guard since technically the presence inside myself was still in some way me, but I felt territorial, although there was nothing that I could do, as she or it, or whatever, continued. I felt broken and overruled.
So badly I wanted to ask where we were and how we would get home, but the creature controlling me said something a little different, something that would change everything, and I knew that this thing inside of me was far braver, than I, myself was or ever would be.
"Father has sent me." My voice spoke coolly, it came out almost in a whisper, but there was no doubt that it was of importance.
My inside thoughts wanted to burst into laughter but the person or thing that was running the show, continued on as the sexy man watched me intently, this strange being obviously didn't know my love, very well.
"My family is moving and they have asked me to join them."
He paused, I knew that he wanted to ask what I wanted him to do about it- see he is a very outspoken person, I don't think he has ever sugar coated anything in his entire life, and this was of no concern to him. So why not just go?
I didn't understand.
My inside thoughts wanted to burst into laughter but the person or thing that was running the show, continued on as the sexy man watched me intently, this strange being obviously didn't know my love, very well.
"My family is moving and they have asked me to join them."
He paused, I knew that he wanted to ask what I wanted him to do about it- see he is a very outspoken person, I don't think he has ever sugar coated anything in his entire life, and this was of no concern to him. So why not just go?
I didn't understand.
Suddenly the part of me that was wanting to see what happened, figured it out- my other ego, or whatever it was, was fishing for something which made me want to sneer, she or it, should have known better than to feel so hopeful- but then I spotted the slightest flicker in his eye that made we wonder what he was truly thinking.
This man was a wild soul, he wasn't for settling or sticking to one dream, but this time he really looked like he was thinking, considering something; which must have inspired the demon inside me to continue.
It shocked me a little thinking of this strange possession as demonic, it didn't feel dark or evil, but it was definitely something. I wasn't frightened of the thing controlling me, but yet I couldn't help myself from wanting to get free- I was itching to get close to beloved.
More than anything, I just wanted to feel him holding me.
I wanted this being that was using my mouth, to stop challenging him, before i destroyed everything... And yet, this dark part of me was curious about what he was going to say.
Just then as his eyes darted slightly, and this inkling came over me, but my stubborn counter-part in my head just powered on with this outrageous thinking, almost like it was trying to have my heart- and it's too since it obviously had a stake in all of this- shattered beyond comprehension.
This man was a wild soul, he wasn't for settling or sticking to one dream, but this time he really looked like he was thinking, considering something; which must have inspired the demon inside me to continue.
It shocked me a little thinking of this strange possession as demonic, it didn't feel dark or evil, but it was definitely something. I wasn't frightened of the thing controlling me, but yet I couldn't help myself from wanting to get free- I was itching to get close to beloved.
More than anything, I just wanted to feel him holding me.
I wanted this being that was using my mouth, to stop challenging him, before i destroyed everything... And yet, this dark part of me was curious about what he was going to say.
Just then as his eyes darted slightly, and this inkling came over me, but my stubborn counter-part in my head just powered on with this outrageous thinking, almost like it was trying to have my heart- and it's too since it obviously had a stake in all of this- shattered beyond comprehension.
"I can only stay if you take me as you wife." I almost didn't recognize my own voice, it was so filled with hope and determination that I could have cried.
I almost felt bad for this delusional entity, that wanted him desperately.
Yet.. I still felt envious.
He actually gasped, the look that etched across his face made my heart drop, God he was so good looking... But he didn't loo happy. It was never gonna happen.
The realization hit myself, and my posesser at the same time.
That's the moment when I fully understood what was happening, I didn't know a lot about time travel, but in that moment I just knew that this was me inside my own head- this wasn't any kind of posession or mind-control, this was me visiting another time that i had existed- almost like a past life or something.
I had never believed in this before.
That had to be it, this other thing inside of me, controlling me, had to be an older version of my own soul, because surely no one in all of the planets in the known galaxy, could ever love him like I did.
No one could possibly break the way I was breaking with his brutal rejection, I felt a tear fall down my face as my heart wrenched in a terrible way, I didn't know how to live through this much pain.
For once both forms of me were in total agreement as I took off running, and I didn't look back....
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