DREAM ON

Back in Windsor, my friend Cathy and I were doing our morning walk by the middle school. We rounded to the back of my old classroom building to find several of our soldiers pouring out of a portal, with high tech weapons. Someone handed us weapons as a buzzing whir filled the air. We looked up and saw giant grasshoppers with faces like humans swarming the sky and landing on buildings and jumping down to grab children. Chaos, loud and violent, swirled around us. I lost track of Cathy. I told the students to get inside and lock down. Some panicked and fled out the side door only to become victims of the grasshopper people. I saw one in the hall with Leilani in its jagged appendages. I shot its head off and grabbed her as it fell. She was pale and unconscious. I didn’t know what to do. Then it came to me, in a flash, somehow I knew exactly what to do. Taking a slow deep breath I began to envision the healing light of Jesus Christ pouring into my head and then out of my h...

Chapter 3 OCEAN DREAMS My dreams about the ocean were always a warning. I remember my first ocean dream. I was 5 years old. I stood on the deck of the Beuker’s Beach house. The ocean was swelling past it’s boundaries and coming across the street to wash the house away. I held up my little hand at the water and said, “STOP” and it did. It was just a dream, but it made me feel like I might be able to actually do that some day. Then the ocean dreams started of the people in our ward gathering for a ward activity on the beach and suddenly the clear blue sea became black and dangerous and heaved upon the shore, washing everyone away with startled cries. I rushed to my Suburban with my children pushing them inside and slamming the doors. The waters pulled at my car as I started the engine and the flood rose around up to the door handles sucking us out to sea. The path to the exit road was under water. The high road was up above the boulders of the sea wall. As I felt the ...

Chapter two. Reg and I lounged in soft chairs on the wooden porch of our beautiful home. “So how did you get to us in time?” I asked. “I thought the mission was ruined. Who were those people anyway? What are we to do with their kids?” “The children will be divided among our families until we find living relatives. When you didn’t arrive at the portal I began to scan the surrounding area and saw the soldiers head into the woods. I immediately got Adam to reach out and search for you. He found you in the farm house and told me you were panicking. I started to panic and opened a portal in that poor woman’s house immediately. You should have seen her face as our people poured into her living room out of the wall, taking down the soldiers, gathering the children, picking you up, and jumping back into the wall. Then Jo popped back in to pick up that vase of flowers that had gotten knocked over and left a gold coin saying “Thanks for taking the risk” and jumped back through the wa...

I came out of the snowy forest and stared in dismay at the tall cyclone fence with barbed wire curling at the top.“ When did THAT get here?” How was I going to get through and complete my mission? A motion caught my eye to the left. I turned to see what it was. Two children were running for their lives down the mountain path. It was the boy and girl I needed to collect. I stared in great concern as a huge boulder rolled behind them. “RUN!!” I hollered, feeling it wasn’t going to end well. The girl tripped and the boy tripped over her body. They were both flat on their faces. The rock rolled toward them like a train. I wanted to shut my eyes but they were fixed open in horror and fascination. Suddenly the rock hit something sticking up in the path and diverted, bouncing over the children, bouncing off the side of the mountain and now crashing towards me. It smashed through the fence and stopped a safe distance from where I stood. I was relieved. How lucky was that? I...

Hello! This Blog is to share with my readers some great short stories I am writing. If you would like to submit art to illustrate anything you read private email me please at tyrdnhappy@yahoo.com (That's tired and happy) The first story is called "DREAM ON". I have had several dreams come true. I noticed this in my 20s and started a dream journal just to document to myself what was going on. I began to learn which dreams FELT like significant dreams and which ones felt like random brain processing dreams. I took some dreams that seemed to have that "pay attention" feeling and wove them together in a story... REAL dreams, created story....Enjoy "Dream On" Fondly, Heather Cullen