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A summer storm
A Summer Storm
by Dave Cole
I was driving the car through thickest part of the summer
storm sweeping through, thinking about the dreams I had been
having lately. It sure would be nice if I was rich...or if I
could even pay some of my bills.
Bad luck had fallen lately and money just got scare, but the
dreams... so real... In the dreams I am everything I'm not while
I'm awake. I'm handsome, trim and I have all my hair. My wife is
a knockout. Its as if I lead a double life; my dream at night and
the real one during the day.
The storm was really getting bad when I thought more about
the parallels of my dream to my real life. In my dream, I live in
the same house I live in now, but it has everything I had ever
thought to have. A pool out back where the patchy bahia tries to
cover my real yard. Fancy over padded furniture where our real
worn-out old stuff sits. The trim is real wood like the floor and
marble door and window sills where we never got around to having.
I smiled and set back in the beat-up van seat, trying to get
comfortable. Jan, at work, told me that people that have
recurring or continuing dreams are probably seeing the reality of
a parallel universe where my duplicate self is actually living my
dream life.
Lightening struck a tree to the right and jarred me from my
ruminations. I looked up to see the rain completely blocking the
view of the road ahead, I knew it turned and misjudged it hitting
a tree or something. I blacked out.
I woke when someone was slapping my face with their palm;
Not hard, just enough to bring me to my senses.
"Sir..sir.....sir?", asked a concern voice. Are you all
right? That was a tough knock on the head you took!", he said
pointing at the cracked wind shield. "That aughtta cost plenty on
this car, but I guess you ain't worried so long as yer ok."
I began to come to, but right away I knew I was dreaming
because I was looking at the dash of some expensive foreign car.
I had seen it in my dream. I smiled, enjoying the plush
upholstered seat that seemed to form itself to the curve of my
back. Through the wind-shield, I could see the storm had moved
off to the east.
I didn't think of the oddity of that at the time. As I live
so close to the coast most storms travel north to south and east
to west. I have lots of time to consider things like that now.
To get on with my story, the person who came to my rescue
was an off duty fireman. He stepped back, watching me, still
concerned.
"Maybe I should call this in, huh?", he asked. "You mighta
got a concussion. You aughtta have it checked.", he informed me.
"it only takes a minute and it could save your life."
I was still smiling, looking around the car. A very
expensive looking raincoat was folded up neatly, but laying on
the carpeted floor of the seat beside me. I could see my name on
a gold plate on the glove box that read, "This fine crafted
automobile was especially designed and built for Dave Cole".
I smiled up at the fireman, "Thank you, officer, but I'll be
ok. Thank you for checking up on me. Thank you very much.".
It seemed so odd being so nice to someone, even if they may
have been saving my life. It seemed so out of character to my
thinking. I closed the door of my car and waved good-bye as the
car nearly backed itself onto the road and then started driving
forward. As I looked back in the rear view mirror, at the fireman
shaking his head as he walked back to his four-by-four, the
mirror displayed the number of feet and meters of distance I had
placed between him and myself.
I can remember thinking I didn't remember ever hearing about
this kind of technology before. Just as I turned into the
entrance of my neighborhood, I was immediately surprised by an
ornate gate and guard post. It hadn't been there when I left for
work. More evidence I was dreaming.
"Good afternoon Mr. Cole", said the guard as he opened the
gate for me. I wondered when I would wake up.
As I drove on I noticed that the road, in reality very rough
and unfinished was now trimmed in a fine curb and gutter. A side
walk lined both sides of the road, also new. Flower beds and
shrubs and trimmed trees took over for the natural brush and
spotty bahia I left behind on the way to work this morning.
I almost laughed when I got to my house. he driveway, now
paved and lined with flower beds and, at least, two gardeners, a
Van and a station wagon displaying the "Good House Keeping"
Emblem. The were two low sleek looking sport cars in front of a
four car garage.
As I parked, a man ran up to my door, looking for all of the
world like a footman.
He opened my door, saying, "Good evening Sir! I didn't
expect you for another fifteen minutes! I am sorry I wasn't here
to meet you! These magazine people should be finished up shortly.
They were gathering up their gear as I came out."
"No problem I croaked. I could hardly contain myself."
"I am so glad you are in good cheer today sir. Martha won't
have dinner ready for an hour as she had those magazine people in
her kitchen too."
"Martha?", I didn't know a Martha.
"The new cook, sir", answered the footman. "She came highly
recommended. We had a wonderful dinner yesterday...fit for
kings...sorry you missed out, but after all its not everyday you
visit the President."
"President?"
"President-of-the-United-States, Sir--oh. That's very good,
sir. Very good indeed. President? Ha! Ha!"
As we entered the front doorway, In a mirror, though what
used to be a dining room, I could see a butler...the butler
ushering the magazine people out through the rear of the house.
I was awed by the crystal, mirrors, brass, and marble all
over the place when Debbi came in. That's not right! She and her
entourage swept in. Or was it Debbi! She was beautiful! Not so
dainty when I left, she was only a nine now, if that! What a
knock-out! That's the girl I married!
"What a horrid day I've had!", her beautiful mouth
exclaimed. A lot less bellow than I was used to, but I still
recognized the voice. "Breaking in a maid and a cook when I have
Good House Keeping taking pictures! Never again! How was your
day?", she brushed past and kissed my cheek on the way by and
then up the stairs.
We didn't have an upstairs!
My nine year old came running around the corner, E. J.
GITANO top to bottom. She had eye shadow on!
"Hi Dad! My loft is going to be in "Good House Keeping", she
explained as she skipped up the steps.
"Hi Daddy!", cried my six year old as she came running
around the corner. She gave me a hug and said, "We watched you on
T.V. with the president yesterday!". Then she jumped down to the
floor from my arms and ran up the steps.
I wondered around the house until I found the back door.
Yep, there it was! On opening the door, I saw the huge swimming
pool not fifty feet away. I took a running leap, clothes and all
figuring it would vanish the way mirages do in old movies.
Wow! was the water cold! and not too full of chlorine, just
the way I like it!
I looked up from the pool to see the butler tsk-tsking me.
"Really Sir, you would do well to wait until you donned a
swim suit made for the purpose rather than destroying a perfectly
good $1000 suit.". He laid a towel out for me, but you could tell
that he was really disgusted with me.
A thousand dollars! I nearly fainted. That was two weeks
ago. As I sit here in my floating pool chair sucking on a tall,
cold glass of Mountain Dew, I wonder about how my alter ego is
doing in that other place I used to be from.
And you know what? I don't really care!
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