Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.

Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)

What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?

The word… Dreams.

(The following is a short piece of fiction inspired by my work in progress, Dreamweaver.)

Time has gone by

The dream I stepped into could not be described as the usual scene. It was a chaotic swirl of colours that I am sure were being used to distract the dreamer. Well, maybe not distract, but to completely disorientate and confuse. Different images would flash up that I am sure were relevant to the dreamer.

Images of children being abused, images of someone crying at a party, somebody standing watching a wedding, a man growing old alone. I understood none of it, but then I was not the dreamer in question.

Usually, the dreamer was easy to spot because of their golden aura. However, in this particular instance, I was struggling to find anybody at all. For some reason, my palms felt sweaty and I wipe them on my shirt as I gazed about.

Eventually, I found a young man with tears streaking his face. He looked up as I approached and it radiated his sadness. “I am going to grow old alone,” he muttered.

Suddenly the images made sense. It was supposed to be showing him and everything that was going to go wrong in his life. I held out my hands. “You are all right, this is just a dream and I here to take you from it. My name is Marcus, take my hands and I will get you out. I am sure none of this is going to happen. The dream has been made to try and break you. You are better than that I am sure.”

The child, who could only be about 12, reached to take my hand. “My name is Warren.”

I smiled at him as I began to beat my wings and knock the dream apart. I was satisfied that I would have set him on the right path for the future.

Looking back now, this certainly wasn’t the case. I should have left him broken.