A Dreamer of Two Thresholds

A Dreamer of Two Thresholds

Scott would tell you that life was a gift and that you should live it to it fullest everyday. But Scott never “lived” a full day in his existence. What he did get to live was others lives through dreams. As a child Scott was told by the Wolf that the dreams were the devil speaking through him. This was never true.

You see, Scott is a well. Not a bottomless black hole like you are thinking. No Scott is a well in the way water flows through the ground and is drawn to one spot to be collected. Dreams flow though all of us in a dream state. Imagine an ocean of dreams, endless and vast. Scott stands as a lighthouse to these dreams.

The dreams carry balance. Two sides of one choice being made. Both extremes. Both possible.

This week he is dreaming of an author on the brink of being found.

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A Poem

Tonight a woman in bright sheen is lost somewhere she's never seen.

A family member trusted true has lost the trust he gave to you.

For if this woman is ever found his cathedral of lies would crumble to the ground.

But for tonight he will remain to hide behind his grey grey eyes.

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There is a man, in Texas, sitting in a cheap black Walmart lawn chair next to the most beautiful river you can possibly imagine. The sun is setting as he sits with his silver laptop pounding away at the keys. Behind him sits his blue chevy and a Silverstream he has been restoring for years. It smells of chemicals and lye. A project handed down from his uncle John, an avid deer hunter. John passed away six months ago to liver cancer and left him everything.

This is what the world sees as it drives by and he smiles and waves. A man typing away, telling the world his stories.

This man goes by the name Elias. But this is just another lie. Another front for the world. Elias is a writer. A very good writer. A horror writer. Elias writes dark horror about serial killers with a touch of the smut.

His latest book, Another Hungry Mountain, is a best seller and has been reviewed and personally recommended by his all time favorite master of horror Mr. Barker.

It depicts a love circle filled with the world's elite. But ran by a thousand year old witch with ties to the son of a fallen angel. At its core it is a porno wrapped in a horror story. Because Elias is a sex addict. Or so he believes. Another lie. Elias has mental health issues stemming from a life spent with the wolf that ate the girl who loved turtles. But this is another story for another day. First.

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A Poem

Ruby woke in a bullet traveling at speed

At first the light is all she could see

But the smell stole her eyes away to the corner

Where Betty Joe’s body …..

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Scott’s hands trembled as he lifted his favorite coffee cup, the mickey mouse club house mug gifted from a lover, to his mouth and sipped the sweet nectar of the gods. Last night's dream sat heavy this morning. The river was black. Wait, was the river black? Black.

Black. Elias Black is at it again. His best selling indie book, Another Hungry Mountain, has hit another milestone and Elias himself will be hitting your local bookstore with his new book tour. Scott found himself lost in the news reporter's soft voice.

Elias Black. The name echoed in Scott’s mind.

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A Poem

Two Thresholds can hold one truth

Someone thinks of somewhere new

A forest deep and dark and forgotten

An ocean with sandy beaches and grey skies that soften

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There is a man, in Colorado, sitting in a cheap black Walmart lawn chair next to the most beautiful river you could ever imagine. In fact, it is the most beautiful river any person could imagine. This was a valley built by Gaia herself. The river runs clear and cold as the water melts from the Rocky Mountains and carves this river into the land. It smells of woodsmoke from a roaring fire and the sage Amanda used on the Fleetwood in the background.

This man goes by many names, Husband, Father, Best Friend and Lover. Writer is at the very bottom of this list. You see, Eli writes feminist dark fairy tales where the damsel in distress does not wait for rescue. She becomes the wolf. He was raised by a strong woman, not a Wolf. A woman strong enough to recognize the Wolf hunting and made sure to put him away. Far away from Eli.

Eli sits at the rivers edge typing away at his keyboard. In the background you will hear sounds of love and joy and happiness. Sounds of children and games being played. Eli is writing of a girl who loves turtles. A woman that became so strong that she carried her home on her back and could hide from any wolf with just a tuck of her neck.

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A Poem

Once upon a time, no, this story is true.

A wolf found a young girl named Cindy.

Cindy was innocent.

The wolf fed on innocence.

The wolf fed till he was full.

When the wolf was full he slept.

Cindy opened the wolf and climbed inside.

The wolf became her shell, She could hide as a wolf.

She used the wolf to see the ocean.

At the ocean she traded the wolf to the sea for a new shell.

This shell became her home.

Because wolves can't huff and puff a turtle shell down.

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Scott’s hands were steady as he lifted his favorite coffee cup, the mickey mouse club house mug gifted from a lover, to his mouth and sipped the sweet nectar of the gods. Last night's dream brought a smile to Scott’s face.

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A Poem

On a Tuesday in April a Wolf caught the scent of innocence.

On a Tuesday in December innocence caught the scent of change.

On a Tuesday in July innocence found the ocean.

On a Tuesday in August innocence found Gaia and returned to the earth.

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