Dream Journal #4- The Seventeenth of July

“I had a strange dream last night.”  I said.

What was it about?”  The Voice said.

“I’m not really sure.  I only remember bits and pieces of it.”

I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and put a flame to it.

“I was alone in the mountains, a remote area somewhere.  Climbing around by the moonlight.  No sign of life, no lights except for the moon and the stars.  It seemed to go on and on, walking and climbing forever.  You know how sometimes you have a dream and it feels like it lasts for many hours?”

Yes.”  The Voice said.

I slowly inhaled smoke, exhaled it through my nostrils.

“It was like that.  I was climbing around on this mountain and I don’t remember ever questioning why I was there, or what I was doing.  I just kept moving upward, higher and higher.  I knew that I couldn’t turn back.  Near the top of the peak I noticed a large opening in the side of the rocks.  A strange green light was flickering from within.”

Like a cave?”  The Voice said.

“Kind of.  It was this huge gash in the side of the mountain.  The opening was probably fifty feet tall, five or six feet wide.  The whole peak was hollow inside and the outer shell had been split open.  This green light was coming out from inside.  I was very excited and motivated by the green light, almost frantic to reach it.  Does that make any sense?”

The Voice did not respond.

“Well, I did reach the opening, and when I looked inside I was completely…  Enraptured.  Mesmerized.  The rocks inside were glowing with a life of their own.  There was an amazing pattern of lights glowing and pulsing across the surface of everything inside of the mountain.  I stood there for what felt like half an hour, just looking in every direction, taking it all in.”

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Could you draw it?  The patterns of light?”  The Voice said.

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  I don’t have the words to describe to you what it looked like in there, the sheer complexity, how interconnected it all was.”

I stared off into space thinking about it and allowed the cigarette to burn down between my fingers.

Was that the end of the dream?”  The Voice said.

“No.  There was a narrow pathway leading down inside of the glowing cavern.  I could see footprints on the pathway.  I wasn’t the first to discover the place.  Probably won’t be the last.”

Did you encounter any other people in there?”

I shook my head and put the cigarette out in a round glass ashtray.

“I worked my way down the path.  A couple of times it seemed like I was going to fall off the side, but I always seemed to regain my balance at the last second.  I reached the bottom and discovered a large wooden box sitting there on top of a glowing rock.  Even the box was glowing green.  I was immediately curious and ran to it.”

What did the box look like?”  The Voice said.

“A big wooden cube with two huge metal hinges on the back.  Despite the size it was remarkably easy to open.”

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You should not have touched that thing.  You know that, don’t you?”  The Voice said.

“Yes, but inside-  It was incredible-  I saw a miniature galaxy and-”

That is enough!”  The Voice said.


I do not want to know.  I am not supposed to know.”

I sighed.

“Okay.  Just forget about it then.”

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[Original writing & artwork by J. E. Lattimer]

© 2012, 2013 J. E. Lattimer all rights reserved


17 thoughts on “Dream Journal #4- The Seventeenth of July

    1. Thanks for reading– The dream journal series is intentionally very experimental & I try to ignore many of the “rules of writing” with these installments since no rules apply to dreams. Many of the stories on here are also supposed to be in a “flash fiction” style [For many reasons], but there will be at least a few longer, more conventional tales in the near future that will have a classic structure to them. As far as this one goes, I wanted the struggle within humans to know what is forbidden / secret / mysterious to be the ending… I guess it all hinges on what you identify “the voice” as… Have a great day over there! 🙂

  1. aww another cliffhanger, and it works, keeps me guessing! i think whoever the Voice is, he/she is in denial, and knows whats in the box, or maybe have dreamt it. awesome story JE, love it! 🙂

    1. Thanks, O’Dee! Yes, how the reader identifies “the voice” is very important in determining / shaping the rest of the story. Not meant to be a cliffhanger, though– I occasionally like to do stories that I hope with jump-start a few imaginations out there… Forbidden knowledge, secrets and mysteries have always been part of storytelling for humankind [Garden of Eden, Pandora’s Box, etc., etc.,] and it was this general theme that I was focusing on while writing this one. I tried to let the theme bleed through and effect the tale as much as possible… Enjoy the day over there! 🙂

    1. Ha! Sorry– It’s left up to each person’s own interpretation… I could tell you what it symbolizes to me, but then it would only ruin it for others… Thanks for reading though, your photography is awesome! Have a great day! 🙂

    1. Thank you! I actually spent a ton of time on them– Thought this was going to be a longer story at first, but it wanted to be a shorter one– The subtle theme became the story and the story reflected the subtle theme, if that makes any sense! Have a great day and thanks for reading! 🙂

  2. Just absolutely intriguing!!! I love that you didn’t end it and I’m mad at you for not ending it! How’s that for a conundrum? 😉 Always always love what you write! 🙂

    1. Thank you very much, Christina! The Dream Journal series is meant to be very experimental and allows me to escape the usual rules and confines of typical writing– I wanted to elaborate on what was in the box, but decided instead to allow the theme to remain open, if that makes any sense. 😉 Thanks for reading and have a great day!

      1. You’re very welcome! I find the whole idea intriguing…wait I already said that….fascinating! I do want to know where you were going with the box….but at the same time I love that you left it up to the reader’s imagination.

        I believe it is by breaking the rules in writing – be it poetry, stories, etc….that one becomes truly a great writer. We are all unique and our written words show that.

        I hope you have a great day! Blessings 🙂 ~

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