Two Short Stories that Originated in Dreams


Dream Dennis

Dream Dennis owned a wine shop in Tunbridge Wells

It had been a very hot summer and for five consecutive days the temperature topped forty-four degrees

Dream Dennis and his staff spent a great deal of time in the cold room between serving customers

Dream Dennis had a girlfriend named Diana

Diana had short hair and was often mistaken for a boy

She loved swimming and often accompanied Dream Dennis and his Uncle Henry on boating trips

Uncle Henry had a very important post in government and was considered as a respectable and very honest man.

But he was extremely stressed and often wept when alone

He was planning to retire before the next election

Uncle Henry welcomed the company of his nephew and his girlfriend on their boating trips and they often swam together

Diana was writing a thesis on John Dos Passos and was reading Manhattan Transfer for the sixth time

A copy of this book could often be found on the deck of the boat whilst she and the others were swimming

Dream Dennis was considering opening another wine shop in Canterbury

He liked the idea of owning two shops

My Lucky Numbers Two

He often said

We have two legs two arms two eyes and two feet so why should I not own two shops

He intended to enlarge the cold room of his Tunbridge Wells wine shop if the temperatures did not recede and was planning to build a large cold room in his Canterbury shop

On evening in early July the trio watched the World Cup Final between Nigeria and Poland on a television onboard the boat

The European side won 1-0 scoring in the final minute of the match

As they collected their losers medals the Africans were seen to be weeping

Both Dream Dennis and Diana began weeping although Uncle Henry was less emotional

When the final whistle sounded he dived into the sea

He was interested to see if the fish were weeping also

This proved difficult as it was hard to determine whether the fish were weeping at all

 

 

Daisy Doll

Diana owns a small Christmas doll

She has named the doll Daisy Doll

The doll is rather beautiful and is clothed in a plush velvet cape and matched hat

The intense maroon colouring of the cape and hat is highlighted by the pristine white fur trim of her garments

The doll is holding a small song sheet and is supposed to be singing Christmas Carols

This is not the case as Daisy Doll is deeply philosophical and often things about death and other finite subjects

On the sixth day of January each year Diana packs all the decorations into two boxes

She then stores both boxes in the deep attic room that overlooks the church

Daisy Doll dreads this event as she feels that she is being placed into a coffin whilst fully alive and stares at her own dull screaming reflection for days after her burial

She then sleeps for the remainder of the year and dreams

She longs to be free and experience the light and warmth of the summer and the first and second spring

She longs to swim quite naked in the deep stream at the end of Diana’s large garden and shock the modest churchgoers on the Sabbath Day

But she spends the twelvemonth trapped in a small box of shiny baubles and woollen cones

But her life is not without hope as Diana has a strange superstition

If I should forget to pack one or more of my Christmas decorations then they will remain in place for the rest of the year

They will only return to their box after the next festival is over

Diana is mocked by her boyfriend and other relatives because of this strange superstition and quite often Christmas decorations can be seen in place on the hottest of summer days

Daisy Doll often hides and hopes that she is not discovered

One day she will be missed and will spend the year at ease

She will experience the freedom that she longs for and feel the warmth of the sun on her cool porcelain skin as she explores the garden before a swim

But Daisy Doll is aware that as she swims in the illuminated stream and studies the brilliant blue sky that one day these pleasures will end and that she will be imprisoned in a small wooden box without a reflection

Which will never be reopened