Out Of The Mist

Clouds pulled in from all sides of my vision  and ear piercing hiss invaded my ears. For a moment I could hear my own voice howl for help. I curled up into a small ball breathless at what was befalling upon me. The ground shook violently as I was engulfed in a cloud of dust and light and then all went dark and silent and motionless.

I held myself together, curled up into a ball and as the dust began to dissipate I could see my family all around me. My father stood magnificently over me with his shiny eyes peering at me and with a large reassuring hand supporting the back of my head. My little one was pulling on the hairs on my leg in a desperate attempt get me to play with him. My mate sat on my left side and dribbled cool water from a rolled up leaf onto my lips. Other monkeys were milling around in the distant branches above me chattering inaudibly.

What dream was this i had just had that appeared so real and so alien to my mind. I did not know how to even start explaining to everyone what I dreamt and unlike other dreams, I remembered everything, vividly and colourfully and with the full spectrum of emotion that i went through.

I sat up with my back sore from the fall from the tree and father gave me ripe and sweet mango and I gorged on it like I hadn't eaten for a week. I gave my little one some too and he sat quietly chewing on the mango skin and sucking all the inner flesh of the fruit.