Welcome to the Eye of the Tornado.....a Search for the Dream of Rebecca B.
A journey into the heart of a man lost in the abyss separating his dreams from his reality






The Prophecy

.....He woke with a start, involuntarily sitting bolt upright in the heavy blackness of night. Beads of sweat traced the contours of his body melding and gaining momentum. Stomach wrenched, shivering with the fever of shameful foresight he searched for the reassurance of an anchor, something to ground him, something that would let him know it had all been a dream........
Deja'Vu

.....With the disgraceful pleasure of a first hit
of crack or boost of heroin, his body would flush,
bowels clenching then relaxing, skin burning then
turning to ice. Deja'vu. "Not the dream again"
he'd say to himself, sometimes fearing the truth
and other times relishing it. The Tavern.....The
Theatre....The green stairwell.....The Tornado and the children .....
"Where does it end?".....


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