NEW FROM BILL: Monday Dream Diarist

Chapter Two

As the wave of sound moves in… I recall the bright sun punishing the surrounding beachfront. I hear constant breaking and crashing of waves. I am encouraged to wade into the water by my long-time friend, Steve Meyer. I am in the water, and hardly being pushed by the immense waves billowing toward the coast. I feel the waves pass through me as though they were a ghost and I was the door of a familiar haunted house. I am hardly even wet at this point.

Steve is now bringing me up to speed on why we are in the water. He suggests that we had drank way too much the night before. In fact, we embarrassed ourselves, caused drama, and I somehow managed to defecate in my pants while chugging a beer in the woods outside of the party. I smile mischievously and without regard as I begin to understand the present situation’s physical and religious irony. Standing in an ocean, an ocean that could cleanse my soiled body and soul if not for the water’s ghost-like properties. 

I do not feel ashamed as I make my way back to the shore. I do begin to feel intoxicated and I am suddenly driven to notice the multitude of snakes adorning the beachfront. I call to my mother who was walking near and I ask for her to join me in following one snake of particular interest. The snake was remarkable because its scales resembled the sharp shell of a snapping turtle. I questioned my mother about its name, which she knew and she then lead me to a thicket just off the shore which bore several varieties of snakes. The intoxication is now overwhelming and multiplying because of the heat of the day.

I turned from the snakes and turned my attention to a distant beach shack near a lengthy pier. I can tell that my friends are awaiting my arrival on the pier but I am drawn to explore the shack. The small shack will smell of rotting flesh and disease but I press on. I can barely take a step forward without violently stumbling. Each stumble forces me further off course. The reckless gait is now burdensome to the point of no return. From afar, I appear to be walking slowly but without any trouble.

I slowly plod atop the hot sand… 
…I begin to open my eyes and hear the piercing wave of sound.