Bridge Guard - A short tale - The Bridge Dreamer, Chapter One

The Bridge Dreamer

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past lived a girl who’s dreams fell out. They fell out no matter where she was, on the stairs, on a bus, in the aisles of Tesco, didn’t matter, her head would just bust. You see, this girl had ideas that could fill the Grand Canyon, when everybody else slept at night her mind flooded, more and more thoughts, more and more quandaries, more and more lists that no human mind could physically store.

Therefore, each day she began in hope, in hope that she could keep her dreams in, keep them to herself. They were hers after all. She had to figure out how to keep them, only share if she actually felt like sharing.

How to keep your dreams?

One day, as a particularly embarrassing dream had just emerged from her head while waiting for a train she saw a newspaper stand she hadn’t noticed before. In fact, she was sure it had just appeared, like one of her dreams, or maybe, just maybe she was seeing somebody else’s dream! Oh my, she thought, the excitement of seeing somebody else’s dreams! The possibility that she wasn’t the only one who’s dreams fell out! A feeling overwhelmed her. Inside her belly felt like the time she met Father Christmas – nobody had believed her so the feeling had faded. Her flooded mind beeped like a car horn; she wasn’t sure if the noise was inside her head or outside, she didn’t care!

The girl approached the newspaper stand with giddy caution, trying not to let her expectations run wild (she was always doing that). For a split second she was a tiny bit deflated because the newspaper stand was so solid, so real, then she remembered something. She had once dreamt something several times and part of that dream had remained...here in the real world. It was a lamppost, and it still stood on the corner of a street in her hometown. She never told anyone to this day she’d dreamt the lamppost, people would think her even madder than they already did. But here, now, in front of this solid newspaper stand that had appeared from nowhere she was discombobulated and totally flabbergasted by the size and possibility of it all. It was enough to keep her awake for the next twenty years at least.

To be continued...