So, Here it is. The first installment of the Amazing Dream Journal. Enjoy!
Abe Table and the Amazing Dream Journal
Side of the Road
While the sun tried to find a way through broken clouds, Abe Table and his two friends, Ray and Liz, waited at the entrance to the state park. Waited to be picked up. And waited.
“Is your mom ever coming, Abe, or what?” Ray asked. He was kicking stray gravel rocks across the road, soccer style, lining them up like a corner kick.
“She’ll be here. She texted me and said when she was leaving and that has been about 15 minutes. She’ll be here,” Abe said.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got to get to soccer tryouts, Abe. You know that,” Ray said.
“Look, Ray, she is on her way,” Liz said. “What more do you want? A helicopter pick up?” Liz picked up a small rock and threw it at the park sign… and missed.
Like the road it was on, the little wood sign for the park wasn’t large. Abe held a fishing pole and a small box with fishing lures. They had been hanging out at the park. Abe fished. Nothing was unusual about where they were or what they were doing.
They all heard the clopping sound at the same time. None of them could see what was causing the rhythmic beat, but it was from somewhere beyond where the road bent around the trees along an edge of the park.
They all turned.
“Sounds like a horse,” Ray said. “…on the road.”
“Maybe it’s Abe’s mom coming to pick you up and take you to your tryouts,” Liz said. “I’m sure she knows you’re in a hurry. And what’s faster than a horse?”
“Hey, funny thing,” Abe said. “I dreamed of someone riding on horseback last night. Only he was scared to death of something and was galloping like his life depended on it. Like he was running from someone. He was in a dark robe thing and I think he had claws like some creature or something.”
Except it wasn’t a funny thing. Abe was having bizarre dreams recently and writing them down because he read that if you wrote them down, you could actually begin to control them. And it was starting to scare him a bit; he didn’t want to be trying to control creatures on horse’s backs.
The horse might have been a quarter mile from them when it came into view. It was galloping down the middle of the street… as hard as it could. The rider was hunched over. As the horse came closer, Abe’s eyes grew larger.
A young girl was driving the horse at a full gallop, constantly looking back over her shoulder and then forward to where she was going. She looked panicked.
The three kids stepped back into the weeds. As the rider blazed past them, she glanced their way. Abe was sure she made eye contact with him.
They all three looked at each other.
“Whoa! That was weird,” Ray said.
“Table, does stuff like this happen to you a lot?” Liz asked. She’d known Abe long enough to know that he had some pretty odd ideas about ghosts and cemeteries and strange appearances.
“Yeah, Liz, you should know it does. You were there for the ghost-in-the-kitchen ordeal… and the ghost in the graveyard,” Ray said.
“Well, those don’t count: they weren’t real. That horse just went by. For real.”
Abe said, “It’s weird, but, you know, it’s not like my dream was coming true or I saw the future. And it was not the same person. This was just some girl on her horse. Things like this happen all the time.” But he didn’t believe that for one minute.
Liz edged over to Abe and Ray. “Yeah, well, if you say you dreamed a giant rollercoaster with ghosts on it showed up at our school, and one actually does, I’m gonna say you’re a freak of nature.” She was looking directly into Abe’s eyes.
He thought it was creepy when Liz did stuff like that. He guessed Liz was still getting used to being friends with him and Ray and she sometimes slipped into her old habits. Like being mean or rude.
Ray stepped in holding his hands out as if parting two boxers in a ring. “Okay, guys. Abe, you’re not a freak. And Liz, weird things just happen sometimes. We can’t judge people without exploring what is going on. That is something Abe here is pretty good at.”
“Sorry, Abe,” Liz said. She smiled – and it wasn’t that nasty smile she used to wear – and said, “Did you dream anything else that we should know about and explore?”
“Yeah,” Abe returned looking down at the ground. “Yeah. It’s even more ridiculous.”
“Come on, Abe, let’s hear it,” Ray said.
“A what?” Liz snarled.
“A hearse,” Abe said. “You know, a car that hauls a coffin to a cemetery. I dreamed I saw a white one with a crazy looking woman driving it.” Saying it out loud was even dumber sounding than when he wrote it in his journal. Was he out of his mind?
“Not too unusual for a kid who works at a cemetery, right?” Liz said.
“Of course not, Liz. See what I mean?” Ray raised his hands over his head like Liz had just proven gravity. “Abe is just a regular guy like us. Now, when is your mom getting here, Abe? I’ve got tryouts to get ready for this afternoon.”
Just then, Abe’s mom turned the corner and pulled off the road to pick them up. When they had all piled in her minivan, she pulled onto the road and asked how the morning went.
Abe described how the fish weren’t biting but they saw a snake and found a creek they had never seen before.
Ray was trying to get his attention from the seat behind. Liz was staring out the window on her side.
“Abe. Abe,” Ray whispered. He made a motion with his head and leaned close to the front seat. “Look behind us.”
Liz turned. “What?” she whispered with her eyes wide open.
Abe turned too and felt his blood turn cold: A hearse followed them. And it was white.