The Playground

I had the same dream again last night. I've been having this dream for at least two times a week for the past month.

It was about a playground.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad dream. No matter how many times I see it I still hope to view it again.

The playground itself was in an awkward shape that looked somewhat like a pear. There were retro and broken fences all around. In some places the fence had been completely smashed down like someone went at it with a sledgehammer all day long. The floor was filled with soft wood chips, and below that was a tastefully patched floor with all sorts of materials, wood, metal, stone and some with cloth. It looked like a colorful patchwork you’d see on those pretty handbags.

The sun on that day was blazing, despite the inconsistent colors of the sky changing from pink to violet and from violet to a red gold. Gladly though, there were cherry trees all around the playground, creating massive layers of coolness over the its floor. Occasionally you’d see petals and leaves that came from those trees on the ground and some floating in the air. The smell of cherries was light in fragrance.

The rest though, was a blur. It made my head dizzy when I tried to clear the haziness. All I can see was that it was incredibly colorful. There were shapes of all sorts. I could tell some of them had children’s drawing and graffiti on them. On my right lay an unfinished picnic. Someone had brought in a red and white checkered picnic cloth, and on it was chamomile tea in little teacups with golden rims. The picnic basket was sitting in the corner. It contained half eaten sandwiches and chocolate bars. I could tell someone had just left not long ago, because I could still feel the warmth he left behind. 

In my dreams, every time I’d wonder who that person is, I would search through fuzzy shapes and climb under the tunnels, trying to find him. Though I’ve never succeeded, it was fun to stay in that place. And at the end I would always stop to take a rest, and my eyelids would grow abnormally heavy. Everything would be drowned in deep blackness, just like the ending of a movie.

And then I would wake up to the boring beige walls of my own bedroom, only to have the same dream days later.