This is the first time I'm participating in a blogfest. I'm excited. Below is a dream sequence from my first completed manuscript.
Anne’s memories faded in and out, as she searched her unfamiliar surroundings. She stood atop a precipitous mountain. The mountain unfolded in steep corrugated slopes. A narrow winding path cut into the mountain, ending in an extended valley jutted with rock formations and riverbeds. The scent of lilies and flowers of the valley exuded a feeling of being home, nostalgic of returning to a place of beginnings.
A young woman with fine blonde hair that swirled around her smooth ivory face in the calm breeze, walked towards the edge of the precipice. Garbed in a white gown adorned with gold stitching and a gold belt tied smoothly around her waist, the woman carried a bundle wrapped in a white cloth in her arms. Anne did not recognize her, yet felt a sense of familiarity with the woman, as if she had been here the same moment as the events around her unfolded.
The woman was speaking a melodious sound that was lifted away by the breeze that erupted into a more forceful wind from the north. Anne did not understand the woman and felt uneasy at the monotonous look in her eyes, unseeing of all that was around her. Anne tried to move, to follow the woman but she couldn’t. Her legs would not obey her, instead she watched. Reaching the precipice, the woman stopped and lifted the bundle over her head eyeing the sky above her, still chanting. Anne felt panic consume her and yet she could not move. The woman released the bundle over the cliff and it seemed to float, unmoving for a brief second. It was all Anne needed to realize, to see a tiny pink hand protruding from the white cloth-- a baby.
Anne woke up with a scream wedged in her throat as pain exploded throughout her body and she bit down hard to suppress the cry.