Dark Fairytale? True Story.

While fluttering around, I realized that in the midst of my art show preparing craziness, I forgot to share some of the tales I have been preparing to tell…True tales that is. As, anyone who knows me, knows that I have many a story, and most are true.

      

I have the remnants of proof from the tales (voice changes to a whispering cackle tone) which will cause the hairs to raise on your lovely little arms, my pretties….(her overly long scraggly nails, lightly running up and down your arm…).

Take a cozy seat…A nibble to eat…A hot sip…and lend an ear if you will…

      

Not too long ago, In perhaps a very far place from you, in the late night depths of an intense moment of REM sleep, a strange creature appeared to a girl…The girl found herself entering a hallway closet…A door to the left of the enchanted mirror…

      

In this dream, the girl opened the door and found a tiny room (which really is like a room closet under the stairs).  The room was full of boxes of treasures along with a mahogany ball and claw chair.  However, there seemed to be an old huge faucet coming out of the wall in the deepest part of the closet. This faucet was on and it was filling the room with water.  The room had about 3 inches of water in it, and the girl, afraid that the items in the boxes and the legs of the chair were getting ruined, started frantically removing the items from the closet and tossing them into the hallway…The floor in this flooding room was slick like shiny tiles and was the color of a black bottom swimming pool…As she got closer to taking everything out of the room, she was able to reach the faucet. As she attempted to turn it off, she realized the knob would just turn and turn… It was broken and could not be turned off…As she reached for the last box, there was this giant animal, an insect of sorts, about the size of a lobster striking at her, trying to sting her…It was a giant Scorpion.  The girl was trying to get away from it, and in every direction she would turn, the scorpion would reappear. 

Finally the girl woke up. And, as quickly as the nightmare had appeared, it disappeared. The girl went on her day, starting with a visit to the garden.

While in the garden (at her city home), still in her socks and in sleepy mode, the girl did her watering and visits, having quite the delightful morning. She turned on the hose and was watering all of her plants….

      

      

      

It was always such a treat to get to spend a day in the little fairytale garden, crossing under the tunneled canopy of vines to get to the hidden back porch and visit with other garden characters…

      

      

      

As she was humming along, feeling free and alive, watering all of the plants, now fully awake from a long night of dreaming, some of which she could no longer remember…She noticed that the hose was acting funny. She looked over at the wall where the faucet comes out of and noticed that the hose and faucet connection was bad and that there was water dripping everywhere.  She also noticed that the packages she had taken out of the car and the chair she was getting ready to take to the loftish space were sitting in an inch of water, all the bottoms getting wet.  She rushed over, and started lifting everything out of the water. As she got to the last item, lifting it up and stepping half a step backwards, something happened that made her freeze. 

Her dream from just hours before came rushing back. Could this really be happening???How could it be???? Standing there, was a Scorpion, the size, un-process-able by the human brain. All she could think was, WHAT? *#%@&*?????

She had to think fast…She had just purchased a huge battery jar full of shells…She emptied them out…She grabbed a huge brush that had a handle like a broom…And tried to lift the thing….She was so afraid, shaking, and frozen….Shivering with fear….She put the huge jar on its side, and tried to push the creature in….It wrapped its tale around the handle… She could hear its tale snapp.. snapping, tap tap….YIKES!@#$  But, she knew she had to get in in the jar. NOONE would believe this. Never in a million years.  She captured the thing.

Her kind instincts were to take it into the desert and release it… But the dream… A premonition of sorts….She told her sister.  She was sooo hesitant to tell her parents the story, starting with the dream.  Everyone would think she was nutzz. A nutty storyteller like her grandmother Josephina, that is was Dad would say. But Momm-bee, she believed…A little. Until she(Momm-bee) peered into the jar and howled, she gasped, she grabbed her neck, her heart.  She ran to the phone, long distance call to Grandma Josephina, her mother….Aunt Denise was at granny's, they got out "The Book."  Kill it was the consensus.  Kill it because apparitions of Scorpions mean that someone is trying to harm you they said….Pour boiling water over it and say a huge prayer… Aye aye aye… What to do?????

Call Mr. Lovee, balling, told him the story. And – the Earthy angel himself was stunned. Stunned because this was not the first time such things had happened to the girl.. He told her to do whatever the grandmother said to do.  She raced around, crying in disbelief.  How could the dream really come true??? How???? Even Dad freaked when he saw it, scorpions in the desert are usually thin, the size of your pinky nail… Her story was no longer an enhanced Vanessa drama thing. It was true.

Everyone left, leaving her with the Scorpion.  She knew she had to save it for proof.  Proof of what? She was devasted and torn. How could she kill the living creature….She kept it for many days…She called her friend, the earthy insect person. She called her friend at the University. They wanted to see it.  So, the girl decided with some urging, to pour alcohol over it once it seemed lifeless, and put it in a jar to take it to "the insect guy."

      

This happened in the fall.  Today, the scorpion sits on a shelf. As a reminder that I am not crazy. You might think it hocus pocus silly-ness.  Just Wait. Wait until it happens to you…Cackling….

      

      

Have a great weekend!  Oh – and, make sure there isn't one of these under your covers at the foot of your bed… Or perhaps, in your snow boot??? Maybe even, under the seat of your car… Waiting…Warning you to always think about your dreams…Read the signs….? who knows.  All I know. This thing scared the living day-lights outta little ole me.