قصة ((The dream ))

متحمس225 · 10-12-2006, 12:15 AM

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The dream
By Frank Tilsley

Can a dream show us the future and give us the chance to change it? If it does, then we are not free to act in the way we wish to

Before I tell you the dream, I must explain something. It was the summer, and I was driving my family back from Italy through the south of France. I was tired of driving for long time. I could think nothing except cars. We spent the night of the dream in the Tain I' Hermitage.

Now, I'll tell you the dream. I was sitting in a cream color car and driving very fast. There was a very large lorry in front of us. I tried to slower the car, but I couldn't find the brake and there was no wheel to hold. We were almost into the back of the lorry. I was frightened. Then I heard calm voice from my left side. There was a strange man of a bout forty. He was wearing an expensive shirt and red hat. He spoke very quickly in France, and I couldn't understand him. I was looking on his hands which were holding the wheel. The wheel was on the left. He, not I, was in control. He turned to place the car in the middle of the road. He was going to pass the lorry. The road was quite empty. There was just a woman sitting outside of small white house. She was sitting by a table with some flowers in spots. At this moment, we were level with the lorry, but the lorry began to turn from the side, towards our car. The stranger by my side tried to move out of the way. The earth seemed to turn over. At the point, I woke up in fear.

I couldn't sleep again. I wanted to express the dream, but I couldn't. I had to recognize my fear and then I could forget all about it. I tried to remember all the Lorries, All the small houses, and all the cars which painted cream. I remember something. I had been traveling in England two years ago. An American and I were making radio program. His car was from America, and the driver sat on the left side, but its color wasn't cream. Maybe this had left its mark on my mind.

The big France Lorries often play their own game. They stay in the middle of the road, and you can't pass them. So you have to follow them for long distant.

This afternoon we were following a large Lorry. The driver of the Lorry turned to the left side, instead of the right side. There was enough space on the right for me to pass him, but I told myself not to pass him. Then I considered that I could turn my car more quickly than he could. I asked myself, could I pass him on the on the right before he could do any thing. If he kills us, nobody would say it was his fault. I decided to increase my speed as much as I can. On the grass beside the road a woman was sitting outside a small white house with a table of flowers! My foot directly went down hard on the brake. From behind me I heard the sound of a horn. It was a very fast car following us. Its color was cream!! I press the brake and turn behind the Lorry. The other car reached the Lorry, and the Lorry turned towards it. Then the front of the Lorry just touched the back of the car. The driver of that car knew what to do. He turned into middle of the road. His control was wonderful much better than mind. Then he drove quickly away in cloud of dust. We stayed that night in Fontainebleau. I found the cream car outside the hotel, and so I looked for the driver. He was young man from Paris. He spoke good English. I asked him if he would like to take the number of the Lorry, but he said, "The low won't help you if you pass on the wrong side." I didn't tell him a bout my dream because he was in a hurry and wanted to reach Paris quickly. I don't believe in dream, but something save us all from death