The Empty Chair #11 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: Dream]

A blinding light, not blinding if you had the courage to look, or was it the faith?

The latest Day 111: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: Dream

If you missed my last freewrites on the theme, here are the links from latest to last:-

1. The Empty Chair #10 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: California]
2. The Empty Chair #9 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: yard sale]
3. The Empty Chair #8 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Palimpsest]
4. The Empty Chair #7 -Weekend Freewrite 2/3/2018 - Single Prompt Option: Airplane
5. The Empty Chair #6 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: The smell from within]
6. The Empty Chair #5 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Elephant]
7. The Empty Chair #4 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Cigarettes ]
8. The Empty Chair #3 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Cracker]
9. The Empty Chair #2 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Paint]
10. The Empty Chair #1- (5 minute freewrite challenge) [Prompt: hardboiled minds]

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Prompt - Dream

A blinding light, not blinding if you had the courage to look, or was it the faith? Welcoming to some, but deterring to others who now retreated, seeking for paths leading away, only to be led back...
Now all sat inside Halls of gold walls and silver floors, and flowery pavements..
The priest was right. There really were many rooms in the father’s house. Jeff saw drunkards, his mates, they occupied the largest room. No, womanizers did, they occupied the hall, and they were so many, a white-robbed somebody started leading them out one by one.
To where? He wondered. To another room? Okay. So many rooms around here. Now he was sited on the front row surrounded, but wait, the chair to his immediate right was empty….whose? He wondered, when he saw a woman being led to it.
Hello, he said, eager to make acquaintance. She turned, and he almost chocked: Claire was the last woman with whom he had cheated on his wedded wife…
Now he looked closely at the other women surrounding him, this one, that one, and the other one… all of them he had…,Oh my! Now he heard a trumpet, he realized he wasn’t sitting on a golden chair, but on a blazing pile of …now he was screaming… the white robbed man was locking the door to the furnace…
“Jesus, Jeff”, a startled voice intruded, jerked him.
He was breathless, “Huh”, his body all damp with sweat.
“What is the matter hunny?” his concerned wife asked, “You were screaming your lungs out!”
Now Jeff sighed, Relieved. “Just a dream, dear”
“About what?”

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