Dreams and the Supernatural

In the darkness of luminous rain clouds Sarah knelt down and prayed. It was three hours prior that she got the news of an impending social death that was sure to end her career as the local whore. Only moments before the call she decided that single life was bound to slowly eat away at her soul if she had to live this reality a second more. So in the newly increasing wind and rain she forgot about the fact that she was only wearing a tank, day shorts and spiked backless heels. She forgot about the sooty asphalt. Forgot about the people on the street that may have something to say about this bizarre act of selflessness. Knees to the earth and hands folded to the sky, rain pouring down, Sarah prayed. With no religion, no conscious thought, no perception of the exterior world carrying on around her, Sarah asked for something. It was a simple request, a universal request, “Give me something to live for.”

It was in this moment of simple offering that the phone rang again. Hands unsure, voice shaking, she answered, “Aloo?”
It was the same voice she had penetrated her mindspace only moments before. The same voice that condemned her to a deadly reality of escaping time spoke. “Sarah, are you sitting down?” It’s a fact that being on your knees on a busy LA street wasn’t exactly sitting, but close enough for the hesitant “yes” to roll carelessly from her trembling lips. “Well,” came the voice like a slow tremor, “due to a system error I have good news, life changing news.”

“Yes, I’m listening,” muttered Sarah, more confused than ever.
“You aren’t HIV…(pause)...You are however 10 weeks pregnant”

And in this moment the clouds parted, the light on the corner changed from red to green and sinking down deeper into the asphalt, Sarah’s knees began to bleed.

Swallowing the dry lump in her throat and dropping the phone, Sarah began to cry.
She cried for her newfound trust that there did exist a higher power, she cried for the person who would get the next deathly life changing phone call, and she cried for her unborn child that may never know its father. The sun’s otherworldly heat beat down upon her back through the sole hole in the endless cloud. And as blood and water and salt poured out of her, her heart pounded a house like beat in her chest. Her chest heaving like cellophane over a woofer, asphalt bloody, and phone dead, she prayed once more. This time it was more of an incantation than prayer and the words rattled from her lungs like the piercing sparking halt of a train against tracks.

“Surround me in light and give me the strength to succeed”
“Surround me in light and give me the strength to succeed”
“Surround me in light and give me the strength to succeed”

“So be it”