Sunday morning

Every sunday I wake up in 6:30, wearing sweat suit and running shoes and go jogging by bank of Dunav in Zemun. This morning was not different. I locked my flat, zipped keys in my pocket and go out of building. I usually walk to the Dunav because I don`t like to be interrupted in running with some stupid reason, red light on a street crossing, for instance. And I have two trafficked streets until I reach restaurant »Venecija« where I start with running.
While I was walking through Novogradska street I looked toward the houses in Pregrevica and I saw the tree trunks covered with fog. Nothing unusual for April morning, sun was up but it was stll cold.
At »Venecija« I started with running, feeling a bit warmer as my blood rushed faster through my veins. Suddenly, I have noticed some strange silence interrupted only by my regular breathing and sound of running shoes on asphalt track. Look around just to notice that I am all alone, in whichever direction I turn, and it was not far because fog from river reached the part of the bank where I was running. I looked at the sky. Sun light barely coming through the fog, but it was not dark. Fog was shining like it was made of sun light itself. I looked at the river again. Water was calm, like made of glass, with shadows of small fishing boats tied to floats. Behind, water was unrecognizable of fog. Some ten meters from bank, they became one.
I watched the track in front of me. Three steps, breathing in, another three steps, breathing out. One, two, three, one two, three… Nothing except the sounds I`ve made by myself. Suddenly, I stopped. My steps and breathing, instead of stopping with me, went away, far from me in a fog. And fog itself, became denser, like it was sticking to my skin, entering into my pores and lungs with every breath I took, nice and shiny anyway. The only strange thing was that now I was not producing any sound. I was breathing air (fog?) but I couldn`t hear anything, it was quiet. I thought, this is impossible, that I am dreaming, but I felt my clothes, track under my feet, freshness on my hands and face. With soundless steps, I walked toward river. Water level was high in this time of a year, snow from Alps and Carpati melted and filled the rivers that enters in Dunav. Water was shining as a fog, and sun was now completely invisible, turned into light around me. I stepped into water. I knew that I will damage my new running shoes, that I will go home all wet but I wanted to make some noise, any noise and break that perfect silence of my surrounding. Teeth clenched, expecting to feel cold water, I was astounded when nothing of that happened. Nothing! I looked down and found myself standing on something supposed to be a water. Confused, I`ve made few more steps…. I was walking over glass like, slightly rippled surface, frightened at the beginning but, since nothing changed, I became more self confident. I even jumped few times, hardly kicking, but nothing changed. I took a deep breath and shouted as loud as I could, but world around me remained unchanged in its soundless perfection.
I was pretty far from bank by now and I couldn`t see anything except shining around me. Ithought that I could walk to the island not far from here or even to Belgrade, to wake up my friends and tell them what happened to the world we live in, but suddenly, surface under my feet returned into what it always was, and in a split of a second I was under the water. Light disappeared and I was alone in terribly cold darkness. Don`t breath in, I thought to myself, you are going to drown you idiot, swim to surface, swim to surface… I tried with full swing of my arms but couldn`t move even for a milimeter. Strong hand pulled me down….
I woke up suddenly, sweat floating down my back, breathing loud, heart beating so hard and fast that it hurt. What a dream, I thought to myself trying to calm down. It was sunday, about 6:30.
At »Venecija« I started with running, feeling a bit warmer as my blood rushed faster through my veins. Take a look at Dunav. Gliding easilly over the glassy water, shining fog silently aproaching me…..


This was a dream I had in the morning of April 27th, 2000.

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58 Responses to Sunday morning

  1. Spaggyj says:

    Oooh that's freaky! :eyes:

  2. attilasoul says:

    Wow, that was a very detailed dream! :up:

  3. gdare says:

    Yeah…. :left:

  4. Capegirl says:

    😮 !! that is so freaky, the way you describe! i have been having the worst dreams imaginable lately. the only good one was the ENTIRE song and graphics from Jungle Book soundtack…i wanna walk like you, talk like you…bee, bee, bop etc..very WEIRD! who could sleep after that? HA HA HEE. hysterical! I'm awake 4 pm watching tv!

  5. gdare says:

    @Michelle – you can post that one 😀 it would be nice to read it :up:

  6. rose-marie says:

    Wow… intriguing :up:

  7. gdare says:

    I have few of them, not all scary ones like this one but very detailed. I remember them sometimes 😀

  8. gdare says:

    @Adele – sometimes my dreams are so vivid and detailed, that I can write them down even few days after; I have one divided into 3 parts but with one story connected; very sad though, I am not sure I will post it here :awww:@Bojan – I wake up in 6 a.m. everyday :DI am sorry that I missed the opportunity to go to Venecija (Venice) in 1990, back then I needed no visa to travel across Europe :irked:

  9. gdare says:

    @Rose – so this is why your neighbours have so loud sex 😆 otherwise, it would be impossible with all that snoring….. should I say snoozing? :lol:@Bojan – when you drink a beer this is not nothing 😀 :cheers:

  10. gdare says:

    It is working but I haven`t been there recently too. Maybe in summer I will go to have some fish for lunch :DWhen I was younger I liked to sleep longer too, but now, I don`t even need alarm clock to wake me up, it is all in my head :insane:

  11. rose-marie says:

    Nah. I snooze in my sleep so the noise never gets a chance to bother me that much :p.

  12. rolling_thunder says:

    I never hear my cellphone's alarm clock, so there's always a scheduled playlist on my computer… Actually, last time I went to the quay of Zemun was in July… One of the perfect spots for doing nothing and drinking beer…

  13. rolling_thunder says:

    How can anyone wake up that early on Sunday… O_oWeird dream… And Venecija…. LoL, my mom was there when the labour pains started. x)

  14. rose-marie says:

    That would be freaky!I need two alarm clocks to wake up in the morning :happy:

  15. gdare says:

    @Rose – imagine your lakes and bridges turn to be like this 😀

  16. gdare says:

    Connected to both ears Rose?:insane:I would probably got myself jumped to the ceiling with so much noise in the morning 😆

  17. SittingFox says:

    That must have been a terrifying yet amazing experience, to have a dream so very vivid. You could almost base a new genre of story on that one :eyes: I get some complicated dreams too.

  18. rolling_thunder says:

    Oh well, there's always the famous tavern in Zemun… x))Actually, is it still working? Haven't payed attention recently.Well, I do get up at 6:30am, but not on Sundays… Sundays are designed for sleeping. x)

  19. rolling_thunder says:

    Had some very loud and… when… jumpy… jumpy as bunny-like x) neighbours whose sexual intercourses used to sound… well… I wouldn't really use the word "weird", but you get the picture… :whistle: However, I'm able to sleep without paying attention to circumstances. Once I fell asleep in a nightclub, completely sober, to the sounds ov very loud techno…Drinking beer and hanging around is… nothing, well, at least nothing much… x)

  20. gdare says:

    😆 :up:

  21. rose-marie says:

    Oh yeah… them 😡 When they're at it I don't need an alarm clock. I wake up anyway.:idea: Maybe I should ask them to start in the morning rather than in the middle of the night! 😆

  22. gdare says:

    No, my point was that you are enjyoing (in taste of beer, good times with your friends, warm weather, calm time, etc. – you name it), and this is not nothing :D:cheers:

  23. gdare says:

    :lol:Sometimes I feel old, indeed. I live with my grandparents and they wake up in 5 a.m. usually. Then my grandfather start to wash dishes or prepare a coffee and wake me up in 6 :irked:The weirdest thing is that I felt like it really happened to me, I remembered every little detail in it :insane:

  24. yomeriux says:

    darko, now you don`t need and alarm clock cause you are getting old 😆 very soon you will wake up at 4, and go to bed at 7. :clown: What a weird dream!! I like the way you describe it, I felt like I was right there…:insane:

  25. gdare says:

    :DThe funny thing is they are trying to be quiet but it is impossible. Sometimes, they start to argue about some unimportant things and when they wake me up, then start to acuse each other for this 😆

  26. yomeriux says:

    yeah, I have to say it was weird!:insane: About your grandparents', I know what you mean 😆 My grandma`s house in Mexico is in the garden of my parents house, so she normally wakes up at 5 and starts making a lot of noise. By 6 she is out and talking very loud to her dog, then to the gardener, then to anyone..very very loud :insane:

  27. volkuro says:

    Good story(dream) must have been very intense! :eyes:

  28. gdare says:

    I am glad if you like it Louis 🙂

  29. yomeriux says:

    lol Darko, and that`s everyday!:insane: 😆

  30. gdare says:


  31. Chaulafanita says:

    wow, i love how you tell your dream! i had this kind of dreams sometimes too 😉

  32. gdare says:

    Julia, I think everyone got them once in a while. When I have this kind of a dream and remember it in the morning, I usually write them down 😀 It is always interesting to see how our mind is playing with us :happy:

  33. martinouellette says:

    I almost never remember my dreams.. :worried:

  34. gdare says:

    You must focus, Martin, you must focus…. :eyes::lol:

  35. Chaulafanita says:

    🙂 jejeje

  36. yomeriux says:

    I remember them almost always. I have some very VERY very crazy dreams. Good and mainly bad. 😆 Lately I fly a lot, which is amazing!:yes:

  37. gdare says:

    I think that the most beautiful dreams are about flying, I had two that I remembered – once I was flying above sea and once it was among stars. Sense of happiness is a common feeling :happy:

  38. yomeriux says:

    yes, absolutely, and freedom :happy:

  39. yomeriux says:

    have you ever realized during your dreams, that you are dreaming, and then think that because you are dreaming you can fly, and then fly?

  40. gdare says:

    No, usually I fly and then wake up with a wide smile on my face :happy: So, suppose I believe I can fly 😉

  41. gdare says:

    yes, endless freedom :happy:

  42. yomeriux says:

    yeah, you wake up so happy! sometimes I do realize I'm dreaming and then say to myself: if I'm dreaming then I can fly. SO I fly! but sometimes just very low. Or I have to jump and fall down again. The best is when you can fly very high and do whatever you want.

  43. gdare says:

    Once I flew over the sea, I can still remember how blue it was :happy:I didn`t have flying dreams recently, though 😦

  44. yomeriux says:

    wooow !I hope you will have one soon 😉

  45. gdare says:

    Gracias Mariñita 😀

  46. yomeriux says:

    I don't know, it just sounds like a bird :p

  47. gdare says:

    ptica = birdI am still amazed 🙂

  48. gdare says:

    How do you say bird in french and in spanish?

  49. gdare says:

    Yes!!! How did you guessed it? I am amazed :up:

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