Mini series about Matica’s dreams

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Mini Series: Matica’s Dreams by Gigi Sedlmayer

16/09/2015

When Gigi came to me and asked if I would be interesting in posting some of her short stories on Kev’s Great Indie Authors, I had to find out more. Apparently, she has written five or six short stories that she also uses in her Talon books as parts of Matica’s dreams. I suggested doing a mini-series, where she submit one to me each month, and we could call it, Matica’s Dreams, or something else if she preferred. Gigi was delighted with this idea and so came about this first in a series of guests posts: Matica’s Dreams by Gigi Sedlmayer. I do hope you enjoy it. 🙂

First dream of Matica.

914zv3qv2bL._SL1500_Dreamily, I sat on a rock by a creek that wormed itself around a field of dry, parched grass, thinking of nothing. It was late afternoon. The blazing sun was beating down from a clear blue sky, appearing like a pool of deep blue water. A slight wind swayed through the high grass of the field, stirring it around. Sparrows darted from here to there, filling the air with their mystical chirps. But then, suddenly, an idea struck me.

Could I change into an animal to see, to feel and to be like an animal?

Putting my finger into the water, I watched the ripples I created and listened to the quiet song of the bubbling water.

Presently a green tree frog jumped nearby. With that thought in my mind, if I could change into an animal, I stared intensely at it and wished to be that frog.

I felt dizzy. Goose pimples crawled over my skin.

Believing in what would occur, I jumped and splashed into the cold water.

The coolness of the water shocked me and when I looked around and saw my long frog legs to jump with, I shouted joyfully, ‘It worked! It really worked! I am the frog! Look at my jumping legs!’

Next, out of poor joy and that I could still think as a girl, not as the frog, I jumped out of the water then jumped and jumped through the grass. Oh, how I loved that. Free to jump. But then I stopped jumping and looked around, thinking that I couldn’t go on jumping. I wanted to know how the frog would see our wonderful world, how he was feeling about living. But

then it hit me. The frog in me was only thinking of food, how to find it, how to get it. Hungry, the frog looked around to catch whatever it could get. But frogs eat flies, I was thinking. Yuck, I don’t want to eat a fly. I don’t want to experience that. I was disappointed and hopped further, thinking that I could change into another animal that wouldn’t look only for food.

But then, hopping through the grass, the awareness overwhelmed me. ‘Yippee, my dream became reality. A few minutes ago I was a human and now I’m a frog. Well, a hungry frog.’

I bounced joyfully through the grass. Next I was painfully stopped by a furry paw, which stabbed on top of me. Trying to look up, I saw a black, wet nose that sniffed at me. And then two yellow eyes, surrounded by black fur, looked at me. Panic grabbed me as the snout opened to gobble me up. As I was thinking, that dog wants to eat me, I looked intensely at the dog, wishing to be the dog.

I became dizzy. Goose bumps crawled over my body.

Leaping joyfully into the air, I knew I was the dog. I had escaped its fangs and being its dinner. I ran to the creek and looked into the water. Seeing my furry face in the reflection of the water, I grinned sheepishly.

‘Hey, dog face,’ I called myself. ‘How are you?’

‘I feel pretty well,’ I answered my question.

Thinking that I had enough with playing around being animals, I wanted to change back to myself. But then I heard a condor’s cry. Looking up and seeing it soaring high in the sky, I said, ‘Not yet. That’s the only opportunity to be a condor myself, to soar high in the sky and to get that feeling of flying, flapping my wings. Yes, I want to be Talon first, then I’ll change back. Talon? Where did that come from?’ I didn’t know.

I desperately wanted to be the condor, so I gazed intensely up at him, wishing

to be the condor.

I became dizzy. Goose bumps crawled all over my furry body.

Next I looked along my beak. And seeing the earth flying away under me, I nearly fainted. But I got myself quickly under control, knowing I was the condor. I was Talon, flapping my wings. I was flying. I was soaring. The earth flew away under me. It was great. I flapped my wings and turned. The village came into sight. The village? ‘Oh, my God. That’s my home. I’m not a condor. I’m a girl that is flying on a condor, but not being a condor. How did that happen?’

Panic overcame me. I fell. As I fell, I was thinking, how can I fall from the sky? I’m a bird. I’m a condor. I am Talon. But no, I’m not a condor. I’m a human girl. And humans don’t fly like condors do.

I fell into the infinity of darkness. But then the fall stopped, as suddenly as I was the condor. I can’t say that I landed as a bird would land. I just bumped into something soft. When I looked, they revealed themselves as soft arms as they lovingly surrounded me. I looked at myself. I had a human body. I had jeans on with a jumper and a poncho hung over me. That someone that had caught me spoke. It was a human voice. It said, ‘All will be fine.’ I wondered, I really wondered. What does that mean? Why did he say that? Is that Dad? Yes, must be.

Gigi Sedlmayer started writing after surviving a serious bout of Cancer which originally caused her to just about give up on life. After many operations and other treatments, and with much encouragement from her family she finally overcame her terrible ordeal. She now loves writing and spends most of her time at the computer, developing new story lines. She also loves travelling, 4×4 touring, swimming, gardening, handcrafting, reading.

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About Gigi Sedlmayer

Gisela (Gigi) Sedlmayer was born on 19 May 1944 in Potsdam, a suburb of Berlin in Germany. Her family escaped to the West just before the infamous wall went up. They moved around in Germany until finally settling in Munich where Gigi studied architectural drafting and met Albert in 1965, marrying in December 1967. She worked as a civil draftsperson in various private consultancies in Munich. Since her uncle was a writer, she tried to write short animal stories herself. Nothing further came of it, but she developed a love for the written word and started to consume books. In May 1975, Gigi and her husband moved to New Zealand. Because of language challenges, she started a handicraft business. As a specialty, she made colourful parrots of which she sold thousands in a few years. In 1988, they decided to adopt and became adoptive parents of twin girls the year after. They lived in New Zealand for eighteen years and moved to Australia in September 1992. Two years later Gigi was diagnosed with cancer. After operations and radiation, she withdrew, thinking that she would probably soon be dead, like her friend who died of cancer, but her two little girls gave her the courage to keep going. After a few years, still among the living, her brain started to work again, so she thought, 'Get a grip on yourself and do something good with your life'. She remembered the time she wrote short stories and got inspired again, seeing her husband Albert writing the story of their adoption. Her English became increasingly better so she pressed on to develop her creative writing. Albert taught her how to use a computer and she wrote many short stories. She entered them in competitions and often got very good reports back, which gave her confidence to go on writing. One day the idea for the TALON series came to her and she spent the next several years bringing the story and the characters to life. She now loves writing and spends most of her time at the computer, developing new story lines. She also loves travelling, 4x4 touring, swimming, gardening, handcrafting, reading, fossicking and enjoys good adventure DVD's or going to the movies.
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