brick, mortar, red, layers
Derek was a bricklayer and after a hard days work he went home and fell fast asleep. His deep sleep was turbulent – troubled with many active scenes of both good and bad scenarios. During one of the of worse dream sequences, he was in Italy with Ernest Hemingway packing medical supplies for the wounded solders who were sent in from the front line. Hemingway was tired of the some tiresome tasks and asked Derek to join him in the actual battle and leave the Red Cross duties behind. Derek, Hemingway pet, agreed with some hesitation. Both took off to the worse of the fighting early the next morning. By days end Hemingway was injured, but his wounds were superficial. On the other hand Derek did not fair so good. A mortar shell had exploded near him and poor Derek landed a couple of feet from where he stood, legs shattered and pain so severe that Derek lost conscientiousness.
The next thin Derek recall was waking up at a huge gala with celebrity guests wearing masks and photographers aiming their bright flashing cameras at him. Derek became such a spectacle that Truman Capote himself, the host of the evening's festivities, came to help Derek orient himself, as well as command all the paparazzi to disregard the fallen Derek. It must have been a bump in the red carpet that made him far, so Capote thought. The next thing that Derek recalled was joining Capote and all his wonderful star dazzling party goers as they danced to the city beat; painting the town red. As the evening wore down the traffic - car horns and police whistles awoke the sleeping Derek from his slumber making him rise quickly and knocking over two books that were lying on his chest: The Movable Feast and In Cold Blood. At that instant he realized that it was all just a dream.
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