The last few nights have been bad. It started with a dream in which I was swimming. My husband started playing around, splashing water in my face. I splashed him back and he dunked my head underwater. I hate having my head underwater. When I popped back up I glared at him. He became angry and pushed me down again, this time holding me under.
The next night I was going on a bike ride and hike with some dream friends. We came to a house where we would be spending the night. I had both of my dogs with me. The man of the house invited me to go for a bike ride with Denali before it got too dark. I'd been riding all day but it sounded fun so off we went. We didn't ride more than a mile before the sun was too low and we turned around. Then the rest of the group went whizzing by, saying I was going the wrong way and to hurry up. I told them my other dog was still at the house so I had to go back. Why were they leaving? It was dark!
By the time I got back to the house, Denali was no longer part of the dream and neither was the man. It was light outside, early morning. I knocked on the door and it opened. A woman with long hair and dirty clothes turned to look at me. I told her I was there to get my dog. She laughed and said the dog wasn't going anywhere as she sat down at an old wooden table. It was her dog now. After a brief argument I shoved her over backwards. I began stomping on her head and face. I kept stomping until she stopped moving and blood covered the floor. Adrenaline rush. I didn't feel bad at all. I opened the back door and leashed my dog, then left to catch up with the group.
It was only a few miles down the road when I caught up to part of the group. They had stopped and were climbing some big rocks and eating lunch. They had no intention of continuing with the rest of the group. I was aggravated and thought I could find the group myself. The rest of the dream was spent walking along dusty trails through canyons. I was lost. I was scared. Terrified. I was alone.
The next night continued with the same dream only I had found a few people from the group. They didn't know where anyone else was. As we were walking, day turned instantly to night. The footsteps of the people I'd found faded away and I became lost again. Nobody answered my screams. There was no sound at all.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Another Wave
Night of October 21st
I'm in New York City, visiting my husband. He works there now, in some building. I'm touring around the city with two of his coworkers that I hadn't met before. In recent years, two huge icebergs have floated their way down and are now nearly against the city. Both are taller than the Empire State Building. Most of the people and companies have moved away, scared of the icebergs and the danger they pose. We are walking up one, allowed to do so. It's become an attraction. Cars are not allowed but there is a path as wide as a road packed down that winds its way up. We have been climbing for an hour or so, our backs to the city, and the path is about to turn onto the backside of the iceberg. We pause to turn around and look at the city. It's beautifully peaceful from up here with a great view of the other iceberg. We are standing, looking, quiet and motionless.
They are pointing at the other iceberg, telling me about it. Telling me that it's dangerous. Just as they say this, it breaks. The entire front of the iceberg crumbles and slams into the water. The sound reaches us, cracking and booming, as a wall of water shoots up into the sky forming a wave almost as tall as the iceberg itself. Well above the height of most buildings. I scream, "run!!" planning to get around to the backside of the iceberg we are on. "No!" says one of men, "take cover!!!" We run over to the bottom of a small ledge and crouch down, hoping to be shielded. I get it. The water should go right over us, like an airstream going over a car where if people were sitting behind the car on the ground they wouldn't feel the wind. The water is coming fast and the sound is deafening. The iceberg trembles, popping and cracking. I am hyperventilating, trying to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as I can, waiting for water to fall over the small ledge and hit me. Thoughts of my husband race through my mind. Where is he? Could he be dead? He's probably dead, he died, I'm alone, I'm lost. It is here. The wall of water rushes over us, somehow moving too fast to fall on us. Clear water is flowing over our heads. I'm still breathing too fast. I'm panicking. I'm screaming but the sound of the water overpowers my voice. I am expecting at any moment for the water to take me, to spin me, to throw me, to kill me. Suddenly the water slows and stops. Several feet of water falls straight down on us, soaking us, but quickly flows off the edge of the iceberg and downward. We stand up and look at each other. Then look down to New York City.
We are making our way back down the iceberg. Sliding on the new layer of ice. Creeping slowly downward. The city is in ruins. Buildings are gutted, all the windows broken. Water covers the streets where debris and bodies float. The three of us are silent. We haven't said a word yet. The iceberg we are on is now touching land. We come to the bottom and step off onto a hill. Most of the city has only 2 or 3 feet of water covering it. We can wade through. As I turn to look in front of me, I see my husband struggling against debris and trying to get to me. I run to him and we hold each other. He looks me in the eyes and says, "nothing is the same."
gap in the dream
My husband is driving us through the city on whatever roads we can find that are clear with low water. There aren't many people left alive. We are searching for a bridge or tunnel to get us out of the city. There is no reason to stay. We come to a road with several tunnels leading out of the city. The first is blocked. The second is blocked. So is the third. Then there is a dip in the road. We don't know how deep the water is. We have an SUV, we can probably make it. He backs the car up to give us a running start then accelerates quickly. Halfway through the dip the car slows, pushing against the water. We barely make it to the other side. The next tunnel is open and dry. We turn into it.
I'm in New York City, visiting my husband. He works there now, in some building. I'm touring around the city with two of his coworkers that I hadn't met before. In recent years, two huge icebergs have floated their way down and are now nearly against the city. Both are taller than the Empire State Building. Most of the people and companies have moved away, scared of the icebergs and the danger they pose. We are walking up one, allowed to do so. It's become an attraction. Cars are not allowed but there is a path as wide as a road packed down that winds its way up. We have been climbing for an hour or so, our backs to the city, and the path is about to turn onto the backside of the iceberg. We pause to turn around and look at the city. It's beautifully peaceful from up here with a great view of the other iceberg. We are standing, looking, quiet and motionless.
They are pointing at the other iceberg, telling me about it. Telling me that it's dangerous. Just as they say this, it breaks. The entire front of the iceberg crumbles and slams into the water. The sound reaches us, cracking and booming, as a wall of water shoots up into the sky forming a wave almost as tall as the iceberg itself. Well above the height of most buildings. I scream, "run!!" planning to get around to the backside of the iceberg we are on. "No!" says one of men, "take cover!!!" We run over to the bottom of a small ledge and crouch down, hoping to be shielded. I get it. The water should go right over us, like an airstream going over a car where if people were sitting behind the car on the ground they wouldn't feel the wind. The water is coming fast and the sound is deafening. The iceberg trembles, popping and cracking. I am hyperventilating, trying to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as I can, waiting for water to fall over the small ledge and hit me. Thoughts of my husband race through my mind. Where is he? Could he be dead? He's probably dead, he died, I'm alone, I'm lost. It is here. The wall of water rushes over us, somehow moving too fast to fall on us. Clear water is flowing over our heads. I'm still breathing too fast. I'm panicking. I'm screaming but the sound of the water overpowers my voice. I am expecting at any moment for the water to take me, to spin me, to throw me, to kill me. Suddenly the water slows and stops. Several feet of water falls straight down on us, soaking us, but quickly flows off the edge of the iceberg and downward. We stand up and look at each other. Then look down to New York City.
We are making our way back down the iceberg. Sliding on the new layer of ice. Creeping slowly downward. The city is in ruins. Buildings are gutted, all the windows broken. Water covers the streets where debris and bodies float. The three of us are silent. We haven't said a word yet. The iceberg we are on is now touching land. We come to the bottom and step off onto a hill. Most of the city has only 2 or 3 feet of water covering it. We can wade through. As I turn to look in front of me, I see my husband struggling against debris and trying to get to me. I run to him and we hold each other. He looks me in the eyes and says, "nothing is the same."
gap in the dream
My husband is driving us through the city on whatever roads we can find that are clear with low water. There aren't many people left alive. We are searching for a bridge or tunnel to get us out of the city. There is no reason to stay. We come to a road with several tunnels leading out of the city. The first is blocked. The second is blocked. So is the third. Then there is a dip in the road. We don't know how deep the water is. We have an SUV, we can probably make it. He backs the car up to give us a running start then accelerates quickly. Halfway through the dip the car slows, pushing against the water. We barely make it to the other side. The next tunnel is open and dry. We turn into it.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
No Escape
Night of August 6th, 2011
I walk out of the house. We finally made it! The little girl is safe. So is her father. We are walking away when a car pulls in front of us into the driveway of the house next door. Black SUV with white trim. A man in a black suit wearing sunglasses steps out. No.. no no no, we won, we got out, why is he still here?! The father charges him. I scream at him "NO!!!!" but there's nothing I can do. I curl down and shield the daughter's eyes. The man raises his pistol and calmly, emotionless, shoots the father in the chest. The daughter and I jump at the sound. The father has a look of shock and collapses. Blood flowing down the driveway and pieces of his flesh blown behind him. I grab the girl by the wrist and we somehow make it behind the SUV without getting shot at. Maybe the man in the suit wants the girl alive? He must. We run into the house. The girl flails her arm and breaks my grip, and runs off. I call for her, chasing her. I turn down a hallway and there is another man. Very dark grey trenchcoat, matching pants, matching gloves, matching hat, matching boots, and sunglasses. His hands are in his pockets. He doesn't move. I spin around and run the other way as fast as I can. I see the girl hiding in a bathroom, tucked in between the toilet and the shower. I pick her up and tell her to go out the window. I step into the shower and hold her up. The window isn't open far enough. I put her down and open it fully. There is a mess of spider webs and sticks and thorny branches to get through. I pick her up again, lifting her to the window. She pulls her hands back and looks at me, scared. I tell her "Crawl through, or die." She goes through, whimpering, and I watch her hit the ground. She gets up and runs. "WAIT!!" I pull myself up and kick my feet, sliding through and hitting the ground hard. I run the direction she did, around the side of the house. As I come around the corner, the man in the trenchcoat is standing in the yard. He is walking toward me. Quickly. I open a door on the side of the house, and slam it behind me just in time.
Gap in dream
I've worked out that time works differently between the house and theoutside. The man in the trenchcoat is the same man, but he is both inside and outside. The little girl and I must keep going between the two in order to stay away from him. I tell her to jump from the banister upstairs to the ledge under another window. She must get out onto the roof now. She makes the jump, steps outside, and out of view just as the trenchcoat man finds us again. No time for me to jump. I run down the hall and into a room where there is another man. An asian man. Short black hair. White t-shirt. He is sweating and shaking, standing in front of the open window. The sun is setting. As I take a few steps into the room, he turns to look at me. He shakes his head no. I can see out the window into the driveway. The black SUV with white trim. And the man in the suit... holding an enormous weapon. He fires it. I hit the floor. The asian man's leg is blown off. Blood and flesh and bone splatter the room and myself. He is screaming in agony but somehow still standing upright. He can't move. I scramble out of the room and peek back around the corner. I notice he is holding an RPG. Blood still pouring from his severed leg, he raises it and aims it at his own head. He yells fiercely. I cover my eyes and turn my head out of the room just as he fires it. BOOM. The house shakes. I am horrified and shaking, crying. I hear a footstep and look up. The man in the trenchcoat. He has blood all over him, soaking through his clothes, his footsteps leave traces of blood. He is holding the little girl. She is limp. She is completely mutilated. I can't even form words. I sit there, gasping, my entire body trembling uncontrollably, trying to reach a hand up to her. The man in the trenchcoat smiles.
I walk out of the house. We finally made it! The little girl is safe. So is her father. We are walking away when a car pulls in front of us into the driveway of the house next door. Black SUV with white trim. A man in a black suit wearing sunglasses steps out. No.. no no no, we won, we got out, why is he still here?! The father charges him. I scream at him "NO!!!!" but there's nothing I can do. I curl down and shield the daughter's eyes. The man raises his pistol and calmly, emotionless, shoots the father in the chest. The daughter and I jump at the sound. The father has a look of shock and collapses. Blood flowing down the driveway and pieces of his flesh blown behind him. I grab the girl by the wrist and we somehow make it behind the SUV without getting shot at. Maybe the man in the suit wants the girl alive? He must. We run into the house. The girl flails her arm and breaks my grip, and runs off. I call for her, chasing her. I turn down a hallway and there is another man. Very dark grey trenchcoat, matching pants, matching gloves, matching hat, matching boots, and sunglasses. His hands are in his pockets. He doesn't move. I spin around and run the other way as fast as I can. I see the girl hiding in a bathroom, tucked in between the toilet and the shower. I pick her up and tell her to go out the window. I step into the shower and hold her up. The window isn't open far enough. I put her down and open it fully. There is a mess of spider webs and sticks and thorny branches to get through. I pick her up again, lifting her to the window. She pulls her hands back and looks at me, scared. I tell her "Crawl through, or die." She goes through, whimpering, and I watch her hit the ground. She gets up and runs. "WAIT!!" I pull myself up and kick my feet, sliding through and hitting the ground hard. I run the direction she did, around the side of the house. As I come around the corner, the man in the trenchcoat is standing in the yard. He is walking toward me. Quickly. I open a door on the side of the house, and slam it behind me just in time.
Gap in dream
I've worked out that time works differently between the house and theoutside. The man in the trenchcoat is the same man, but he is both inside and outside. The little girl and I must keep going between the two in order to stay away from him. I tell her to jump from the banister upstairs to the ledge under another window. She must get out onto the roof now. She makes the jump, steps outside, and out of view just as the trenchcoat man finds us again. No time for me to jump. I run down the hall and into a room where there is another man. An asian man. Short black hair. White t-shirt. He is sweating and shaking, standing in front of the open window. The sun is setting. As I take a few steps into the room, he turns to look at me. He shakes his head no. I can see out the window into the driveway. The black SUV with white trim. And the man in the suit... holding an enormous weapon. He fires it. I hit the floor. The asian man's leg is blown off. Blood and flesh and bone splatter the room and myself. He is screaming in agony but somehow still standing upright. He can't move. I scramble out of the room and peek back around the corner. I notice he is holding an RPG. Blood still pouring from his severed leg, he raises it and aims it at his own head. He yells fiercely. I cover my eyes and turn my head out of the room just as he fires it. BOOM. The house shakes. I am horrified and shaking, crying. I hear a footstep and look up. The man in the trenchcoat. He has blood all over him, soaking through his clothes, his footsteps leave traces of blood. He is holding the little girl. She is limp. She is completely mutilated. I can't even form words. I sit there, gasping, my entire body trembling uncontrollably, trying to reach a hand up to her. The man in the trenchcoat smiles.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Animal Dreams
Night of June 8th
Animal Battles
I am at a zoo. Currently by myself, but I know I have friends around somewhere. I am looking into an enormous enclosure like you see for elephants. There are a couple bare trees and the ground is packed dirt. There is a single animal standing in the middle. No wonder the enclosure is so big, the animal is massive. It is a Texas longhorn. Completely white in color. Its horns went diagonally backwards toward its rear, sticking out father from its body the further back they went. They had horizontal stripes that were red, and the horns came to a very sharp point at the end.
As I am watching it standing there doing nothing, a blur of golden brown charges the longhorn. It is a bear, almost as big as the cow. It slams into the neck of the longhorn and nearly knocks it over. The longhorn bellows and smashes its head into the bear, who went flying backwards. The bear gets up and lumbers back to the longhorn, as the longhorn lowers its head and paws the dirt. The bear rears up to swipe at the longhorn as it charges. The bear flies back again, and gets up even more slowly.
One of my friends runs up to me, panting. "You gotta come here, right now!! The other battle is WAY better! Come on!!!!!" So we run from the longhorn and bear and into a large building, a giant arena that would rival the size of the Colosseum. The lighting is dim. I hear and feel a rush of air above me. As I look up, I see a dragon. It lands on the ground and breathes fire into the space above it. I follow the fire to see what it is aiming at. There is a huge great white shark, encased in a globe of water. The water is flowing and swirling and rippling around it. The shark and dragon battle was indeed more exciting than a cow and a bear.
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Bareback
I am in a small grassy paddock. A dirt trail has been trampled around the border of the white fence. There is a big tree in the middle, tall, and its branches stretch far away from its truck into the sky and out nearly to the fence. It is trimmed neatly with no low branches to impede movement beneath it. There is a beautiful reddish chestnut horse, at least 18hh. He has a faded light gray halter on, but no saddle or any other tack. There are two people with me, a young teenage boy and a little girl. I grab a handful of the horse's mane and jump onto his back. I sit with my legs just behind his powerful shoulders. I click to him and give a slight squeeze with my legs. He breaks into a trot and as I lean into him he goes straight into a gallop. He ran so fast tears were pulled from my eyes. It was a smooth ride, never a stumble, and his gait was flawless. We flew around the paddock and I slowed him to a walk as we approached the two kids.
"See, it's easy! He's a good boy," I told the girl as I scratched the horse on the side of his neck. She smiled and looked at her feet. I asked her if she would like to try now. Head still bowed, she raised her eyes to look at me. I knew she wanted to. I lifted her up and told her how to position herself and how to guide the horse. First lesson in bareback riding. When she seemed comfortable I told her to go. Off she went, her black hair bouncing gently as the horse ran. The sound of hooves lessened and gradually become louder again. As they came to a stop in front of me, the girl was all smiles.
Animal Battles
I am at a zoo. Currently by myself, but I know I have friends around somewhere. I am looking into an enormous enclosure like you see for elephants. There are a couple bare trees and the ground is packed dirt. There is a single animal standing in the middle. No wonder the enclosure is so big, the animal is massive. It is a Texas longhorn. Completely white in color. Its horns went diagonally backwards toward its rear, sticking out father from its body the further back they went. They had horizontal stripes that were red, and the horns came to a very sharp point at the end.
As I am watching it standing there doing nothing, a blur of golden brown charges the longhorn. It is a bear, almost as big as the cow. It slams into the neck of the longhorn and nearly knocks it over. The longhorn bellows and smashes its head into the bear, who went flying backwards. The bear gets up and lumbers back to the longhorn, as the longhorn lowers its head and paws the dirt. The bear rears up to swipe at the longhorn as it charges. The bear flies back again, and gets up even more slowly.
One of my friends runs up to me, panting. "You gotta come here, right now!! The other battle is WAY better! Come on!!!!!" So we run from the longhorn and bear and into a large building, a giant arena that would rival the size of the Colosseum. The lighting is dim. I hear and feel a rush of air above me. As I look up, I see a dragon. It lands on the ground and breathes fire into the space above it. I follow the fire to see what it is aiming at. There is a huge great white shark, encased in a globe of water. The water is flowing and swirling and rippling around it. The shark and dragon battle was indeed more exciting than a cow and a bear.
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Bareback
I am in a small grassy paddock. A dirt trail has been trampled around the border of the white fence. There is a big tree in the middle, tall, and its branches stretch far away from its truck into the sky and out nearly to the fence. It is trimmed neatly with no low branches to impede movement beneath it. There is a beautiful reddish chestnut horse, at least 18hh. He has a faded light gray halter on, but no saddle or any other tack. There are two people with me, a young teenage boy and a little girl. I grab a handful of the horse's mane and jump onto his back. I sit with my legs just behind his powerful shoulders. I click to him and give a slight squeeze with my legs. He breaks into a trot and as I lean into him he goes straight into a gallop. He ran so fast tears were pulled from my eyes. It was a smooth ride, never a stumble, and his gait was flawless. We flew around the paddock and I slowed him to a walk as we approached the two kids.
"See, it's easy! He's a good boy," I told the girl as I scratched the horse on the side of his neck. She smiled and looked at her feet. I asked her if she would like to try now. Head still bowed, she raised her eyes to look at me. I knew she wanted to. I lifted her up and told her how to position herself and how to guide the horse. First lesson in bareback riding. When she seemed comfortable I told her to go. Off she went, her black hair bouncing gently as the horse ran. The sound of hooves lessened and gradually become louder again. As they came to a stop in front of me, the girl was all smiles.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
High School
Night of June 1st
I'm in high school. It's a made up building, but I've been there several times in my dreams. Usually I get lost in the massive building, struggle to find my classes, forget to go to some, and feel very confused. This time I go through a whole day of classes without incident. I am waiting for my older brother in our usual meet spot when I see a friend looking sad. He's a little person. Sitting by himself. He's on the second floor of the building, on a ledge overlooking the front doors from the side. The entire entrance is huge windows, and the ledge has glass walls as well. I go up the elevator that's right there to sit with him and ask him "What's up?" He had a rough day. I'm comforting him, assuring him that I am his friend. 3 younger boys come to the ledge and tell me to move out of the way. I stand up and grab the oldest by the arm, twisting it hard as I shove him away. He falls over. "Leave him alone," I say sternly. They leave. I sit down again and hug my friend. "I got your back" and smile at him. I told him I should go meet my brother. As I walked off I heard a gut wrenching sound. Gunshots. Fully automatic weapon. Right at the crowded entrance of the school where everyone is trying to leave. There are 2 long bursts. A single scream pierces through the school. My heart is racing and I call 911.
911, what's your emergency?
I think someone's shooting people at the high school.
Excuse me?
I heard gunshots, and a girl screamed!
Do you want me to send a patrol car?
Please. At least one.
They're on the way.
And I hung up. The school is 3 stories tall, I had to make sure everyone knew. As I got back in the elevator I saw a guy walking around the corner below me and the barrel of a gun. The doors closed before I could see who. As I got off the elevator there was a group of people all trying to call 911. It wouldn't go through, everyone's phone just beeped. Our heads snapped around as we heard more gunfire on the second floor. More screams. Screams cut short. People panicked and scattered, looking for places to hide. Nobody was willing to go near the exposed stairs or down the elevator where he could be waiting. We were trapped. Terrified. The lights started turning off. I went into a lounge area where there were several very long couches with big pillows, and high tables with chairs. Students often came here to study and do group projects. I found a good friend and we went to a couch. I tried to curl up in the corner of it. He sat next to me, and as I heard heavy footsteps approaching I quickly placed a giant pillow in front of him to help hide him. From my side I saw the shooter. Big black boots. Black trench coat. Black pants and shirt. Heavy black gloves. Hair spiked. I have seen him around in the hallways. That very day I'd seen him lean down and retie his boot. He stopped walking and the room was completely silent.
He took aim at someone on the other side of the room. I quickly slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. The sound of the buttons caught his attention. He came over and grabbed my phone as it beeped. It didn't go through. He grunted and stepped back about 5 steps. He took aim. My eyes focused directly down the barrel. *click*. He was out of ammo. He kneeled down in the same way as he had to tie his boot. Only this time he pulled out a pistol. Stupid girl, I should have realized he wasn't tying his boot earlier. They didn't have laces. He was adjusting the pistol. He took a clip out of his pocket and began to insert it as he stood up. Before he could stand, I was on him. I sprang from the couch and jumped on him, knocking the pistol to the ground before he could load the clip. I managed to wrestle the larger weapon away. As soon as I had it, the dream jumped.
I was outside the building. Police cars were everywhere. I was walking to where the car was parked, and called my brother. He had left. I never came to the car, so he left. He left before the shooting started. As I was talking to him another friend came up and put his arm around me. He said he'd give me a ride home. I told my brother and hung up.
We drove to another school area first to talk, I think it was at another school. He saw people he knew so I told him I'd meet him at the building. I walked into a building and quickly realized it was a boys dorm. Oops. As I walked out the friend that had driven me saw me and we went into another small building. As we walked down a short flight of stairs to another lounge I was telling him how I jumped on the shooter. Two teachers from my school overheard. I hugged my friend. And then I woke up.
I'm in high school. It's a made up building, but I've been there several times in my dreams. Usually I get lost in the massive building, struggle to find my classes, forget to go to some, and feel very confused. This time I go through a whole day of classes without incident. I am waiting for my older brother in our usual meet spot when I see a friend looking sad. He's a little person. Sitting by himself. He's on the second floor of the building, on a ledge overlooking the front doors from the side. The entire entrance is huge windows, and the ledge has glass walls as well. I go up the elevator that's right there to sit with him and ask him "What's up?" He had a rough day. I'm comforting him, assuring him that I am his friend. 3 younger boys come to the ledge and tell me to move out of the way. I stand up and grab the oldest by the arm, twisting it hard as I shove him away. He falls over. "Leave him alone," I say sternly. They leave. I sit down again and hug my friend. "I got your back" and smile at him. I told him I should go meet my brother. As I walked off I heard a gut wrenching sound. Gunshots. Fully automatic weapon. Right at the crowded entrance of the school where everyone is trying to leave. There are 2 long bursts. A single scream pierces through the school. My heart is racing and I call 911.
911, what's your emergency?
I think someone's shooting people at the high school.
Excuse me?
I heard gunshots, and a girl screamed!
Do you want me to send a patrol car?
Please. At least one.
They're on the way.
And I hung up. The school is 3 stories tall, I had to make sure everyone knew. As I got back in the elevator I saw a guy walking around the corner below me and the barrel of a gun. The doors closed before I could see who. As I got off the elevator there was a group of people all trying to call 911. It wouldn't go through, everyone's phone just beeped. Our heads snapped around as we heard more gunfire on the second floor. More screams. Screams cut short. People panicked and scattered, looking for places to hide. Nobody was willing to go near the exposed stairs or down the elevator where he could be waiting. We were trapped. Terrified. The lights started turning off. I went into a lounge area where there were several very long couches with big pillows, and high tables with chairs. Students often came here to study and do group projects. I found a good friend and we went to a couch. I tried to curl up in the corner of it. He sat next to me, and as I heard heavy footsteps approaching I quickly placed a giant pillow in front of him to help hide him. From my side I saw the shooter. Big black boots. Black trench coat. Black pants and shirt. Heavy black gloves. Hair spiked. I have seen him around in the hallways. That very day I'd seen him lean down and retie his boot. He stopped walking and the room was completely silent.
He took aim at someone on the other side of the room. I quickly slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. The sound of the buttons caught his attention. He came over and grabbed my phone as it beeped. It didn't go through. He grunted and stepped back about 5 steps. He took aim. My eyes focused directly down the barrel. *click*. He was out of ammo. He kneeled down in the same way as he had to tie his boot. Only this time he pulled out a pistol. Stupid girl, I should have realized he wasn't tying his boot earlier. They didn't have laces. He was adjusting the pistol. He took a clip out of his pocket and began to insert it as he stood up. Before he could stand, I was on him. I sprang from the couch and jumped on him, knocking the pistol to the ground before he could load the clip. I managed to wrestle the larger weapon away. As soon as I had it, the dream jumped.
I was outside the building. Police cars were everywhere. I was walking to where the car was parked, and called my brother. He had left. I never came to the car, so he left. He left before the shooting started. As I was talking to him another friend came up and put his arm around me. He said he'd give me a ride home. I told my brother and hung up.
We drove to another school area first to talk, I think it was at another school. He saw people he knew so I told him I'd meet him at the building. I walked into a building and quickly realized it was a boys dorm. Oops. As I walked out the friend that had driven me saw me and we went into another small building. As we walked down a short flight of stairs to another lounge I was telling him how I jumped on the shooter. Two teachers from my school overheard. I hugged my friend. And then I woke up.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
City
Couple weeks ago
I open my eyes. I am laying on my stomach on the floor. Offwhite carpet. The front door is behind my feet. I am facing a room on the right. The door is open. A man is sitting at a desk facing away from me, using a computer. He's wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I silently lift my head to look around. Oh right. I was stolen. I really need to leave. I push myself up and get my feet under me and make a dash for the bathroom. As soon as I move the guy spins around and leaps out of his chair. Only a few steps to the bathroom, I can make it. I slam the door just before he can reach me. It won't lock. There is no lock!! It's a bathroom, why is there no lock?! He's slamming into the door and trying to open it. My hands can't keep the knob from turning. He stops for a moment. Now or never. I jump into the tub to open the window above. It slides open and I hear the man slam into the door. I pull myself up and barely squeeze out through the gap. The door slams open as I kick and wiggle out. I fall to the ground but quickly get my feet under me again. He will try to find me. I need to start running.
I had been in an apartment apparently. Buildings everywhere. I saw a way out of the maze. I ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could and I just kept running towards the city. There were skyscrapers with windows lit up and shops turning their lights on as the sun lowered. I found the ocean. The city was built around the three sides of an artificial cove. Three sides surrounded by buildings, a giant city, the fourth side water gently rippled in from the ocean where the sun was setting. I turned and kept running and trying to find someone. But there were no people. I needed someone, anyone!
My lungs are burning. My legs are numb. I can't breathe anymore. I can't keep running. There! A shadow in the window, a silhouette behind the blinds in another apartment complex. I knock on the door. It opens and two men are standing there, one at the door, the other just behind him. The one at the door is tall. His hair is dark, his eyes are dark, he has a goatee. He smiles. Not a happy smile. A smile that tells me he's one of the bad guys. Fuck. He swings at me and I black out.
I wake up on the floor again. Another apartment. The one I just knocked on the door of? Maybe. Probably. I don't know. But this time there are several men there. They are silent. A few are watching me. I am sore. There is blood on my hands and arm. I lift it and sit up slightly. Blood everywhere. My own blood. On my face, my arms, my shirt, my pants. My shoes are gone. My head is pounding. I am so sore and tired. I'm exhausted. I can't stop though or they will kill me. They watch me, laughing, as I army crawl to the nearest room. Another bathroom. I kick the wood door shut. This one locks. The tile floor is cold. I can't catch my breath. I'm breathing so hard. My body starts shaking. My head is pounding. I start crying. I want to give up. If they rape me and kill me it will be over. No reason to fight anymore. Just let it happen. Be done. Give up. Then the pain will stop. The fear goes away. No more suffering. No more bleeding. No more. I'm done.
No. I have to fight! I cry out and force myself to stand up. The men start trying to break the door down. It's cracking and splintering. The window is higher up and smaller than in the first bathroom. And it's stuck. I can't get a good grip on it. Too much blood on my hands. My panic level increases. I need to open the fucking window. It's my only way out. I'm crying, screaming. Bloody handprints are smeared across the window. I push with all I have left in me. It budges. I move my fingers over and pull. Sharp pulls, each one opening the window just a little more. The door is failing. A heavy boot smashes through. I need to get out NOW. I punch the screen out and try to climb up. I don't think I can fit. I get my arms up and my feet climb the wall to push my upper body out. Arms wrap around the outside. I turn sideways and force myself through. The window pane scrapes on my stomach. I somehow wiggle out. I can't run anymore. I need to. I'm on the other side of the cove from where I started. I will swim. Maybe they won't follow me into the water.
This is where the dream gets dumb and *really* random.
There are sharks here. I know there are. The sun has just gone down. The waves are bigger than earlier but still small though they aren't coming from the ocean, but from the direction of the city. Backwards. A large wave is coming. It crashes and fizzles into sizzling foam. A line of people with surfboards is standing there. I can touch the bottom? I can. I stand up. They are walking towards me. I notice that their boards are chewed up. Bites taken out. These are dead surfers. They are soggy, missing limbs, pale. I'm not afraid of them. One hands me a body board and we all start paddling toward the city, against the waves.
The waves switch direction suddenly and we are pushed in. I stand up again. The sun is rising. Light glowing through the skyscrapers. The waves are getting bigger. There are people surfing. The dead ones just watch. Then a big wave breaks and slams down one of the alive surfers. He was too close to shore. His head broke. His arm came off. He was on his stomach, dead man float. Nobody alive noticed. The dead surfers started wading over to him.
Then the bad guys found me again. I got out of the water and started climbing a rectangular pillar of a building. It was a tower. There were several and I jumped from one to the next towards the building itself. The dead surfers stood and watched. One bad guy is chasing me. Gaining on me. I make it to the building and jump down onto a curved ledge. There are several shallow U-shaped ledges. I jump down, down, down. I finally can't go down any more and the bad guy is still moving in. I jump for the water from about 50 feet up. I land gently and gracefully in the water and move away. The bad guy jumps. He hits hard and screams in pain. The dead surfers attack him and rip him apart. His screams turn to gurgles. I don't know where the other bad guys went. I'm still scared.
When I woke up I was confused and really grossed out by the final scene. Then I remembered the entire first part and couldn't stop crying. I wanted to die, to be raped, just so it would end.
I open my eyes. I am laying on my stomach on the floor. Offwhite carpet. The front door is behind my feet. I am facing a room on the right. The door is open. A man is sitting at a desk facing away from me, using a computer. He's wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I silently lift my head to look around. Oh right. I was stolen. I really need to leave. I push myself up and get my feet under me and make a dash for the bathroom. As soon as I move the guy spins around and leaps out of his chair. Only a few steps to the bathroom, I can make it. I slam the door just before he can reach me. It won't lock. There is no lock!! It's a bathroom, why is there no lock?! He's slamming into the door and trying to open it. My hands can't keep the knob from turning. He stops for a moment. Now or never. I jump into the tub to open the window above. It slides open and I hear the man slam into the door. I pull myself up and barely squeeze out through the gap. The door slams open as I kick and wiggle out. I fall to the ground but quickly get my feet under me again. He will try to find me. I need to start running.
I had been in an apartment apparently. Buildings everywhere. I saw a way out of the maze. I ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could and I just kept running towards the city. There were skyscrapers with windows lit up and shops turning their lights on as the sun lowered. I found the ocean. The city was built around the three sides of an artificial cove. Three sides surrounded by buildings, a giant city, the fourth side water gently rippled in from the ocean where the sun was setting. I turned and kept running and trying to find someone. But there were no people. I needed someone, anyone!
My lungs are burning. My legs are numb. I can't breathe anymore. I can't keep running. There! A shadow in the window, a silhouette behind the blinds in another apartment complex. I knock on the door. It opens and two men are standing there, one at the door, the other just behind him. The one at the door is tall. His hair is dark, his eyes are dark, he has a goatee. He smiles. Not a happy smile. A smile that tells me he's one of the bad guys. Fuck. He swings at me and I black out.
I wake up on the floor again. Another apartment. The one I just knocked on the door of? Maybe. Probably. I don't know. But this time there are several men there. They are silent. A few are watching me. I am sore. There is blood on my hands and arm. I lift it and sit up slightly. Blood everywhere. My own blood. On my face, my arms, my shirt, my pants. My shoes are gone. My head is pounding. I am so sore and tired. I'm exhausted. I can't stop though or they will kill me. They watch me, laughing, as I army crawl to the nearest room. Another bathroom. I kick the wood door shut. This one locks. The tile floor is cold. I can't catch my breath. I'm breathing so hard. My body starts shaking. My head is pounding. I start crying. I want to give up. If they rape me and kill me it will be over. No reason to fight anymore. Just let it happen. Be done. Give up. Then the pain will stop. The fear goes away. No more suffering. No more bleeding. No more. I'm done.
No. I have to fight! I cry out and force myself to stand up. The men start trying to break the door down. It's cracking and splintering. The window is higher up and smaller than in the first bathroom. And it's stuck. I can't get a good grip on it. Too much blood on my hands. My panic level increases. I need to open the fucking window. It's my only way out. I'm crying, screaming. Bloody handprints are smeared across the window. I push with all I have left in me. It budges. I move my fingers over and pull. Sharp pulls, each one opening the window just a little more. The door is failing. A heavy boot smashes through. I need to get out NOW. I punch the screen out and try to climb up. I don't think I can fit. I get my arms up and my feet climb the wall to push my upper body out. Arms wrap around the outside. I turn sideways and force myself through. The window pane scrapes on my stomach. I somehow wiggle out. I can't run anymore. I need to. I'm on the other side of the cove from where I started. I will swim. Maybe they won't follow me into the water.
This is where the dream gets dumb and *really* random.
There are sharks here. I know there are. The sun has just gone down. The waves are bigger than earlier but still small though they aren't coming from the ocean, but from the direction of the city. Backwards. A large wave is coming. It crashes and fizzles into sizzling foam. A line of people with surfboards is standing there. I can touch the bottom? I can. I stand up. They are walking towards me. I notice that their boards are chewed up. Bites taken out. These are dead surfers. They are soggy, missing limbs, pale. I'm not afraid of them. One hands me a body board and we all start paddling toward the city, against the waves.
The waves switch direction suddenly and we are pushed in. I stand up again. The sun is rising. Light glowing through the skyscrapers. The waves are getting bigger. There are people surfing. The dead ones just watch. Then a big wave breaks and slams down one of the alive surfers. He was too close to shore. His head broke. His arm came off. He was on his stomach, dead man float. Nobody alive noticed. The dead surfers started wading over to him.
Then the bad guys found me again. I got out of the water and started climbing a rectangular pillar of a building. It was a tower. There were several and I jumped from one to the next towards the building itself. The dead surfers stood and watched. One bad guy is chasing me. Gaining on me. I make it to the building and jump down onto a curved ledge. There are several shallow U-shaped ledges. I jump down, down, down. I finally can't go down any more and the bad guy is still moving in. I jump for the water from about 50 feet up. I land gently and gracefully in the water and move away. The bad guy jumps. He hits hard and screams in pain. The dead surfers attack him and rip him apart. His screams turn to gurgles. I don't know where the other bad guys went. I'm still scared.
When I woke up I was confused and really grossed out by the final scene. Then I remembered the entire first part and couldn't stop crying. I wanted to die, to be raped, just so it would end.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Animal
Late spring of 2006
It's night and I'm in a forest. The moon is full. Deep snow covers the ground and clings to the tall pines trees. It is still snowing heavily and I can't see very far ahead. It's completely silent apart from the snow crunching softly under my feet- my paws? I am a mountain lion, my paws sinking into the snow. There are two small cubs. They are so young their eyes are barely open. They are crying for me. They are freezing. I am carrying one gently in my mouth, leaving the other behind for a moment. I walk down a slight hill and place the cub under a shrub. The branches are holding the snow up and the ground underneath is dry. I'll be right back. I go for the other cub now. Up the little hill. It is laying on the snow, too light to sink down. It is barely alive. I pick it up, snow falling off it as I do, and walk to the edge of the hill. It's not going to make it. I know it's not. It is breathing so shallow and is going to die. It is weak. I throw it down harshly. It cries. The snow turns red. My claws dig in, my teeth shred and rip. Done. I go to the other cub, blood still dripping from my face. I bring it out and do the same as I did to the first cub. Done. I stand there panting for a moment. Then I leave them and continue walking through the blizzard on my own.
It's night and I'm in a forest. The moon is full. Deep snow covers the ground and clings to the tall pines trees. It is still snowing heavily and I can't see very far ahead. It's completely silent apart from the snow crunching softly under my feet- my paws? I am a mountain lion, my paws sinking into the snow. There are two small cubs. They are so young their eyes are barely open. They are crying for me. They are freezing. I am carrying one gently in my mouth, leaving the other behind for a moment. I walk down a slight hill and place the cub under a shrub. The branches are holding the snow up and the ground underneath is dry. I'll be right back. I go for the other cub now. Up the little hill. It is laying on the snow, too light to sink down. It is barely alive. I pick it up, snow falling off it as I do, and walk to the edge of the hill. It's not going to make it. I know it's not. It is breathing so shallow and is going to die. It is weak. I throw it down harshly. It cries. The snow turns red. My claws dig in, my teeth shred and rip. Done. I go to the other cub, blood still dripping from my face. I bring it out and do the same as I did to the first cub. Done. I stand there panting for a moment. Then I leave them and continue walking through the blizzard on my own.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Solar Flare
Night of 2/8/11
We are in a house. It’s a big house with lots of windows. I am there with my younger brother, David, and my dog, Denali. The world is ending. It’s like the movie "Knowing" where [spoilers] there is going to be a giant solar flare that will blast away the ozone layer and kill everyone. Just as in the movie, the radiation will reach as deep as a mile below the earth's crust. There is nowhere to go. I don’t know where anyone is. David is laying on the couch, watching tv. The president and those higher up in the government are going to an underground bunker, 2 miles below the surface. I wonder what the point is. I would rather be blasted away than live underground and eventually die of dehydration or starvation or who knows what.
The sky is a weird color. Amber, golden. It looks like sunrise. I go in the basement and sit on a recliner chair. I pull my legs up and hold my knees my chest. What is dying like? It’s getting hot. I can feel my skin burning. Exactly like getting a sunburn. I realize Denali is upstairs. How could I have left her? I run up the stairs. She is lying by the back door, curled up, looking outside. “Nali!” I call to her. She trots up to me and I kneel down to pet her and look in her brown eyes. She doesn’t seem worried. She has no idea. I ask David if he wants to come to the basement. He leans up from the couch, his skin reddening. “No, it doesn’t make a difference. I kinda want to watch it happen.” The television is bars of color, getting more distorted by the second. I pick up Denali. She puts her head against my neck. There is a glow on the horizon. David stands up and moves toward a window. I hold Denali firmly and start to cry. My heart starts pounding and my adrenaline shoots through the roof as the glow gets brighter and brighter, blazing amber colored with streaks of gold and orange in the sky. My skin feels like it is on fire, it’s so red and starting to blister. It’s time. I shut my eyes at the last second.
We are in a house. It’s a big house with lots of windows. I am there with my younger brother, David, and my dog, Denali. The world is ending. It’s like the movie "Knowing" where [spoilers] there is going to be a giant solar flare that will blast away the ozone layer and kill everyone. Just as in the movie, the radiation will reach as deep as a mile below the earth's crust. There is nowhere to go. I don’t know where anyone is. David is laying on the couch, watching tv. The president and those higher up in the government are going to an underground bunker, 2 miles below the surface. I wonder what the point is. I would rather be blasted away than live underground and eventually die of dehydration or starvation or who knows what.
The sky is a weird color. Amber, golden. It looks like sunrise. I go in the basement and sit on a recliner chair. I pull my legs up and hold my knees my chest. What is dying like? It’s getting hot. I can feel my skin burning. Exactly like getting a sunburn. I realize Denali is upstairs. How could I have left her? I run up the stairs. She is lying by the back door, curled up, looking outside. “Nali!” I call to her. She trots up to me and I kneel down to pet her and look in her brown eyes. She doesn’t seem worried. She has no idea. I ask David if he wants to come to the basement. He leans up from the couch, his skin reddening. “No, it doesn’t make a difference. I kinda want to watch it happen.” The television is bars of color, getting more distorted by the second. I pick up Denali. She puts her head against my neck. There is a glow on the horizon. David stands up and moves toward a window. I hold Denali firmly and start to cry. My heart starts pounding and my adrenaline shoots through the roof as the glow gets brighter and brighter, blazing amber colored with streaks of gold and orange in the sky. My skin feels like it is on fire, it’s so red and starting to blister. It’s time. I shut my eyes at the last second.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Train
I don't remember when this dream occurred, sometime in the last year or two.
The city was futuristic. Skyscrapers that reached high into the atmosphere through the clouds, smooth and flowing architecture, and a train that ran vertically. It was like a monorail. I was on the train, headed up. People remained standing or sitting horizontally, their hair hanging down. Those who stood had their feet firmly planted on the floor, hands clutching one of the cold metal poles. Briefcases and belongings were held tight. I was watching the city slide by out the window from my seat.
It was raining heavily outside. The sky was dark and cloudy, lightning flashing here and there and the sound of thunder easily heard through the constant rumbling of the train.
The train was still ascending, higher and higher, when without warning it lost power, the rumbling stopped, all was silent for a fraction of a second, and then it plummeted back down towards the earth. Whatever way that people had been able to remain horizontal failed as well. Everyone went crashing to the back of the cars, some trying desperately to cling to the metal poles or their seats. The train was screeching, dimly lit by emergency lights. Sparks flew by the windows. And people were screaming. Screaming and screaming. I sat silently, watching others, watching the blur of the lights from the skyscrapers, and waiting for the end.
I was sitting only a few seats away from the back of the car, now the end that would hit first. There was a pole in front of me. I somehow managed to stand up and gripped it tightly as I stepped onto my seat, crouching, wondering if there was any way to survive the impact. There were a few cars that would hit the ground first. There was a glimpse of leafy trees, and then the train hit the ground. The bottom cars hit hard and the force shot through the train. People were flung around the car and I somehow managed to keep hold on the metal pole, still crouching on the seat. The cars below crumpled. People and parts of them flew past the windows with chunks of metal, leaving streaks of blood that the rain slowly diluted. Our car was disconnected from the ones below and as it hit against them was positioned to keep its momentum going forward along the ground and still upright.
Our car was the front car now with the others broken away. The glass door at the front of the car was our windshield as we plowed through a park. A bicyclist. A woman pushing stroller. Countless people crushed, blown apart, and smashed by the out of control train. And I had a front row seat. Blood was splattered over every window and I soon could barely see out the front glass. We were finally slowing to a stop. I looked around the car. People were crying. They were screaming not in terror now, but in pain and shock. A few lay limp on the floor in pools of blood. I noticed that parts of the roof were gone, probably stripped away by the metal that had flown by from the other cars. Windows were broken too. The rain was slowly washing the blood away.
The city was futuristic. Skyscrapers that reached high into the atmosphere through the clouds, smooth and flowing architecture, and a train that ran vertically. It was like a monorail. I was on the train, headed up. People remained standing or sitting horizontally, their hair hanging down. Those who stood had their feet firmly planted on the floor, hands clutching one of the cold metal poles. Briefcases and belongings were held tight. I was watching the city slide by out the window from my seat.
It was raining heavily outside. The sky was dark and cloudy, lightning flashing here and there and the sound of thunder easily heard through the constant rumbling of the train.
The train was still ascending, higher and higher, when without warning it lost power, the rumbling stopped, all was silent for a fraction of a second, and then it plummeted back down towards the earth. Whatever way that people had been able to remain horizontal failed as well. Everyone went crashing to the back of the cars, some trying desperately to cling to the metal poles or their seats. The train was screeching, dimly lit by emergency lights. Sparks flew by the windows. And people were screaming. Screaming and screaming. I sat silently, watching others, watching the blur of the lights from the skyscrapers, and waiting for the end.
I was sitting only a few seats away from the back of the car, now the end that would hit first. There was a pole in front of me. I somehow managed to stand up and gripped it tightly as I stepped onto my seat, crouching, wondering if there was any way to survive the impact. There were a few cars that would hit the ground first. There was a glimpse of leafy trees, and then the train hit the ground. The bottom cars hit hard and the force shot through the train. People were flung around the car and I somehow managed to keep hold on the metal pole, still crouching on the seat. The cars below crumpled. People and parts of them flew past the windows with chunks of metal, leaving streaks of blood that the rain slowly diluted. Our car was disconnected from the ones below and as it hit against them was positioned to keep its momentum going forward along the ground and still upright.
Our car was the front car now with the others broken away. The glass door at the front of the car was our windshield as we plowed through a park. A bicyclist. A woman pushing stroller. Countless people crushed, blown apart, and smashed by the out of control train. And I had a front row seat. Blood was splattered over every window and I soon could barely see out the front glass. We were finally slowing to a stop. I looked around the car. People were crying. They were screaming not in terror now, but in pain and shock. A few lay limp on the floor in pools of blood. I noticed that parts of the roof were gone, probably stripped away by the metal that had flown by from the other cars. Windows were broken too. The rain was slowly washing the blood away.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Intrigue, part 2
I got in an empty car, an SUV, that was still running and floored it towards home. It wasn't far. I called my mom on the way. She answered and said if I didn’t have a reason to be there, I should go away. Why was she mad at me? I didn’t know. I saw Intrigue in the front yard and so I ran the car through the neighbor’s fence. I slammed the brakes to a stop right next to the fence of our backyard, jumped out, and hopped over just before my leg would have been grabbed. I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the back door. I got in just in time, slammed the door, and heard my mother in the garage. [Not my real mother, a woman made up in the dream.] I turned the corner, and she looked to be 110 years old, dead eyes staring at me in dark eye circles, pale, wide grin, little hair, and holding an axe. She wasn’t wearing the black hooded cape that the others were. She didn’t say anything and didn't move. She was just smiling. I ran upstairs and she tilted her head, watching me, without changing her expression. I locked myself in a bedroom.
The bed was next to the window. The closet on the left. A dresser on the right. I realized that I could be seen through the window. The blinds were up. And the car headlights were shining in. An Intrigue was wandering towards the car. He was very tall and skinny, bald, long fingers, wearing loose jeans and a shirt that was white with red sleeves, under his cape. His hood was off. I slowly crawled across the bed to reach the blinds. As I reached for the strings, the Intrigue snapped his head my direction. He had seen me. He bounded towards the house as I slammed the blinds shut, trying to think of my next move. Would he lose interest if he couldn’t see me? I saw his shadow through the blinds. He climbed up the roof and snarled as he leaped. The glass shattered. Doublepane windows. He didn’t get in. He slumped on the roof, shook his head, and crawled off back onto the lawn.
Suddenly the room was different. Instantly. There was a crib with a blanket over it. There were drapes and fabric hung everywhere with stars on them. Dark maroon and black fabric with gold and silver stars. A hooded figure sat near the door, bony hand holding a scythe. He raised his head to me. A skull. Unchangeable grin. Empty eye sockets. Bare bone skull. I didn’t feel threatened at all. But I wanted out of the room. I opened the door and my friend was there [nobody I actually know], a horrified look on his face as he looked down the hall. I looked too. An Intrigue, covered in blood, panting, partly bent over, a crazed expression. My friend looked at me, looked around the changed house, and said “I think we’re dealing with a magician.”
We heard movement in the bedroom and the Intrigue was doing nothing but panting so we looked back into the room. The blanket over the crib was moving. Slowly, up and down. The Intrigue in the hall charged and my friend tackled me into the room, kicking the door shut. The door was being clawed, attacked, and a tiny decaying hand was pushing up the blanket. Still laying on the floor, I glanced at the hooded figure in the room. He nodded to me.
Then I woke up.
The bed was next to the window. The closet on the left. A dresser on the right. I realized that I could be seen through the window. The blinds were up. And the car headlights were shining in. An Intrigue was wandering towards the car. He was very tall and skinny, bald, long fingers, wearing loose jeans and a shirt that was white with red sleeves, under his cape. His hood was off. I slowly crawled across the bed to reach the blinds. As I reached for the strings, the Intrigue snapped his head my direction. He had seen me. He bounded towards the house as I slammed the blinds shut, trying to think of my next move. Would he lose interest if he couldn’t see me? I saw his shadow through the blinds. He climbed up the roof and snarled as he leaped. The glass shattered. Doublepane windows. He didn’t get in. He slumped on the roof, shook his head, and crawled off back onto the lawn.
Suddenly the room was different. Instantly. There was a crib with a blanket over it. There were drapes and fabric hung everywhere with stars on them. Dark maroon and black fabric with gold and silver stars. A hooded figure sat near the door, bony hand holding a scythe. He raised his head to me. A skull. Unchangeable grin. Empty eye sockets. Bare bone skull. I didn’t feel threatened at all. But I wanted out of the room. I opened the door and my friend was there [nobody I actually know], a horrified look on his face as he looked down the hall. I looked too. An Intrigue, covered in blood, panting, partly bent over, a crazed expression. My friend looked at me, looked around the changed house, and said “I think we’re dealing with a magician.”
We heard movement in the bedroom and the Intrigue was doing nothing but panting so we looked back into the room. The blanket over the crib was moving. Slowly, up and down. The Intrigue in the hall charged and my friend tackled me into the room, kicking the door shut. The door was being clawed, attacked, and a tiny decaying hand was pushing up the blanket. Still laying on the floor, I glanced at the hooded figure in the room. He nodded to me.
Then I woke up.
The Intrigue, part 1
Night of January 3rd.
I was at a store in the late afternoon. I was standing between sets of automatic sliding double doors, facing the store. There were polished dark wooden stairs that lead down into the store. There were racks of clothing and a jewelry counter. Typical department store things. The checkout counter was in the back of the store. The walls were the same polished wood as the stairs and floor, high shelves with intricate designs.
It was Black Friday, and the sun was low in the sky. Store capacity was reached and they were only letting in 2 people at a time as 2 people would leave. I finally got in, was looking around, and my little brother was there. He was about 6 years old. He put his leftover breakfast on a shelf and I yelled at him. He told me the food was cold and hard and he didn't want it. I walked over and poked the cheesy eggs. Definitely not cold and hard, but rather gooey. "David..." my voice trailed off as I saw him reaching for a button in the corner of a store. He pressed it, which made the wall above the checkout counter move out into shelves, extending over the counter. Again, I yelled at him, and mid yell the store started shaking. At first I thought it was from the shelves being extended, but no. I looked around and realized it was an earthquake just as a store employee yelled “Everybody out!!!!” Things were falling over. People screaming. Dust in the air. The building was collapsing. Walls crumbling. I was moments from getting out when a chunk of the ceiling fell on me.
I screamed. “Help!! Help me!!!” But everyone kept running out and away. I would have too. I summoned all my strength in a state of panicked adrenaline rush, and managed to roll out from under it and into the street. The ground was still shaking hard. I started running home, which was not far away. This town was not built for an earthquake. Everything was falling. People on the road driving were looking around, confused. It’s difficult to feel an earthquake when you’re driving. The quake stopped. I was entering the main street of a neighborhood. A man was just getting out of his car in the driveway and asked “What happened?” and I told him between heavy breaths that there was a 13.2 earthquake before running off again toward home.
The sun had just gone below the horizon. I was almost home. I saw an old lady in a car with the headlights on, and she looked confused. The car had the steering wheel on the right side, and I stopped and asked through the open window if she was ok. She looked at me and stated “My heart won’t start! I’m a hundred and ten years old!” I looked at her more closely, horrified as I realized she was partly decayed. It was as if she would have died at the age she was meant to, and the years until she would have been 110 were applied to the decaying process. I looked around. In the yards next to houses were ‘people’ standing up. They were wearing a black cape with a hood, mumbling “Intrigue. We are intrigue.” The woman in the car screamed sharply. They saw me and started to sprint towards me.
I was at a store in the late afternoon. I was standing between sets of automatic sliding double doors, facing the store. There were polished dark wooden stairs that lead down into the store. There were racks of clothing and a jewelry counter. Typical department store things. The checkout counter was in the back of the store. The walls were the same polished wood as the stairs and floor, high shelves with intricate designs.
It was Black Friday, and the sun was low in the sky. Store capacity was reached and they were only letting in 2 people at a time as 2 people would leave. I finally got in, was looking around, and my little brother was there. He was about 6 years old. He put his leftover breakfast on a shelf and I yelled at him. He told me the food was cold and hard and he didn't want it. I walked over and poked the cheesy eggs. Definitely not cold and hard, but rather gooey. "David..." my voice trailed off as I saw him reaching for a button in the corner of a store. He pressed it, which made the wall above the checkout counter move out into shelves, extending over the counter. Again, I yelled at him, and mid yell the store started shaking. At first I thought it was from the shelves being extended, but no. I looked around and realized it was an earthquake just as a store employee yelled “Everybody out!!!!” Things were falling over. People screaming. Dust in the air. The building was collapsing. Walls crumbling. I was moments from getting out when a chunk of the ceiling fell on me.
I screamed. “Help!! Help me!!!” But everyone kept running out and away. I would have too. I summoned all my strength in a state of panicked adrenaline rush, and managed to roll out from under it and into the street. The ground was still shaking hard. I started running home, which was not far away. This town was not built for an earthquake. Everything was falling. People on the road driving were looking around, confused. It’s difficult to feel an earthquake when you’re driving. The quake stopped. I was entering the main street of a neighborhood. A man was just getting out of his car in the driveway and asked “What happened?” and I told him between heavy breaths that there was a 13.2 earthquake before running off again toward home.
The sun had just gone below the horizon. I was almost home. I saw an old lady in a car with the headlights on, and she looked confused. The car had the steering wheel on the right side, and I stopped and asked through the open window if she was ok. She looked at me and stated “My heart won’t start! I’m a hundred and ten years old!” I looked at her more closely, horrified as I realized she was partly decayed. It was as if she would have died at the age she was meant to, and the years until she would have been 110 were applied to the decaying process. I looked around. In the yards next to houses were ‘people’ standing up. They were wearing a black cape with a hood, mumbling “Intrigue. We are intrigue.” The woman in the car screamed sharply. They saw me and started to sprint towards me.
It's All In My Head
Many family members and friends have repeatedly recommended that I start a dream blog because of the crazy dreams I frequently have. First, a word of caution. My dreams are often very unpleasant, graphic, and violent. I won't be sparing you the details.
Many of my dreams have similar themes, such as being chased. There is an entire world that is slowly being brought together as well as a time line in effect.
I write my dreams as I remember them. There are often gaps in what I remember, backtracking, and parts that are unclear. Sometimes I only remember certain images or a brief moment and not a sequence of events. Sometimes my dreams are so long and complex and detailed I feel they would make great movies. I try to write them out as soon as I can after waking up so the images are still clear, but this also leads to many grammar and spelling errors which I will hopefully go back and edit after my brain is fully awake. My dreams are not like stories in that they have a clear beginning, middle, and end. They usually start in the middle of something and fade out without resolution. The feeling it may create of being an unfinished story is annoying, but these are my dreams which don't translate perfectly into story format.
I dream in color. Usually muted colors, but sometimes bright and vivid.
My dad also has eerie dreams and I will likely post a few of them.
Here goes!
Many of my dreams have similar themes, such as being chased. There is an entire world that is slowly being brought together as well as a time line in effect.
I write my dreams as I remember them. There are often gaps in what I remember, backtracking, and parts that are unclear. Sometimes I only remember certain images or a brief moment and not a sequence of events. Sometimes my dreams are so long and complex and detailed I feel they would make great movies. I try to write them out as soon as I can after waking up so the images are still clear, but this also leads to many grammar and spelling errors which I will hopefully go back and edit after my brain is fully awake. My dreams are not like stories in that they have a clear beginning, middle, and end. They usually start in the middle of something and fade out without resolution. The feeling it may create of being an unfinished story is annoying, but these are my dreams which don't translate perfectly into story format.
I dream in color. Usually muted colors, but sometimes bright and vivid.
My dad also has eerie dreams and I will likely post a few of them.
Here goes!
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