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Strange Almost-Nightmares |
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Last night, I kept having these weird creepy dreams.
I suppose by the tense feeling in my spine, they were nightmares, not dreams.
Nightmare One:
I was in the little hallway in my house, when I fell to the floor, dizzy. I was talking to my dad, who was in my parents' room, and his voice seemed to taper off. I lifted my head, only to find myself on a road in the desert. I rolled off the road, to avoid being run over. There were people I knew, from band hanging around the deserty-canyony area. I got a strange phone number, that was appartently our director's number, so I could tell my parents where we were. Eventually, I wandered down into the canyons, and began to see a vision.
I was watching these...ghost-like visions, of three grown Latinos. They were in a canyon, I don't know where. They saw something that frightened them, it sounded like a helicopter, though I couldn't see it. The men, they seemed about twenty to thirty years old, turn to flee, running behind a canyon wall. The copter shines a light, trying to find the men. The guys open a door hidden in the shadows of the canyon, and go in. The door disappears behind them. They arrive in their house, only to find it swarming with Feds.
After this, I woke up, because I was cold.
It took me a while to go back to sleep, but eventually, I did.
Nightmare Two:
I was in the canyons, like my last dream. Here, though, I had two friends with me. We all had black catsuits on, though I had a black wispy robe-like thing, and another (Forty-One, she was called) had a black skirt as well. The last (Forty-Three) simply had her catsuit. We heard the sounds of a helicopter, and saw it, causing us to panic, and flee to a door in the canyon. We ended up in a high-tech room somewhere miles away. There, we got yelled at, for coming back empty handed. We told them about the helicopter we saw, and thus, were given a few days till it blew over.
Next thing I know, I'm back at the canyon again. I got ticked about...everything, and we all started remembering. Apparently, we hadn't always been so close. It all started when we were invited to a two-month long summer camp. All our parents agreed, so we went. Once there, we quickly found out this wasn't an ordinary summer camp. They were going to train us in the arts of spying and theivery. At the end of the opening presentation, the blonde lady in a black jumpsuit turns to her audience. "And that concludes our presentation. ...Each of you has a slip of paper with a number on it, yes? Good. That number will be your name throughout this camp. These will also serve as a lottery ticket for this day only." She announces, before putting a hand to her ear-piece. "Number Forty-Two! You are our winner! ...Number Forty-Two?"
My friends look at their tickets, Numbers Forty-One and Forty-Three, respectively. I look at mine, Forty-Two. "Number Forty-Two! Whoever you are, look up for your prize!" She calls, and hesitantly, I do. Suddenly, I have a really bad feeling about all of this. I was right. As I look up, a huge weight like you see in cartoons starts to fall. "Oh Shi-" I start, before I get crushed. My friends fill in what happened next. While I was out of commission for three weeks while they rebult my pathetic body. Actually, they didn't get much farther than I. After the Presentation, they were put to the test, taking physical and mental exams. Forty-One and Forty-Three both 'won' something as well, that day. 41 was selected for some mental modifications, whilst 43 =, some physical ones.
It turned out, 41 now had freaky psychic powers, like telekenisis, and telepathy. 43 was now super-durable, strong and fast. Lucky me, I got a Inspector Gadget-like remake. With that, the memories fade and so does my dream.
Nightmare Three:
I started out going to our area's water park, alone. I went all alone, even though I lived miles and miles away. The only thing I had was what I wore, including a really strange watch. I had no money, so I had to sneak in the back way. That meant crossing this pond on a floating island (with palm tree rudder) I got into the park, and went to the lazy river. The water tasted like the same yucky sweaty water from our last Marching Band trip. (Twenty sweaty kids, one small hotel pool, you do the math.) Because of this, I showered and left, going back the same way I came. It was during leaving I found out my watch had some cool features. I could make a rocket-scooter appear from it, as well as some other things.
Somehow, when I was walking down the hill the park sat on, my watch went off. I ended up in my neighborhood, and went into my house. There were all these gruff looking men in my house, who freaked out when they saw me. They started calling me a ghost, and lunging after me. Of course, I started to run. I tore up my street, and took a hard left. My path took me parallel to a high school that I didn't remember being there. (It was called Batman's High School, oddly enough. XD) I ended up running into a run-down city, filled with orphan children. They didn't notice me, maybe I was invisable. I remember trying desperately trying to find my parents' church, for Sanctuary. If I was a ghost, or something, I'd need all the spiritual help I could find.
I don't know if I made it or not, I started to wake up at that point. I remember seeing a small black girl praying in front of an alter, so maybe I did.
They all sure freaked me out though, and looking back, I don't know why.
 nuit_douce · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 06:06pm · 0 Comments |
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