I rode a scooter from Missouri to Louisiana and it only took like, 3 hours XD and on the sides of the scooter were little two little wire baskets, two of my cousins were in them. When we got to Louisiana we went on a forest adventure that looked like we were in Oregon, and while we were in the forest I saw my cousin's cat Azrael and said "Look Kailha, your cat followed behind us all the way here."
Then she asked if we should put her cat in one of the mesh baskets and take her home with us and I say "Nah, I think she likes to walk."
Then we ate pizza from Pizza Street, and while we were there, we saw my mom and aunt, because they had decided to go to Louisiana to eat Pizza Street as well. (I don't even know if they have Pizza Street in Louisiana.)
It went on from there, but I forgot the rest.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I think I need to start actually putting my dreams here again o.o I've been slacking.
I awake.
I find myself in a place I have never been, yet it feels so familiar.
The sun is hidden behind a wall of clouds.
Redwood trees loom over me, and I feel insignificant in their presence. I stand and look around. The air becomes cold on my skin, and I realize I am naked.
I start walking, but I don't know what way to go. Anxiety grips me as I spin around and around in circles, looking for any clues to lead me somewhere.
I sit down, and begin to cry. I feel so confused, I feel betrayed, but I don't understand why I have these feelings.
I fall asleep.
I hear running water and I am started awake.
I am laying on a riverbank, still naked, but now covered in scrapes and bruises. It's getting dark. I pull myself up and look around. The forest is empty, and almost silent.
I begin to shout, but there is no answer. Each word comes out more and more panicked. Silence roars back at me with such an intensity that I don't even hear the gurgle of the river anymore.
I start to run. I follow the river downhill, not knowing what direction I am going. Soon my legs begin to burn, and my heart thumps loud. I feel so weak, I just want to stop, to lay down, and feel the energy of the earth course through my body.
But I don't.
I continue to run, and finally when I feel like I can't go a step farther, I see a house in the distance. My spirit is suddenly renewed, and I feel like I could run forever. I sprint towards the house and stop at its door.
I stand nervously in front of the shack, and work up the courage to knock. I hear rustling inside, and I wonder if I should turn back. But I stay. The door opens, and in front of me is myself. When I see me I start to cry, and my other self does as well, and I reach for me, to comfort myself, and suddenly I am alone again, in the woods with no house in sight.
I awake.
I find myself in a place I have never been, yet it feels so familiar.
The sun is hidden behind a wall of clouds.
Redwood trees loom over me, and I feel insignificant in their presence. I stand and look around. The air becomes cold on my skin, and I realize I am naked.
I start walking, but I don't know what way to go. Anxiety grips me as I spin around and around in circles, looking for any clues to lead me somewhere.
I sit down, and begin to cry. I feel so confused, I feel betrayed, but I don't understand why I have these feelings.
I fall asleep.
I hear running water and I am started awake.
I am laying on a riverbank, still naked, but now covered in scrapes and bruises. It's getting dark. I pull myself up and look around. The forest is empty, and almost silent.
I begin to shout, but there is no answer. Each word comes out more and more panicked. Silence roars back at me with such an intensity that I don't even hear the gurgle of the river anymore.
I start to run. I follow the river downhill, not knowing what direction I am going. Soon my legs begin to burn, and my heart thumps loud. I feel so weak, I just want to stop, to lay down, and feel the energy of the earth course through my body.
But I don't.
I continue to run, and finally when I feel like I can't go a step farther, I see a house in the distance. My spirit is suddenly renewed, and I feel like I could run forever. I sprint towards the house and stop at its door.
I stand nervously in front of the shack, and work up the courage to knock. I hear rustling inside, and I wonder if I should turn back. But I stay. The door opens, and in front of me is myself. When I see me I start to cry, and my other self does as well, and I reach for me, to comfort myself, and suddenly I am alone again, in the woods with no house in sight.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Starting from what I can remember, we are in a chamber. It is very open and circular in shape. It is very large, and stairs line the paremeter, with sections of flat floor every so often. This is a home, or was a home. Now it is some type of school, or perhaps a camp of detainees of some sort. We are all performing tasks, like schoolwork. I begin to socialize, moving through the different levels to the far side of the room, and then coming back down on the opposite side. I am trying to be quiet as I talk to those around me, but it seems like I am talking through a megaphone, and eventually a booming voice yells at me, and as i turn towards it, I see my ex-step-dad. He seems to be like a teacher here.
I walk off, this part of my dream seems a little shaky, and I do not remember what happens. Then I am in a different part of the mansion, with my cousin Bobby, and his dad Ray. This house Belongs to Ray, or at least it seems that way. He takes us into part of the house that is mostly destroyed, there iare concrete slabs broken everwhere, and the house begins to look less like a house, and more like a cave.
Ray gives us some gear, ropes, flashlights, and other random gadgets. Then we set off into the darkness.
Below is like a tomb, long forgotten, there are traps everywhere, and it looks like we are in an ancient city. I forget what we are looking for. We find something and return back to the surface.
We do this a few more times, and then I feel a sense of urgency. I remember seeing someone in a sectioned off part of the mansion close to where we are. It is in a delapidated state just as the entryway to the underground. There I find two kids, around 5 and 9. They are very worried about me finding them, and think that I should leave. It seems like they are related to me somehow, but I do not know how.
I leave, and return back to Ray and Bobby, who are talking about the treasures and dangers that are found below. Our last run Bobby and I seemed to have cut it close, and Ray warns us about returning again.
Later I visit the kids again, they are very upset and I feel a presence watching me from the shadows. Suddenly it becomes apparent we must leave, and all three of us run, with me following them.
Then I am with a new group of people on bikes, we are all running from something, it is sinister and there is once again urgency in our trip. The types of bikes are all different, and I am riding a normal mountain bike. I follow behind those who know where we are headed. Then I forget what happens.
We stop somewhere, but again my dream is very shaky at this point, but the cops find us, and they are working with the bad thing. We jump on the bikes, and somehow I am left with the large two person bike with giant handles. It keeps tipping and is very hard to control. We start slowing down and end up at a gate, I feel them just behind us, finally we break the lock and burst into a city, where we find a giant slab of cement covering a large, slightly shallow hole. We all climb in, dropping down to the hearth below. Once we get inside we realize this is where we are supposed to be and take our places. Some people are on a large rectangle of earth that is raised, with trenches dug and people sleeping inside. When I look around I spot someone who eerily looks like me, but doesn't at the same time. She smiles at me. Then I realize that there is another for each person here. There is music in the background, and a man stands up and starts to chant and we all follow, and this feels pure, and right.
Then I black out.
Later I return to the Mansion. When I walk in I am in a smaller chamber where many long tables are set up. Bobby greets me, and asks me if I want to buy anything, I look over the goods and select a video tape, and sit down amongst the people, when I realize that they are all buying my stuff. When I try and gather up my belongings people become angry and I try and bargain and trade with them. They don't want to. Bobby tells me that we can share the profits, but its my stuff, so I don't know why he should get any of it. We get into an argument, and I follow him down into the caves once again.
Then I woke up.
I walk off, this part of my dream seems a little shaky, and I do not remember what happens. Then I am in a different part of the mansion, with my cousin Bobby, and his dad Ray. This house Belongs to Ray, or at least it seems that way. He takes us into part of the house that is mostly destroyed, there iare concrete slabs broken everwhere, and the house begins to look less like a house, and more like a cave.
Ray gives us some gear, ropes, flashlights, and other random gadgets. Then we set off into the darkness.
Below is like a tomb, long forgotten, there are traps everywhere, and it looks like we are in an ancient city. I forget what we are looking for. We find something and return back to the surface.
We do this a few more times, and then I feel a sense of urgency. I remember seeing someone in a sectioned off part of the mansion close to where we are. It is in a delapidated state just as the entryway to the underground. There I find two kids, around 5 and 9. They are very worried about me finding them, and think that I should leave. It seems like they are related to me somehow, but I do not know how.
I leave, and return back to Ray and Bobby, who are talking about the treasures and dangers that are found below. Our last run Bobby and I seemed to have cut it close, and Ray warns us about returning again.
Later I visit the kids again, they are very upset and I feel a presence watching me from the shadows. Suddenly it becomes apparent we must leave, and all three of us run, with me following them.
Then I am with a new group of people on bikes, we are all running from something, it is sinister and there is once again urgency in our trip. The types of bikes are all different, and I am riding a normal mountain bike. I follow behind those who know where we are headed. Then I forget what happens.
We stop somewhere, but again my dream is very shaky at this point, but the cops find us, and they are working with the bad thing. We jump on the bikes, and somehow I am left with the large two person bike with giant handles. It keeps tipping and is very hard to control. We start slowing down and end up at a gate, I feel them just behind us, finally we break the lock and burst into a city, where we find a giant slab of cement covering a large, slightly shallow hole. We all climb in, dropping down to the hearth below. Once we get inside we realize this is where we are supposed to be and take our places. Some people are on a large rectangle of earth that is raised, with trenches dug and people sleeping inside. When I look around I spot someone who eerily looks like me, but doesn't at the same time. She smiles at me. Then I realize that there is another for each person here. There is music in the background, and a man stands up and starts to chant and we all follow, and this feels pure, and right.
Then I black out.
Later I return to the Mansion. When I walk in I am in a smaller chamber where many long tables are set up. Bobby greets me, and asks me if I want to buy anything, I look over the goods and select a video tape, and sit down amongst the people, when I realize that they are all buying my stuff. When I try and gather up my belongings people become angry and I try and bargain and trade with them. They don't want to. Bobby tells me that we can share the profits, but its my stuff, so I don't know why he should get any of it. We get into an argument, and I follow him down into the caves once again.
Then I woke up.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Another Dream
The sun sets below the Kansas Plains.
I forget where we are going, and don't remember why, but there is urgency in our trip.
We load our things into the back of a rusty red Geo, and I take the passenger seat.
I don't know who you are, but I know you have told me something important, and even though I have never met you, I trust what you say.
You stand over six feet tall, and your skin is the color of rich chocolate. Your brown eyes say more than your mouth can speak.
We drive and drive, mostly in silence. After a couple hours you pull off the main highway and we travel down a dirt road shrouded in darkness. I am tense. I wonder if I should have trusted you.
Then it all comes back to me.You told me that things here where no longer safe, and that the only way to be saved was to go with you. I asked you why you would bother with me, why you cared about me, and how you even found me. You stated that only those who are listening can hear your voice calling out. I don't know if I should believe. Everything seems so wrong, but as I look at you it seems completely right.
We stop and the headlights show a field of towering wheat. you turn off the car and look at me.
"Are you ready to embark on the final journey of life?"
I agree without even thinking about it. It is now too late to turn back, if this is death it is my destiny.
We emerge from the car, and you motion to the back where you hand me my bag and take yours. Grabbing my hand we start into the field. I hold my breath and hope that this will not be the end of me.
For hours we wander in itchy, bug infested wheat. I give up asking when we will get there and stare into the darkness above.
A blue light shines off in the distance and my legs are heavy as lead. I feel my heart trying to escape me, and sweat drowns my face.
We head toward the light, the ground turns more uneven and rocky, and the air is cooler. We are running now.
We approach a clearing, it is filled with the light that we had saw from the distance, it dances like water across a wall in the night sky.
You look at me, eyes cold and piercing and ask me if this is really what I want to do.
I know in my heart that I do.
We sit together facing one another and you grab my hands.
Our eyes close and I can feel the earth speaking.
In an instant the ground disappears and we are falling. You tell me not to open my eyes. I obey.
Finally the sensation of falling ends, but it does not feel as if I have landed. You tell me to open my eyes.
I sit within a swirling aura of color. You welcome me to Oaris.
You let me take in my surroundings and I see you smiling. I ask what this is, and you explain that it is a place between time. Here nothing ages or changes.
I am confused.
As you start to explain I wake up.
Fucking waking up sucks when someone is about to explain something cool. :(
I forget where we are going, and don't remember why, but there is urgency in our trip.
We load our things into the back of a rusty red Geo, and I take the passenger seat.
I don't know who you are, but I know you have told me something important, and even though I have never met you, I trust what you say.
You stand over six feet tall, and your skin is the color of rich chocolate. Your brown eyes say more than your mouth can speak.
We drive and drive, mostly in silence. After a couple hours you pull off the main highway and we travel down a dirt road shrouded in darkness. I am tense. I wonder if I should have trusted you.
Then it all comes back to me.You told me that things here where no longer safe, and that the only way to be saved was to go with you. I asked you why you would bother with me, why you cared about me, and how you even found me. You stated that only those who are listening can hear your voice calling out. I don't know if I should believe. Everything seems so wrong, but as I look at you it seems completely right.
We stop and the headlights show a field of towering wheat. you turn off the car and look at me.
"Are you ready to embark on the final journey of life?"
I agree without even thinking about it. It is now too late to turn back, if this is death it is my destiny.
We emerge from the car, and you motion to the back where you hand me my bag and take yours. Grabbing my hand we start into the field. I hold my breath and hope that this will not be the end of me.
For hours we wander in itchy, bug infested wheat. I give up asking when we will get there and stare into the darkness above.
A blue light shines off in the distance and my legs are heavy as lead. I feel my heart trying to escape me, and sweat drowns my face.
We head toward the light, the ground turns more uneven and rocky, and the air is cooler. We are running now.
We approach a clearing, it is filled with the light that we had saw from the distance, it dances like water across a wall in the night sky.
You look at me, eyes cold and piercing and ask me if this is really what I want to do.
I know in my heart that I do.
We sit together facing one another and you grab my hands.
Our eyes close and I can feel the earth speaking.
In an instant the ground disappears and we are falling. You tell me not to open my eyes. I obey.
Finally the sensation of falling ends, but it does not feel as if I have landed. You tell me to open my eyes.
I sit within a swirling aura of color. You welcome me to Oaris.
You let me take in my surroundings and I see you smiling. I ask what this is, and you explain that it is a place between time. Here nothing ages or changes.
I am confused.
As you start to explain I wake up.
Fucking waking up sucks when someone is about to explain something cool. :(
Monday, June 7, 2010
Dream of Forgotten Times
We are one.
More than just a group of people, we are one living, breathing, organism.
But being one does not change the fact that we are trapped.
The cart travels faster and faster down the tracks. Amidst the huddled bodies are you and I.
We have not pondered the world together for long, and as much as our lifestyles and appearances differ, so do our beliefs. Yet we are still together.
The cart flies down the tracks, and within moments our breath is held. This is not just something shared between you and i, rather, it is shared between all of us.
Jolt.
The darkness surrounds, and as I touch around I realize that we are no longer on the train, and that we are on solid ground.
I peek through my half slit eyes and see something that leaves me breathless and unable to make a sound.
We are prisoners, and not ones of war. Having no recollection of the events prior to the train ride I can not say for certain what has happened, but we cannot go back.
My eyes glace over the crowd, and my eyes fumble over a man standing at a podium. He looks uncomfortable. He tells us that our home planet has been destroyed, and despite his people's lack of sympathy for our kind, they would take us in to their world.
First this confuses us, as we know of no other worlds, but it becomes clear. This is not another planet, nor are these before us another race. An Elitist group had formed a compound near the north pole two hundred years ago. It fell out of use shortly after being established. However, when the new world war commenced, it was reopened.
We were saved from complete annihilation to work as servant for these leaders of the new world.
I hold your hand and you tell me that things will not be as bad as the seem. I hope you are right. We are led through the cement city that looms high into the sky, and all I wish for is another glance at the stars.
Our sleeping quarters are gray. Cement is once again the material of choice. We each have a bunk through a series of connected rooms, and we are left to divide into our own groups and conquer our territory.
We soon meet up with other friends and acquaintances. There are almost ten of us combined. We push through the masses and find the bunks at the very end of the room. Things are looking up.
We sleep.
In the morning we all receive jobs based on the number we draw. I draw high, you draw low.
I become a window washer for a short time, we redraw in a few weeks. You get a permanent position however. You are to serve those above us.
We go our separate ways during the days, and are reunited during the nights with those that we know.
Sometimes we walk around the city, glancing above and looking for stars where no stars will ever form. We talk about what life could have been, who we can be, and what life was. We enjoy times with our friends and form a pact to always stick together with our group.
Work becomes more straining, and our relationships slowly start pulling apart at the seams. Those of us who used to be one have fell apart into many, and although we still frequent each other's company, the time is slightly awkward and founded upon memories.
Then one day you leave. No words of goodbye, no words of anger or anguish. Our group slowly dies, and moves on. I find new companions to spend my time with.
The days tick by like seconds, and the minutes tick by like years, our lives are very different than they used to be, but the new routines slowly wear into our beings, and we forget except for on occasion that life has been any other way.
While working in the cafeteria with a new group that I fit quite nicely with I see you in the distance. My eyes shift quickly trying to understand if what they see is real or imaginary. You glace at me and look away. I drop what I am doing and head toward your silhouette, but the distance is too great, and when I get close enough to see if it was really what I had thought, you had vanished.
Months past. Life is enjoyable with little indulgences behind each hard working day. You have been pushed to the edge of memories existence, but often your teetering on the edge is enough to draw my attention back to the past.
Finally we meet. You are with a new group of friends and do not knowledge me when I speak. My soul shakes but I contain my emotion. My group warns me that I am better than trying to fix a rotted bridge, yet I try.
Sometimes you act as if our relationship had never happened, like we never talked of oceans beyond these walls. I take life up on other offers and live life beyond you. Then you find me in darkness and whisper in my ear, I am given a sense of second chances, and thoughts of you flood back.
Then I am ignored, and I punish myself. I am stuck with clashing views. I think I miss you, but in reality I miss the memory of you.
I realize things will never be the same, and try and live my life, but even with new experiences you linger on the edge of forgotten memories.
Then one day, years later I see you. Your status has been raised substantially, and you now sit with some of the most powerful. I hate you and yet miss you. I tell you I hate you, and when those who you are with hear this insult coming from such a low life form, I am sentenced to death.
As I stand above the crowd I see you in the distance and wonder if you remember when we looked for stars where no stars could form. I am dropped downward and wake before my neck snaps.
More than just a group of people, we are one living, breathing, organism.
But being one does not change the fact that we are trapped.
The cart travels faster and faster down the tracks. Amidst the huddled bodies are you and I.
We have not pondered the world together for long, and as much as our lifestyles and appearances differ, so do our beliefs. Yet we are still together.
The cart flies down the tracks, and within moments our breath is held. This is not just something shared between you and i, rather, it is shared between all of us.
Jolt.
The darkness surrounds, and as I touch around I realize that we are no longer on the train, and that we are on solid ground.
I peek through my half slit eyes and see something that leaves me breathless and unable to make a sound.
We are prisoners, and not ones of war. Having no recollection of the events prior to the train ride I can not say for certain what has happened, but we cannot go back.
My eyes glace over the crowd, and my eyes fumble over a man standing at a podium. He looks uncomfortable. He tells us that our home planet has been destroyed, and despite his people's lack of sympathy for our kind, they would take us in to their world.
First this confuses us, as we know of no other worlds, but it becomes clear. This is not another planet, nor are these before us another race. An Elitist group had formed a compound near the north pole two hundred years ago. It fell out of use shortly after being established. However, when the new world war commenced, it was reopened.
We were saved from complete annihilation to work as servant for these leaders of the new world.
I hold your hand and you tell me that things will not be as bad as the seem. I hope you are right. We are led through the cement city that looms high into the sky, and all I wish for is another glance at the stars.
Our sleeping quarters are gray. Cement is once again the material of choice. We each have a bunk through a series of connected rooms, and we are left to divide into our own groups and conquer our territory.
We soon meet up with other friends and acquaintances. There are almost ten of us combined. We push through the masses and find the bunks at the very end of the room. Things are looking up.
We sleep.
In the morning we all receive jobs based on the number we draw. I draw high, you draw low.
I become a window washer for a short time, we redraw in a few weeks. You get a permanent position however. You are to serve those above us.
We go our separate ways during the days, and are reunited during the nights with those that we know.
Sometimes we walk around the city, glancing above and looking for stars where no stars will ever form. We talk about what life could have been, who we can be, and what life was. We enjoy times with our friends and form a pact to always stick together with our group.
Work becomes more straining, and our relationships slowly start pulling apart at the seams. Those of us who used to be one have fell apart into many, and although we still frequent each other's company, the time is slightly awkward and founded upon memories.
Then one day you leave. No words of goodbye, no words of anger or anguish. Our group slowly dies, and moves on. I find new companions to spend my time with.
The days tick by like seconds, and the minutes tick by like years, our lives are very different than they used to be, but the new routines slowly wear into our beings, and we forget except for on occasion that life has been any other way.
While working in the cafeteria with a new group that I fit quite nicely with I see you in the distance. My eyes shift quickly trying to understand if what they see is real or imaginary. You glace at me and look away. I drop what I am doing and head toward your silhouette, but the distance is too great, and when I get close enough to see if it was really what I had thought, you had vanished.
Months past. Life is enjoyable with little indulgences behind each hard working day. You have been pushed to the edge of memories existence, but often your teetering on the edge is enough to draw my attention back to the past.
Finally we meet. You are with a new group of friends and do not knowledge me when I speak. My soul shakes but I contain my emotion. My group warns me that I am better than trying to fix a rotted bridge, yet I try.
Sometimes you act as if our relationship had never happened, like we never talked of oceans beyond these walls. I take life up on other offers and live life beyond you. Then you find me in darkness and whisper in my ear, I am given a sense of second chances, and thoughts of you flood back.
Then I am ignored, and I punish myself. I am stuck with clashing views. I think I miss you, but in reality I miss the memory of you.
I realize things will never be the same, and try and live my life, but even with new experiences you linger on the edge of forgotten memories.
Then one day, years later I see you. Your status has been raised substantially, and you now sit with some of the most powerful. I hate you and yet miss you. I tell you I hate you, and when those who you are with hear this insult coming from such a low life form, I am sentenced to death.
As I stand above the crowd I see you in the distance and wonder if you remember when we looked for stars where no stars could form. I am dropped downward and wake before my neck snaps.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Chaos
I forgot much of my last dream, so I don't think that I will bother with it anymore.
Lately I have had a vivid reoccurring dream that feels...different than a normal dream.
It starts off in downtown Denver, my mom and I have moved into a small apartment because her and my step-dad separated. Something political has just went down, it is all on the news, there are massive riots, and although I think Obama will be a good/okay president, in my dream he is the cause of it.
Things start to spiral out of control in most of the major cities in the US. Denver is of course the main focus in my dream because that is where I live.
As the riots get more and more out of control the military and the government start to step in(For some reason they are two very different groups in my dream.) The military plows people down with bullets, not paying any attention who is doing what. The primary objective of the military seems to be to kill as many people as possible.
The government is less likely to be noticed. The military seems very noticeable with their automatic weapons and fatigues, but most of the government members(usually politicians, CIA, other random groups) seem like ordinary people.
When the riots and fighting first start everyone continues living their day to day lives. They don't care as long as no one involves them, and most seem to think that everything will die down and return to normal in a couple of days.
But it doesn't.
Soon people are fleeing their homes as massive raids start. The Gov't people get you to trust them in groups. They promise seven to ten people at a time that they will lead them to freedom, but in actuality lead them around in circles and play games with them until finally they kill them all. They are worse than the military in the dream because they are deceptive, and get enjoyment out of torture, where the military just fires without any games.
My ex-step-dad contacts me. I try and get him to help me find my mom, but he refuses. He keeps pointing to pictures of my mom on walls around the room where he is staying saying,
"Your mom is right here, why would we go look for her?"
He seems brainwashed and weird. Weirder than he has ever seemed before.
He sits all day and stares out the window, and I leave to find my mom.
I become part of a large group of victims who have lost their homes and roam the streets looking for things to help them survive. They tote the weapons of fallen soldiers, and use them to kill all who are a threat.
We raid houses and steal everything that we can find, because it is very likely that the owners will never be back. It is even more likely that they are dead.
when we see bodies shot down in the steets we strip them down and take what we can.
soon one of the members turn on us. He had been on the other side the whole time.
He keeps us locked in a cement basement in an old hospital, chained to the floors. I remember running through the hospital escaping, but I am not entirely sure how I did it.
Once again the city swallows me up, but the man is still on our trail. I feel hopeless.
Eventually I escape. I hide in a semi-truck that is headed to Kansas to pick up weapons.
I meet some people a little ways away from there, and although I know that people are being decieved by everyone, I trust them.
The Midwest is far better off than any other area of the country. The riots never really got out of control as much, and although some of the same damages are present, not to the extent of other states.
The people I meet happen to be my teacher Dylan(we call our teachers by first name) and his blonde haired boyfriend(I don't even know if Dylan is gay, and for some reason, as much as this blonde guy turns up, he doesn't have a name.)
(On another note, I have no idea why the hell Dylan is in Kansas either, he's from Denver, but whatever haha)
They tell me that they escaped with the help of a young woman, and that they are looking for a safe place to go. They have a car, but no where to drive it.
I tell them about my aunt Tammy who lives in the suburbs of Kansas City, and they agree to take me there if I can work a way out for them to stay there.
When we finally arrive my aunt is more than willing to let all three of us stay, but I tell her that I have to go back and find my mom. Dylan says he will work on puting up temp rooms in the basement, and the blonde guy agrees to help me.
I'll skip through all the boring travel parts, and randoms chases.
We find my mom with a group hidden in a prison.
The group includes my mom,
and old black grandmother, and her grandson,
six or so white children who all strangely look related
and an old white couple who have lost all their family.
My mom is in very bad shape. She won't eat and she barely resembles the person that she used to be.
The old man describes that a young black man name Theon brought her to them after she had been beaten and left for dead on the side of the road.
He tells me that she hasn't eaten in almost two weeks, and that she screams in her sleep sometimes.
I tell them that I may be able to help them.
Everyone agrees to come with me and the blonde guy, and on the way back I spot someone that I knew from school that I used to be close with. Davey. His face is bleeding, and he is afraid to come with me. I tell him that Dylan is at the place we are going and I see a spark in his eyes.
He agrees to go.
When we arrive my aunt tells me that we will have to pay for our own food, and any water or electricity that we use.
Davey and I get jobs as checkers at the local grocery store, and I also stock at night. the blonde guy is an accountant or something and does his own thing. Dylan stays home and takes care of the Children, my mother, and the older people.
Eventually everyone but my mom moves into apartments in the area. We go back and get more people and it goes again. My ex-step-dad comes too, but he is very distant and doesn't care about anything.
My mom gets a little better,
but then three kids die.
we bury them in shallow graves in the backyard because we have no money.
The house is raided because there is supposed to be "terrorists" hiding there
then I woke up...
Lately I have had a vivid reoccurring dream that feels...different than a normal dream.
It starts off in downtown Denver, my mom and I have moved into a small apartment because her and my step-dad separated. Something political has just went down, it is all on the news, there are massive riots, and although I think Obama will be a good/okay president, in my dream he is the cause of it.
Things start to spiral out of control in most of the major cities in the US. Denver is of course the main focus in my dream because that is where I live.
As the riots get more and more out of control the military and the government start to step in(For some reason they are two very different groups in my dream.) The military plows people down with bullets, not paying any attention who is doing what. The primary objective of the military seems to be to kill as many people as possible.
The government is less likely to be noticed. The military seems very noticeable with their automatic weapons and fatigues, but most of the government members(usually politicians, CIA, other random groups) seem like ordinary people.
When the riots and fighting first start everyone continues living their day to day lives. They don't care as long as no one involves them, and most seem to think that everything will die down and return to normal in a couple of days.
But it doesn't.
Soon people are fleeing their homes as massive raids start. The Gov't people get you to trust them in groups. They promise seven to ten people at a time that they will lead them to freedom, but in actuality lead them around in circles and play games with them until finally they kill them all. They are worse than the military in the dream because they are deceptive, and get enjoyment out of torture, where the military just fires without any games.
My ex-step-dad contacts me. I try and get him to help me find my mom, but he refuses. He keeps pointing to pictures of my mom on walls around the room where he is staying saying,
"Your mom is right here, why would we go look for her?"
He seems brainwashed and weird. Weirder than he has ever seemed before.
He sits all day and stares out the window, and I leave to find my mom.
I become part of a large group of victims who have lost their homes and roam the streets looking for things to help them survive. They tote the weapons of fallen soldiers, and use them to kill all who are a threat.
We raid houses and steal everything that we can find, because it is very likely that the owners will never be back. It is even more likely that they are dead.
when we see bodies shot down in the steets we strip them down and take what we can.
soon one of the members turn on us. He had been on the other side the whole time.
He keeps us locked in a cement basement in an old hospital, chained to the floors. I remember running through the hospital escaping, but I am not entirely sure how I did it.
Once again the city swallows me up, but the man is still on our trail. I feel hopeless.
Eventually I escape. I hide in a semi-truck that is headed to Kansas to pick up weapons.
I meet some people a little ways away from there, and although I know that people are being decieved by everyone, I trust them.
The Midwest is far better off than any other area of the country. The riots never really got out of control as much, and although some of the same damages are present, not to the extent of other states.
The people I meet happen to be my teacher Dylan(we call our teachers by first name) and his blonde haired boyfriend(I don't even know if Dylan is gay, and for some reason, as much as this blonde guy turns up, he doesn't have a name.)
(On another note, I have no idea why the hell Dylan is in Kansas either, he's from Denver, but whatever haha)
They tell me that they escaped with the help of a young woman, and that they are looking for a safe place to go. They have a car, but no where to drive it.
I tell them about my aunt Tammy who lives in the suburbs of Kansas City, and they agree to take me there if I can work a way out for them to stay there.
When we finally arrive my aunt is more than willing to let all three of us stay, but I tell her that I have to go back and find my mom. Dylan says he will work on puting up temp rooms in the basement, and the blonde guy agrees to help me.
I'll skip through all the boring travel parts, and randoms chases.
We find my mom with a group hidden in a prison.
The group includes my mom,
and old black grandmother, and her grandson,
six or so white children who all strangely look related
and an old white couple who have lost all their family.
My mom is in very bad shape. She won't eat and she barely resembles the person that she used to be.
The old man describes that a young black man name Theon brought her to them after she had been beaten and left for dead on the side of the road.
He tells me that she hasn't eaten in almost two weeks, and that she screams in her sleep sometimes.
I tell them that I may be able to help them.
Everyone agrees to come with me and the blonde guy, and on the way back I spot someone that I knew from school that I used to be close with. Davey. His face is bleeding, and he is afraid to come with me. I tell him that Dylan is at the place we are going and I see a spark in his eyes.
He agrees to go.
When we arrive my aunt tells me that we will have to pay for our own food, and any water or electricity that we use.
Davey and I get jobs as checkers at the local grocery store, and I also stock at night. the blonde guy is an accountant or something and does his own thing. Dylan stays home and takes care of the Children, my mother, and the older people.
Eventually everyone but my mom moves into apartments in the area. We go back and get more people and it goes again. My ex-step-dad comes too, but he is very distant and doesn't care about anything.
My mom gets a little better,
but then three kids die.
we bury them in shallow graves in the backyard because we have no money.
The house is raided because there is supposed to be "terrorists" hiding there
then I woke up...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Dreamlog #1
I had returned to the city that I had left in my childhood, yet the city was no longer the city that it once was. I barely recognized anything, the community seemed to have shrunk, the paved roads and businesses had all disappeared, and in their place were sand brown square huts which all seemed to share a desert-like quality, and paths throughout the cobblestone street that resembled moving sidewalks from airports- to the extreme. I was there to meet my cousin Bobby, who insisted that I only call him Ray(His middle name, and his fathers name). When I arrived however, I also met his two sisters Savannah, and Kristin. I was there it seemed, because I was of age to move out of my parents house, and having no where else to go, I took the first generous offer that I had received.
The home was quite large, and also made of the sandy-brown-pinkish stone. My living quarters were almost a separate building, and had a large exterior entrance. there was a moving sidewalk that ran all the way to the doorway(there was no actual door) where a security guy of middle-eastern descent stood, and the big triangular gates made for park and road closings stood. I would fly over these, and land on the other side. Walking down the hall there were egg crates, turned on their sides and stacked, they were all filled with books. further down the "hall" room sat a queen size mattress on the floor, surrounded by egg crates as well. At the very end was a left turn, which ended with a small toilet, and a stand up shower that was hidden from view of the Hall-Room. A two sinked cabinet was in view from the Hall however, it's counter was pink with blue dots like from a hospital.
I soon learned that above the main house was another building. Actually, it was all the same building, but it was called a different building. Above was a church. A church that my cousin Bobby had failed to mention to me in all of our phonecalls. As I stared him in the face he didn't look the least bit guilty, but he looked old. His face was creased and worn, even though I knew he couldn't have been over 23. His beard was long and untamed, and his clothes baggy, something I had never seen before.
He lead me upstairs and we sat on a dark finished pew with red cushions. Savannah and Kristin joined us. He told me that God had contacted him, and that God told him that he was the only one that he could contact, that no other human would listen hard enough to hear what he was saying. I was frightened. Savannah and Kristin looked at me with very serious faces, Kristin was still plump and pasty white. Her clothes hadn't changed much, worn T-shirts stained with dirt, baby-vomit, and sweat, paired with ripped sweatpants.
Savannah stared at me, waiting for some type of reply, I had none. Her looks had changed drastically. Her emo-goth look with her dyed black hair had disapeared. Instead sat a pudgier, lighter looking person. She wore no make-up, and as I looked around, I realized that Kristin didn't either. Her light-blonde hair was cut to her chin, in a 90's-esqe fashion. She wore a crisp white t-shirt underneath a pair of beige courdory overall-shorts that I swear she owned at seven or eight. Her lips seperated as if she was going to speak, but the words finally came from Bobby's mouth.
He explained that he understood any shock that I may be going through, but that he would like me to open my mind to the word of God before I judged so haistily. I decided to give him a chance, and with that oppourtunity, he decided to show me around his institution.
First we visited the nursery, and I automatically recognized two of my cousin Kristin's kids. Issac and Aaron, her oldests. They were helping the younger children play and eat and even changed their dipers. Issac was 10, Aaron 9. Bobby explained that eight of the children were Kristin's kids, 4 were savanah's, and 17 were his with various "disciples of the church".
More in next post. I decided to right about this dream because it was so vivid and detailed. I have never had a dream that had so much to it, and that I remembered so much of. I will try to either draw(which I am terrible at) what some of this looks like, or find pictures that resemble it.
If you are still reading I applaud you. My writing is disjointed and mispelled the majority of the time. Part of this is that I am recalling this from my memory, and some details seem unclear, so I skip them. If you have ever had a dream that was so detailed and long, please share with me! I am interested to hear about it! If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Ha I love how I am acting like someone will actually read this!
Love,
Naik
The home was quite large, and also made of the sandy-brown-pinkish stone. My living quarters were almost a separate building, and had a large exterior entrance. there was a moving sidewalk that ran all the way to the doorway(there was no actual door) where a security guy of middle-eastern descent stood, and the big triangular gates made for park and road closings stood. I would fly over these, and land on the other side. Walking down the hall there were egg crates, turned on their sides and stacked, they were all filled with books. further down the "hall" room sat a queen size mattress on the floor, surrounded by egg crates as well. At the very end was a left turn, which ended with a small toilet, and a stand up shower that was hidden from view of the Hall-Room. A two sinked cabinet was in view from the Hall however, it's counter was pink with blue dots like from a hospital.
I soon learned that above the main house was another building. Actually, it was all the same building, but it was called a different building. Above was a church. A church that my cousin Bobby had failed to mention to me in all of our phonecalls. As I stared him in the face he didn't look the least bit guilty, but he looked old. His face was creased and worn, even though I knew he couldn't have been over 23. His beard was long and untamed, and his clothes baggy, something I had never seen before.
He lead me upstairs and we sat on a dark finished pew with red cushions. Savannah and Kristin joined us. He told me that God had contacted him, and that God told him that he was the only one that he could contact, that no other human would listen hard enough to hear what he was saying. I was frightened. Savannah and Kristin looked at me with very serious faces, Kristin was still plump and pasty white. Her clothes hadn't changed much, worn T-shirts stained with dirt, baby-vomit, and sweat, paired with ripped sweatpants.
Savannah stared at me, waiting for some type of reply, I had none. Her looks had changed drastically. Her emo-goth look with her dyed black hair had disapeared. Instead sat a pudgier, lighter looking person. She wore no make-up, and as I looked around, I realized that Kristin didn't either. Her light-blonde hair was cut to her chin, in a 90's-esqe fashion. She wore a crisp white t-shirt underneath a pair of beige courdory overall-shorts that I swear she owned at seven or eight. Her lips seperated as if she was going to speak, but the words finally came from Bobby's mouth.
He explained that he understood any shock that I may be going through, but that he would like me to open my mind to the word of God before I judged so haistily. I decided to give him a chance, and with that oppourtunity, he decided to show me around his institution.
First we visited the nursery, and I automatically recognized two of my cousin Kristin's kids. Issac and Aaron, her oldests. They were helping the younger children play and eat and even changed their dipers. Issac was 10, Aaron 9. Bobby explained that eight of the children were Kristin's kids, 4 were savanah's, and 17 were his with various "disciples of the church".
More in next post. I decided to right about this dream because it was so vivid and detailed. I have never had a dream that had so much to it, and that I remembered so much of. I will try to either draw(which I am terrible at) what some of this looks like, or find pictures that resemble it.
If you are still reading I applaud you. My writing is disjointed and mispelled the majority of the time. Part of this is that I am recalling this from my memory, and some details seem unclear, so I skip them. If you have ever had a dream that was so detailed and long, please share with me! I am interested to hear about it! If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Ha I love how I am acting like someone will actually read this!
Love,
Naik
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