Well, let's get this party started :I Note, I'm just writing them down how I found them written, but anything I add in now will be italicized and labeled with a "NOTE" in parenthesis.
[START]
2009
October
15th
I was in the car with my mom and sister, on the side of the highway in Las Vegas. We were driving back to my moms house from the airport, as I had just arrived from New Hampshire. The car had overheated from the intense summer heat, so we stopped on the side of the road and called a tow truck.
My sister had been silent the whole way, which is unusual, because she is usually talking 'till the world ends. She sat next to me in the back, curled up with her knees to her chest.
I stared out the window.
My mom was talking on the phone, probably informing my stepdad that we would be late.
My sister started crying.
I asked her what was wrong. First mistake.
She launched into a full tragic tale of her loosing her jobs and some bitch saying things about our family.
I was shocked. Usually my sister was stronger than this huddling mess of tears and weakness. What had happened while I was gone?
Apparently, I had asked that outloud, albeit quietly. Second mistake.
My sister heard.
She went from being weak and teary eyed to a crazy mass of rage.
I could see it in her eyes.
She turned to me, grabbed my shoulder in a vice grip, and asked "What the fuck did you just say?"
I flinched. Her nails dug into my skin through my shirt. Her voice quivered in rage. I was starting to freak out.
I was speachless. Third mistake.
She shrieked, startling me and my mom, and with her other hand, made a move to grab my neck.
Oh shit.
She was fast. I never knew she was THAT fast. But, thankfully (or maybe not), my mom was faster. She took hold of my sister while turning around in the drivers seat. That must of hurt, but I couldn't think of that at the current moment. During the whole five seconds this occurred, my sister let go of my shoulder in surprise.
I stared wide eyed at the two of them, my sister struggling to get out of my moms vice grip.
My mom looked at me in the eye, and told me in a chilly, yet motherly voice "Get out of the car. I think it is best if you walked the rest of the way, Tyler."
I stared at them for a few more seconds, before shooting out of the car, and onto the side of the highway. Thank the gods that we were close to my moms house.
But, I couldn't get my sister and her reactions out of my head. It was so different from the last time I saw her. And my mom. She would never, under any circumstances, make me walk. Normally, if worst came to worst, she would have a friend or my stepdad come and pick up whomever needed picking up.
Something strange was going on. I didn't like it. Not one bit.
But the question remained:
What the hell had happened while I was gone?!
June
29th
It began with a cold, merciless wind drifting through the near abandoned city. Dark, bleary clouds blotted the sky, leaving no room for any of the sun and it's soothing warmth. It was all in black and white, no color, no sound. Just standing outside and living gave you a massive headache and made you want to die.
The news had only arrived merely days earlier. The nukes had been launched. We were truly going to die. There was no true escape from this certain death, the international space station had even become a war zone in its own rights, but now they were all dead up there, silently floating as the hunk of metal slowly joined back with the earth and its human creators in death. But still, the people fled into the so called “Safe Zones” the government had set up.
No where was safe on this planet. Not even in your own house, locked up tight with your family and best of friends whom you trusted oh so dearly. No, no one was to be trusted. Turn your back for even one second, and BAM! You’re dead, or whatever they want to do with you. Within days our slightly unstable society went from somewhat orderly to downright chaos. It happened everywhere; there was no escape.
My family and I had been running. Well, the best that we could. If you stayed in one place, you were dead. All the psychos and criminals had escaped. Until we were blown to smithereens, we were in the killers playground now. My family, no, what was left of it, has stopped to take a break from the constant moving. My grandparents, Grammy Sue and Grandpa John; three of my cousins, Stephanie and Jeffery, twins, around 7, and Joshua, ten-ish; my sister, Felecia, 18; and I. that’s all that was left of us. My mother had been with us for a while, but… she had just disappeared and no one would tell me what happened. They’d just look away and go silent.
We made the biggest mistake ever to have stopped. It was at a rest stop area, which was an open building, meaning there was truly no inside to it, except for the bathrooms. We had been standing outside of it, where it had started to snow a little. There was only dull grey gravel anyway, so it blended in with the rest of the surroundings. There had been an air raid siren that was rigged to sound when the “Masters of the Playground” were coming, and boy, did it go off.
We were caught off guard by it, and didn’t have enough time to run into the grey lifeless woods not that far away. The only place we could really hide was in the rest stop building, granted it didn’t give us much cover. Boy, the shit really hit the fan then. We were hiding; I was behind a rather large trashcan, my sister behind a vending machine, my grandfather was still outside, just standing and staring off at us with dead eyes, my grandmother no where to be seen, and my cousins… I may not be religious, but God bless them, they didn’t find any hiding spots. The people who had come had brought these dogs with them.. But those weren’t any normal dogs. They were huge beasts, blood soaked from earlier kills, the red the only defining color in this bleak canvas of a nightmare.
My grandfather just stood there when they released the dogs, and didn’t even flinch when they started tearing into him with their huge teeth and claws. He had merely stared at us with those damned dead, empty eyes. After they were done with him, they went after my cousins, who had started running. The dogs chased them, then started playing with them as is they were some sort of chew toy, tossing them around to each other a few times until their screams subsided soft moans, then proceeded to tear them limb from limb and eat them.
It was until then that I realized I was going to die. I couldn’t even look at my sister, too terrified to take my eyes off the monstrous beasts that were to be my angels of death.
I can’t really remember what had happened, but the next thing I knew was that my sister and I had taken refuge in an abandoned house, which looked extremely like where my grandparents had lived. We had been safe there for a while ( the nukes had destroyed half of the world by now, we were just unfortunate enough to not be hit by the blast radius, or die from the radiation yet), and we had even found a survivor, whom I did not like at all. He was a big muscular man, but really silent and often stared out the window at the snow that had continuously fell.
I had been upstairs, trying to contact anyone on the radio. The remaining faction of law enforcement had picked up my call and said they would be on their way to pick us up and bring us to one of the Safe Zones. Anything was better than this place. My mood was lifted up from the news, and I went to pack and tell Felecia and our fellow survivor the news.
My sister was just an empty shell of who she used to be. You could see it in her eyes. She was lifeless. A walking carcass. I had hoped that with this news she would begin to feel again, and no longer be lifeless. I was so wrong. When the people came to pick us up, she refused. I had pleaded with her to come with, that where we would be going was safe and we could live as if nothing had happened. All she did was look up at me with those dead eyes and I distinctly remember her saying “I’d rather die of radiation poisoning than go.” It broke my heart so much to hear that. Emotions swirled through my chest. Sadness, hate, remorse, regret, emptiness. I couldn’t believe it.
Much after that was blurry, but I do remember being put into a place for people under 20. I think it was at the school that I attend to, and the top floors of the east and west buildings were turned into dormitories. It had these huge, thick lead walls covered with cement bricks surrounding it like a giant grey cube. I had a room mate who was energetic, and didn’t seem to care for what was going on outside the walls of our home. Some things had happened, I can’t recall what exactly, but I had been framed for murder or something. I had been hiding in the playground that was there, and this very official and authoritive woman had been watching me with a sick and twisted smile and amused look on her face. She had told me that I was going to end up just like everyone else outside, and that when I did, she would use me as a puppet to do her bidding or something.
I know I woke up crying from this dream, I think around the last time I saw my sister in this dream. Then I went back to sleep, and voila.
30th
Okay, so I don’t know where to start, but here we go. I think it started with me being a dude, or just seeing through his eyes, and he was flying to his/my house, because he/I was moving out of it. He/I was driving/piloting a fighter jet, and I think a ‘memory’ had flashed in his/my head.
It was when he/I was visiting my brother hunter, my sister Felecia, and my step dad Glenn. I don’t remember seeing my mom. Anyways, he/I had forgotten the videogames I promised my brother I would bring, so when hunter asked, I said I forgot. A later part of that memory was when Glenn had told me I was no longer allowed in the house (I cant remember why), and was forcefully kicked out, my stuff inside still.
So, back in the ‘real’ world, me piloting my jet, landed behind the house. Glenn wasn’t there at the moment, and Felecia had apparently moved out, leaving hunter alone for the moment. I had come back for my stuff, and was in my old room when hunter saw me, and helped me pack my stuff. He was happy to see me, I think. I had most my stuff all packed and ready, when Glenn came back home from wherever, and saw that my room’s light was on and went to investigate. He only saw my brother at first, due to him being in front of me. I just stood there when he took hunter to the living room, and after that, I cant remember what happened.
The next part, I am still a guy, but this time I have some control over things, unlike last time. I think I’m in a facility for testing or whatever, and am with other people, who I recognized, but cant remember names. I think they were either my or the dude’s friends (the guy I see through his eyes). So~, I cant really much remember what exactly happens, but I know I/he is part of this test, and it had to do with a dark purple ball, and something had gone out of control, and the dude had started hyperventilating under a desk of some sorts, while the other people there stared at him in awe (I think), and I think there was blood on his/my hands, or something like that. So, this commander or someone of high power can in, and managed to calm me/him down. By hugging and rubbing of the back. Creepy.
After the test, he/I was under the desk or whatever, and the other testing people were under desk things too. They were conversing about something (sneaky suspicion it was about him/me), and I/he snapped at them, and asking a question… (I think it was “What would you have done?!”) and then the commander person came back in to calm him/me…
After that, I woke up, I think. There might have been something about a train or a tunnel… I cant remember.
2010
March
15th
Short dream. I was at this place wjich was like a carnival of sorts, but in a mall like place (NOTE: If any of you been to Town Square Mall in Vegas, it's kinda like that). Me and my friends were having a good time doing whatever, and for some reason, Obama was there. It was weird. There was a fountain that had rubix cubes in it, and we solved the cubes and when we were finished, we tossed them back in. I woke up shortly after that. At least I think I did.
17th
It started out with me and my sister packing up to leave on a journey or something. Originally, I was to be alone while my sister traveled with a friend of hers that seemed to be weary in my presence. I was able to get my sister to agree to let me travel with them. One we were packed up, we left our very Japanese like traditional house.
We walked through the mountains , and eventually came upon an inn. I believe we stayed there, and my sister grew wary around me. I had wanted to see the infamous duo of the Akatsuki, Itachi and Kisame. I had heard that they were traveling around a Port city, so me and my sister and her friend set off. We could see parts of [the city] when we got closer, still in the mountains. When we arrived, my sister and her friend ditched me in the bustling crowd. I searched everywhere for them, but to no avail. I was now traveling alone.
I traveled alone and around the world. Some part, my dad, step mom, and one of my dad's friends found me walking along a dirt path, so they picked me up. They were in cars. We went adventuring around, sometimes on foot, sometimes on bikes. We stumbled upon an old abandoned house (much like the one I left) on a forked path. The other way led to a mountain path. One night, we were in the house. I was doing something, and I realized I was alone. I ran outside, and the cars and bikes and stuff my dad, step mom, and dad's friends used were gone. They had left me.
Somehow, I ended up in the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge, and it said something like "We're sorry, but we're only doing this to protect you and everyone else". I was sad. I was bound to the house and could not leave. There was a seal on my left arm that "said" so.
I spent my time in the house mulling around, cleaning and randomly doing things. I was in the bathroom when a messenger bird and messenger cat appeared. They both carried messages from my family. I didn't read them, as they most likely said sorry. I wrote messages that said I hated them, and sent the impatient messenger animals away. I was angry. Everything after that is blank.
May
31st
We both stood there, inside the small and cramped button less elevator, waiting. It had to be the slowest one we had been in yet. My claustrophobia had kicked in long ago when we were first forced into this nightmare of a maze.
We, my friend Alex and I, had been discussing whatnot, when we had been knocked out. We had soon woken up in a room connected to a long hallway. The whole place was a mess. The walls were in a state of disrepair and decay, and seemed to ooze blood from every crevice. The floor was like a metal grate, but had some sort of dead plant woven in the bars. It was also dark as hell, and we could barely see the 'ceiling', which was just like the floor. It seemed like some sort of thing seen in Silent Hill.
We had walked for a while, gotten lost, gone up and down many elevators (much to my dismay, and all of them, strangely, had no buttons), and had even considered splitting up, but that idea was quickly diminished when we had heard something slithered near us to the right. We had barely any light to see, but what we saw made us turn tail and run right into the elevator that we were currently in. The.. thing.. whatever it was, was huge, the top of it hitting the ceiling, which was probably 15 feet. I.. we could see long sharp teeth, the plethora of sticky saliva (at lest i though it was, couldn't tell), and we could hear it's growls and hisses as it chased us. Did I mention that it had no freakin' eyes.
This small little elevator was a temporary sanctuary, yes, but maybe to Alex. He didn't have claustrophobia, or even and intense fear of elevators, like me. I envied him for it. The elevator seemed to pick up speed, but only a little. I could only huddle in a corner, shut my eyes tightly and plug my ears to try to get away from it all. That's what I did in a situation in which I couldn't control. It would be my downfall if faced with another monster.
The elevator hiccuped, then stopped with a screech. My heart began beating faster than i thought possible, and I could barely hear Alex mutter a 'Shit..' before the most loudest, most horrifying roar echoed through the elevator shaft, and eventually, the small elevator cart. I had fallen on my knees, and screamed for all i was worth. I was just too scared to care, the massive loads of adrenaline that my brain pumped n my body urged me to just run, run as fast as i could. couldn't concentrate, and I could remember myself jumping up and clawing at the doors. Alex had tried calming me down, being all calm, and succeeded to the point which i stopped screaming and sat with my knees to my chest while he pried open the electrical box and tried to get the elevator running again.
I felt useless, but I knew I couldn't be much of any help, and this place was starting to get to me. I watched Alex 'hot wire' the elevator. It felt like years had passed when he finally got it working again, and as we began ascending again, we heard another roar, closer, and the sound of an adjacent elevator cart plummeting to its doom, whatever passengers it carried screaming until a BOOM and all was silent. Alex and I looked at each other, and I could see he was absolutely terrified.
By the time the elevator had finally stopped and its doors opened, i had fallen asleep. Alex tapped my arm to grab my attention, but when I opened my eyes, he wasn't there. I began to panic, and afraid to step out of the elevator. It began groaning, so I took that as an initiative, and jumped out just as it too, like its predecessor earlier, plummeted. There wasn't any roar of a mystery beast this time, but the fear still clung to me like sweat on an extremely humid day.
I wondered where Alex was. He was the only one out of the two of us who had any sort of weapon. I looked around for something, anything that could be of use. I saw a heavy looking pipe on the wall, almost falling off from age, and decided on trying to take it. Luckily, it wasn't hard to take off the wall. It was heavy, yes, but it would suffice.
I noticed i was covered in blood. I almost dropped my new found weapon in surprise. Where had it come from? Who's blood was it? looked over to the now empty elevator shaft. Was it Alex's blood? I swore I saw something gleam in the blackness of the empty shaft, so I hurried over to a set of double doors and entered them. I made sure the doors were closed before i continued on. I was too scared to investigate.
I walked down the hall, noticing the similarities to a hospital. The Hall was semi wide, and had a gloomy feel to it. A light blue mist had given the place a grayish blue glow. I looked around, and saw that all of the doors were broken in a curious manner. some were broken off their hinges and seemed to have been welded back on, some seemed to have this strange tree like plant growing on it and on the walls. Said walls had a coat of a thick, dark blue substance on it. It was shiny like freshly shed blood, and seemingly gave off a sickly sweet stench. The hall was completely devoid of objects, and as I walked further down, the world around me seemed to get darker and darker, the blue turning into red.
Blood red.
I started running down the hall, randomly turning here and there when an intersection presented itself. Soon enough, the floor started squelching beneath my feet. I made the mistake of looking down at the floor, because when I did, I lost my balance and slipped, resulting in me falling on my ass. The floor was drenched on the same substance on the wall, and was slightly sticky. With a start, i realized that it was blood. And a Shit-ton of it.
I heard a creaking sound in front of me, so i looked up. A set of double doors down the hall and to the right opened slowly, and a static light softly glowed out of the doors, as if a tv was on. I was too damn curious to be afraid, so I slowly got up and made my way to the doors. I entered and was blinded by a light.
When I could see again, I felt like I was in a dream, everything looking like it was being projected out of an ancient movie projector, the world in a purplish gray scale. I could see a me and Alex walking down a hall, talking. I followed, but I made no noise, and when I walked in front of the two, it was like i wasn't there. I realized it was like a memory.
Past me was talking to Past Alex. It went something like this:
Past Alex sighed. He shook his head and looked at Past me. "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to do this. I can't. I give up."
Past me stopped and stared at past Alex as he stopped to turn around to look at her. She stared at him. "What? But why? After getting this far? I-"
"I'm $4000 in debt with them, Tyler! You of all people should know by now how hard money is to get these days! I can't go on! They'll find me! You! They'll..."
Past me put a hand on Past Alex's shoulder. "hey, it'll be alright. I'll help you, and I'm sure the others will too!" she took her backpack off and fished out a torn wallet. She opened it, and took out $50 and gave it to Past Alex. He looked at her.
"but, this is.."
"If it is to help, I'm fine with it."
She held out the two 20's and the ten. Past Alex looked at it. His face became hardened. "I cant take it. its yours."
"But-"
"But nothing! Just forget about it!" He slapped her hand away, making the old bills fall to the ground. He turned around and stalked off. Past me just stood there, watching him stalk off.
The scene dimmed, and eventually went black. When I could see again, I was laying on a metal stair case. I could see through the metal grates that made up the stairs. I didn't like what i saw. It was that thing from before, silently slithering up the stairs. It didn't seem to notice me. I got up as quietly as i could, and tiptoes up the stairs. All was well, until i got up to the last floor, when i heard a yell. My heart jolted. It sounded like Alex. I looked over where a catwalk was and saw Alex, as clean as could be, making a leap of faith to the railing i was next to. I could of sworn he knew he wasn't going to make it. the catwalk scaffolding fell, and a roar sounded. I looked over the railing. It had fallen on the monster.
Alex had caught on the railing last minute. I tried helping him, but the look he gave me stopped me from doing so. It was the look of defeat, defiance, sadness, and emptiness. He looked down below to see the monster, then up at me. he smiled, then let go. I screamed and tried reaching for him. I heard something CRACK and then a roar. I knew he had bought me some time, but I dint want to go. He was the last of the people i knew alive. He sacrificed himself so I could escape. I couldn't put such a sacrifice to waste, so I turned to open the door. It wouldn't open. I tried opening it in anyway i could think of. Still wouldn't budge.
Alex's sacrifice would be vain. I fell on the floor on my knees and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable. I could hear the monster roar and I could hear its claws as it skittered up to where i was. I Felt its hot breath on my face. After a minute or so, i realized it wasn't doing anything. I opened my eyes and looked up, Only to see..
Me. Staring back at me. Drenched in blood. With a fucking scary smile on my/her face. In her hands was Alex's head.
I opened my mouth to scream. Nothing came out. My counterpart opened her mouth, only to lunge at me with her incredibly long and sharp claws and teeth. I raised my arms in a feeble chance top protect myself. Nothing came, yet again, but i could hear her, laughing. It was inhuman, and it sent chills up my spine.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a dream like state again, but instead of me and Alex in a hallway, we were before, on that landing on the staircase. but instead of a monster racing up the stairs, there was nothing.And Alex looked up at me with fear. Like I was the monster. He backed up till his back ht the railing, and I could see him trembling. And I Loved it. I loved seeing him cower in fear. I felt myself grin, grin like how my counterpart did before she lunged at me.
Was I her now? Or was she me? Were we the same?
I walked towards Alex, slowly. He looked behind him, which was then when i struck him. He fell backwards, and clung to the railing with all his might. When I looked over the railing, I knew why. Below us was a bottom less pit, but you could see fire licking at the sides of the pit. If one fell, they were sure to have a slow and painful and antagonizing death.
Alex looked up at me, then down at the pit, then back up at me. With a look of defiance, he let go. I felt myself sneer as he fell. He chose that over me. Was I disappointed that i wasn't able to kill him myself? I felt myself collapsing.
When I came to again, i was in an extremely familiar room. A child's room.
My room when I was younger. I couldn't remember which house it was, though. I saw me, the child me, over by the toys, talking to little fairies and.. The scary me, the one who had Alex's head. She was kneeled next to Child me, grinning, showing razor sharp teeth. Child me didn't take notice of it, or didn't even mind. I could feel myself in all three places, I could see what the other me's could see.
Me who was sitting on her ass staring in disbelief at what she was seeing.
Child me who was playing with her toys while she was talking to her friends and the nice scary lady who came often.
And Other me, who watched child me play while she thought of how she killed child me's parents.
I couldn't believe it. Other me looked over at where I was, then Child me and the faeries looked over. Child me started to tremble, then screamed.
All went white.
I woke up on Child me's bed, all alone in the attic room. I looked around. Everything was just the way it was when i was a child, but all neat and orderly. The only door was welded shut, for some reason being metal. there where scratch marks on the walls, and someone wrote "GO DIE MONSTER!!!" on the walls. I got up, the wooden floor boards beneath me creaking. I saw the room flash with fire, then i was suddenly in a car, laying in the backseat. I heard someone crying, and someone else yelling. But it was all incoherent.
Next thing i knew, I was a wolf like creature, attacking a monster that looked suspiciously like the one I saw in the beginning, but it was orange, and it stood taller than a bid barn. It had many mouths and kind of looked like seaweed. I attacked it, Roaring, screaming, whatever, with all my might. I had began eating it, which apparently was the only way to kill it. It screamed and thrashed around as i killed it bit by bit, before whatever remains collapsed, its blood spurting out like a never ending waterfall. I had done that to save a fuzzy purple boar that looked like a cat.
Still wolf like, I looked up at the sky which suddenly became dark and cloudy. It began to rain blood.
[END]
HNNNNGGG. It's like a clusterfuck of dreams. And it wasn't that many DX Sorry 'bout that, I just want to get all these down and done and over with so I can start on some other stuff (and have a dream update when I need to. Nothing too crazy like this. You'll see when I get there :/ )
I hope you all had a pleasant weekend.
regards,
aXn
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