Posted 08 February 2008 - 02:33 AM
2/8/08
Oh my god, that was a horrible, horrible dream.
It started out nice. I was at my house with three people I know (Friend 1, Friend 2, Puffin). My parents were out, it was about 4 in the morning (which kinda makes sense, since my mom really did wake me around 4 to tell me she was taking dad to the airport), and for who-knows-what reason we decided to play hide-and-seek. We all hid while Friend 2 (who alternated between being two different people) seeked. She found me and Puffin, but couldn't find Friend 1. While she looked upstairs, I took a look in the room she started in and found Friend 1 hiding under the desk, which I found funny at the time. Friend 2 came back downstairs as I walked back out of the room, and she ended up finding her soon after.
Less than a minute later, we all hear footsteps from upstairs. Like, actual footsteps, when no one's home. We freak quietly and listen - sure enough, even more footsteps, and the only way we can get out is through a really squeaky cellar door. Instead of trying the door, we go into the room that Friend 2 started seeking from, and I called the police. My tone was hushed, and then all of a sudden we heard someone coming downstairs. I hid under one desk while the others hid in other places in the room, and we all waited, barely able to breathe...and then we found out that Friend 1's dad had decided to come pick us up, and for god knows what reason decided to come IN MY HOUSE rather than call. Naturally, I was ticked.
But that's not what made the dream horrible.
In the next part, I was with Shadow at this convention. We were hanging around waiting to see this guy who made mecha, who turned out to look just like a little Asian kid. We waited, and waited some more, and then just as it was near our turn we got distracted and began hitting each other over the head. When we turned around, the line had extended for ages, so we went to the end of the line. After a while, we left that booth.
Next, we headed to this long table, where three people were running another demonstration. Before they started, one of them received a phone call from the convention phone on the wall. The three exchanged a scared look and quickly, silently began packing up. I was the only one who seemed to notice. I had also heard a word being spoken over the phone, like a code word you'd hear to warn people of danger. I began packing up as well (though all I took was one of my bags with a majority of my things), but what I did differently than the people running the demonstration was that I warned the people nearest me that something was up, and that we should get out fast. I also see a few other people leaving quickly, though most people didn't seem to be worried. As I stood, I heard one of the people supposed to be running the booth whisper to another, "Shouldn't we tell them?" and the other people shook their head and said no, that they just needed to get out themselves.
Needless, I left as fast as I could. I lost Shadow somewhere along the way, and I found a female police officer hanging out by a police car right outside the convention. I ran up to her and told her what I had seen, and told her we needed to find a way to get everyone else out, and she looked at me incredulously. "You don't know what that meant?" she asked me, referring to the word I had heard from the phone (or rather, letter, since it was the letter T being spoken loudly). "There are different levels..." She named a few that I don't remember. "T is for Terror. It means 'every man for himself' and it refers to the most deadly circumstances. You need to get as far from here as possible."
So I ran. I ran and ran, and I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I ran through places, around places...At one point I found myself staring down a giant hole, where I could see these yellow transportation circles with giant yellow balls to roll into them with. I tested one and found that it landed right on top of the convention center, so I hastily backed away from that one, and I kept testing them until one broke through to the next level. Then I jumped down (and landed easily). Down there, I met this guy who was concerned with collecting these valuable things on the ground. I just shook my head, let him have his things, and kept running down this sewer-like passageway.
After a while, I came to this sign about swords and other such items. I guess in my mind I thought it'd be something to help, so I veered off and did something involving gaining momentum in order to slide quickly (I think I was lying on a skateboard, or something) through the next part of the tunnel. I didn't make it all the way, and that's when the turrets started shooting. I ducked back out of sight, but the turrets were in my way, and so I decided to run at them and bash them in with my head (since apparently it had worked before). I ran at them and quickly did just that, and I came away extremely bloody, yet still conscious (though I didn't feel much more than some dripping, and maybe a slightly cold feeling). Around then was when the older man from the sword shop came out, and he held me carefully while kneeling on the ground. As we sat there, the guards for the turrets (who became some sort of bloodhounds, apparently, from the way they were talking about them) came out, and we heard them talking though we couldn't see them yet. Finally, one of the men came around the corner, and that's when everything started to move slower.
I could hear everything at regular speed, but it was like I could only move in slow motion. There was this music playing in the background, like in a tv show, which was also playing slowly. It was about moving on, and I know at some point in the dream I learned that my aunt died. At this point, it was the excuse that the old man gave as to why we were near the turret station. He sent me off towards where I saw my mom walking with a small black dog, as black was the color of mourning. She said, "Come on, Kamau" to me, and we walked quietly to where the wake was being held. I remember feeling numb while the music played (though I know my aunt's alive in real life), and I remember crying.
I also remember waking up feeling awful, and scared, and all I wanted was to be held...and I don't know much much of that to attribute to the crashing noise I heard just after waking.
