Dream Logged: 06/07 June 2002
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conflictionIt starts in a school classroom. Usual lay out, with a ring of tables around the outside, and a two rows of tables in the middle. The difference here, is that the row around the outside, goes all the way around... purposely done this way by the bored pupils who occupy the room... we seem to be waiting for something... an exam maybe?
I am very solemn... just sitting there, looking around the room and thinking to myself about various aspects of life... pondering the ins and outs of the universe... and mostly making sure I don't keep eye contact with anyone i don't like for too long.
Back to the lay out of the room. There are two colours of chair. Two people can play the game at once. All chairs are pulled out from under the tables as if someone is about to sit on them... all chairs occupied are left alone. Each player has to put all of their colour chairs under the table and put one chair, specially designated, ontop of the table... then race to a ball of some kind, and place it ontop of the chair that is ontop of the table. The game get interesting as each player can pull the other players chairs out from under the tables... thus, chaos ensues. The game pursues with Tom Cosker and Robert Ash I think. I just watch them play, contemplating what I'd do in their positions. The match ends with a clear victory from Cosker. Someone must now volunteer to challenge the winner. There is a silence... no body wants to challenge him, and the game looks like it's going to end.
For most of my life I've been looked down upon. I've been bullied, called names, excluded from activities, and generally not been accepted by the majority of people in my life. In a dream world however, I know it's a dream... so I know it's a test of some kind. This current event in the dream can be analysed as being the point in my life at which I decide to do something about my position, and my reputation in their eyes.
I sit still... looking around the quiet room... catching the eye of Richard Matheson... who nods like he does, and looks down at his work as if to say 'I'm not palyin'. Looking around some more, I decide that there is a reason for these people inactivity... it is up to me to make a decision. I stand up, and everyones eyes focus on me... especially Tom, who lets out a small, short, snorting laugh.
"Come on then, let him play..." states some pupil who I can't recall.
"Do you know the rules Jamie?" asks another random pupil.
They called me Jamie... I hadn't been called Jamie for ages... these people didn't know anything about me.
"Yeah" I say, as a snappy response, "Let's get on with it"
All the chairs had been pulled out from under the tables and moved around the class room, to give the game a different feel to last time. All of a sudden... we're off, running around the class room, pushing chairs under the tables, trying to decide quickly as we run, which chairs are ours and which are the opposing players.
In my dreams you have to understand that I've had many years of bending the rules of reality that my conscience is used to. Much like the Matrix, but I've been doing it many years before the Matrix was released. I've learnt rudimentary flying skills, with the power of my mind as it were. I've learnt acrobatics, martial arts, learnt how to run faster, punch harder, push myself further than any human being could imagine in real life.
Back to the game... I'm running around... faster than most people would expect someone to move in a confined place with turnings every 10 or so metres. I'm pushing the chairs under with my right hand in front of me and correcting their positions under the table with my left hand behind me. You may of guessed this means I'm running anti-clockwise... to which you are correct. Cutting to the chase... the game gets near the end, and me, the supposed non sporty person, is tying with Tom (not necessarily THE Tom, just a figure representing successful popular people). We both put our final designated chairs on top of the tables, and turn towards the ball... It is instantly obvious to me that he will be getting the ball first onto his chair... at this point the dream goes into slow motion... like life does when ones body is pumped full of adrenaline... I spin around, and kick one of his chairs out from under the table... then summersault over to the ball, which he is obliged to put down because he has to replace his chair. I pick it up, and turn to see that he has made it to his chair and placed it under... at this point I could just run to my chair and put the ball on it and win... but I don't. I put the ball down again... tempting him to get it and win, while also setting myself up to show off within this dream world. He runs over and sweeps up the ball in his right hand... swinging his body to the left and his right hand under him, he makes a full anti-clockwise circle and his right hand comes around over his left hand side... he spins... the ball starts coming down towards the chair... he thinks he's going to win. Little does he know that I've used those few seconds to systematically go around the whole classroom and remove every single one of his coloured chairs.
He stands there speechless... his hand seems frozen in time, hovering above his single chair. Everyone stares at me then at him. I haven't even broken a sweat. I breathe in slowly... then breathe out just as slow. I grin out the corner of my mouth. Tom goes to his seat, and sits down... obviously in shock, and obviously knowing that he can't win. I get the ball and put it on my chair... thus, crowning myself champion... although, no one else considers it a win... they don't want to comprehend it... they ignore it, push it to the back of their minds... But I know I won... and that's all that matters to me.
The dream skips forward an unknown amount of years. It isn't too many, and I am obviously still friends with Caz and Matt, as we are walking together down a highstreet similar in layout to Baldock highstreet... but quite different in content... more modern, with a large shopping mall across the road from the Mayflower... The high street itself takes four zebra crossings to get across. It's night time, and the ground glistens as you realise it's just recently rained.
We are messin around, joking and laughing, obviously very good friends after all these years. We get to the zebra crossing, at which Caz and Matt decide to race across. I'm usually quite a 'party pooper' at these types of games in real life... letting people get on with it. But I know this is a dream. Time for something different. I see them run off, and they get to the first traffic island. They turn around and yell at me to hurry up... start walking, oblivious to traffic, and tell them that I'll bet them I can beat them both. They turn and run making it to the second traffic island with ease... as I walk up onto the first. Caz turns and shouts at me that I'm going to lose.
It's at this point I develop my latest 'in dream' power. Well, I develop two powers, but we'll get to the second in a minute. I stare at the third, last, traffic island. I then feel an upsurge of what I can only describe with the word 'energy', through my body.
Matt is in front of Caz... as he obviously didn't stop at the second island. Caz is however catching up, being the faster runner, and more on form than Matt. (No offence Matt). Matt makes it to the third island first and carries on with the smell of victory around him. Caz is however burning it up behind him, and it is obvious to Caz that he will over take and win.
Matt skids to a halt in amazement, while Caz slams into the back of him, nearly making them both fall over.
I walk up to the second island, grinning to myself.
In the distance, on the far side of the road, I have projected an image of myself, standing there, arms crossed.
Caz composes himself, and asks, "How the hell did you do that?"
The image points past both of them.
Caz turns and sees me walking towards the third island.
"What the Fuck?"
I start laughing almost uncontrollably.
The both of them, having obviously known me for a while, and in the dream world at least, must know all about these 'abilities' i have. They both start to laugh, and Matt congratulates the winner... that being me. Acknowledgement from people I care about, feels all too good. Caz then passes me a challenge.
"Ok then." He says, with that challenging twang people have in their voices at this time. "You definitely win, IF, you can properly appear on the far curb!"
At this time I'm standing on the third island. Caz and Matt are very close to the curb. This is my second power that I learn in tonights dreaming session. I concentrate on what I did before, to project an image of myself... but close my eyes, and imagine 'being' on the far curb. What I would see, hear, smell, taste, touch... when I open my eyes. The position of everything around me, and it's relevance to my newly acquired position. It became a mixture of my imagining these things, and the senses flowing into me. That 'energy' overwhelmed me this time, and then it was over. Silence. I opened my eyes, and the world around me, hit me in the face, as if to wake me up.
"Holy Shit!" Shouted Caz.
It had worked... I had somehow 'teleported' myself, for want of a better word, to the curb side.
The amazement died down, and we all acknowledged my new found ability.
Could come in handy one day.
We walked to the Shopping Mall... I bumped into an old acquaintance, she gave me her phone number... maybe I'd pulled? Who cares... Caz and Matt had walked off, so I ran and caught up with them.
The dream skips forward another unknown amount of years.
I'm still in Baldock... and hell... I feel unfortunate to be here. Never felt sadder for myself. I'm missing... I'm not lost... but I'm missing. I feel empty. I look around. Lonely. Yet the streets are buzzing. BAM! The noise sobers me up. Though I'm not intoxicated. However, the smell wants to change that. I feel like I've lost everyone, my friends, my family... my life.
The street is humming. Not the noise type of 'humming'... but the slang term, for 'fucking stinks'. The highstreet is almost the same as it used to be, though there are no multiple zebra crossings... and quite high above the surface of the road, a four lane train track, like a monorail track, but with fast trains utilizing it, is supported by large pillars. A train speeds by and then decelaretes alarmingly as it turns a corner, towards, I assume, Royston road. I somehow 'know' there is a train station around that way... i've obviously been here for years. I'm older now... mid 20's possibly. How did the world turn into this shit hole?
I turn and face a tall building... it looks almost derelict. I realise that it used to be where the Mayflower was. It's been built up in a flat type building. I don't mess around, and jump high enough to see into the windows... i hover for a second, and then climb through. I go over to a bed, and lay on it. This is obviously a squatting/hostel type place. I look around, and the room is full of girls, some asleep, some crying, most of them dirty.
I fall asleep. The nightmares begin again. They had been haunting me since 'it' happened. I see their faces again. Their pain and agony almost becomes mine. Why? Why were they killing off the men? Why did they have to die? I saw them get killed. Right in the street outside. My mind flashes images at me... blood... screams... I wake up, and sit upright. Sweat pours off of me.
A girl comes over and sits on my bed. I don't realy know her, but we all try and be friends here. A few of the girls in the distance look puzzled at her presence. I shrug it off, and I look back at this girl. She isn't beautiful, by far. But beauty stopped being a factor in life years before. I looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I was lost. Normally, this would be immoral, maybe? She slid her hand across my chest. I lifted my right hand and stroked the side of her back, over her top. I knew that I shouldn't, but why? Why shouldn't i? I was being hunted. I may never be able to experience this, ever. Facing death everyday does this to a man. I needed comfort... I needed to be held. She lifted the covers, and got in ontop of me. Her warm body. I shivered. I hadn't felt this close to anyone, since... since... a tear rolled down my face. She held me. I felt close to someone again. I forgot about everything. I let myself go, nothing seemed to exist but me and her. I put my arms around her... they met at the back. I put my hands up her top, and rubbed her back, sliding them across her flesh... tenderly grabbing her flesh between my finger and thumb. She was doing the same to me... but getting more aggressive.
She was breaking the mood. I snapped out of my bliss. I looked at her. Her eyes had changed. I was no longer lost in her eyes, but running. Her eyebrows screwed up, as if she was mad. She sat up ontop of me and slipped her hands behind her. My hands had slipped down too, over her ass... until they hit a holster of some kind. I pulled my hand away... how stupid. She revealed her hands again, brandishing a knife like instrument. It was hard to actually get knives anymore, any weapon infact. She hastily swang her arms in an arcing motion... and the object pierced my flesh. I could here the sound of gas leaking. Like a ballon that was being let down slowly. I tried to breathe, but gargled instead. She swang again, but I clumsily blocked her with my arm, and she slashed it instead. Blood sprinkled down through the air. Time had slowed down again. I watched it fall. No. I could feel it falling. It hit me, making that satisfying splatting noise it does in the movies.
I tried to take another breath.
I grabbed her wrist as she brought it up for another swing. I had control. I pushed her really hard dead centre in her chest... knocking her backwards over the edge of the bed, the covers flowing behind her. I started to get up. I looked around the room. Everyone was half watching, half shitting themselves. They had known this was going to happen. How did I let myself not realise? Idiot!
She lept up onto the bed again... her eyes were almost on fire. She screamed and jumped at me as if she was about to belly flop into a swimming pool. The knife came down so fast. I twisted to the right, catching her wrists again... i pushed them through the whole arc they should of made, so that the knife was now point upwards. She stabbed herself on landing. Yelling in pain... and then silence. I broke her neck. How did I not sense this before? She was a robot of some kind. More like a Cyborg... enhanced human clone type thing. I knew I was in shit now.
The noise started outside. It was deafening. It had to be. It had to drown out all the noise around it. It wasn't a siren as such, but is defiantely them. No one really knew who they were. Whether they were our Governemnt, or a foreign ruling body, or the New World Order, or hell, even invading aliens... They were the enemy. They looked like us, but they ruled us. They used us. They kill us off. Why?
I didn't know why. I gave up trying to know why. I wanted it all to end, especially after they killed off everyone I knew. I escaped that day. I don't know how, I just escaped. Maybe it was the teleporting ability i had? I don't know. All I do know is that I was picked up by a rebel. I never knew his name. He never knew mine. Not many people had names these days... they'd all been so traumatized and brain washed. He took me around with him all the time. I never left his side. I learned everything from him. How to kill them. Where best to catch them. How to escape. He was my God. He was my Hope. He was my Saviour.
Then he vanished.
That's when i lost all hope. I had lost my way in life once more.
The sirens grew louder. The windows began to flicker in the black light. That's how i can best describe it. Black.
"Come out of the building and give yourself up"
They had found me. The robot was the biggest clue. I knew I should of moved on, but this was my home town. It was inevitable they would find me. I guess I was ready for it in a way.
I wasn't ready for this though.
The arm smashed through the Window. The hand alone was huge... big enough to pick me up. Robotic I thought to myself. How wrong I was.
"Just give up" The huge Cyborg shouted. He was obviously one of the best things the oppressive rulers had.
I tried to hide... only finding that most of the undersides of the beds were already taken by whimpering girls. My bed was broken. I grabbed my covers up off the floor, and hide under them. I looked out from under them, and saw an eye looking through the windows.
"I can see you" he boomed.
"No Shit" I thought to myself, as I stared directly into it. I got up, and ran towards the window, a new sense of confidence had come from no where. I had a plan. Funny how this plan involved running... maybe that's why it seemed so good. I dived out of the window and into the streets below. I didn't have to worry about cars, as they had fled. I ran towards the train station as fast as I could... which was pretty damn fast.
I arrived at the station, knowing I had no passport to travel. You needed one to travel anywhere. I ran up the stairs, barging my way past pesky guards... they worked for the rulers in order to make a living... that pissed me off. Did they not realise that they would die one day too? A train was about to pull away... I jumped onto the train just as the doors shut.
It was almost completely packed. Unluckily for me, it was full of sympathizers of the rulers. Every carriage had at least two troops in it. The rebel who saved me used to hunt on trains. It was confined and moving at hundreds of miles an hour. He could kill and be in another town all at once. I remember him teaching me. We'd materialize weapons out of thin air. Specific weapons to combat the troops. Namely, drugs. After injecting the troops with drugs, we'd push them off the moving train, killing them.
I looked around me. Two troops were getting up out of their seats at the back of the carriage. I ran towards them and raised my hand just as a syringe appeared in it. The troops raised their weapons, but I sped up and had injected them before they had a chance to release the safety on their guns. I pushed them forcibly through the window, smashing it in the process.
I turned to the other carriage. I could see past everyone in my own carriage... they were stunned into silence. The troops in the next carriage hadn't stirred. I had made it.
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The rest of the dream involves me getting a chick to put me on her passport as a travelling companion. I kill more troops and slowly realise that I am the last of the race that can do what I do. She tries to escape because she knows I'll be attracting lots of attention from the rulers. After chasing her, killing troops, rescuing people, doing cool things, I teleport to a machine at which she is trying to remove me from her card. She thought she was going to make it, but is then amazed at me beating her there. She starts to have faith in me and I talk her into helping me. The Dream ends around here.
Is it my futile fight against the rulers?
Will I win?
Will I get the girl? :P
Who knows?
All I know is that it was a cool dream, and if you read it all, then be thankful that I left LOTS out... if you didn't read it all, then I don't blame you... it's 7 pages long :)
Someone tell me how to make this shorter... by making that link thing...please :)
I am very solemn... just sitting there, looking around the room and thinking to myself about various aspects of life... pondering the ins and outs of the universe... and mostly making sure I don't keep eye contact with anyone i don't like for too long.
Back to the lay out of the room. There are two colours of chair. Two people can play the game at once. All chairs are pulled out from under the tables as if someone is about to sit on them... all chairs occupied are left alone. Each player has to put all of their colour chairs under the table and put one chair, specially designated, ontop of the table... then race to a ball of some kind, and place it ontop of the chair that is ontop of the table. The game get interesting as each player can pull the other players chairs out from under the tables... thus, chaos ensues. The game pursues with Tom Cosker and Robert Ash I think. I just watch them play, contemplating what I'd do in their positions. The match ends with a clear victory from Cosker. Someone must now volunteer to challenge the winner. There is a silence... no body wants to challenge him, and the game looks like it's going to end.
For most of my life I've been looked down upon. I've been bullied, called names, excluded from activities, and generally not been accepted by the majority of people in my life. In a dream world however, I know it's a dream... so I know it's a test of some kind. This current event in the dream can be analysed as being the point in my life at which I decide to do something about my position, and my reputation in their eyes.
I sit still... looking around the quiet room... catching the eye of Richard Matheson... who nods like he does, and looks down at his work as if to say 'I'm not palyin'. Looking around some more, I decide that there is a reason for these people inactivity... it is up to me to make a decision. I stand up, and everyones eyes focus on me... especially Tom, who lets out a small, short, snorting laugh.
"Come on then, let him play..." states some pupil who I can't recall.
"Do you know the rules Jamie?" asks another random pupil.
They called me Jamie... I hadn't been called Jamie for ages... these people didn't know anything about me.
"Yeah" I say, as a snappy response, "Let's get on with it"
All the chairs had been pulled out from under the tables and moved around the class room, to give the game a different feel to last time. All of a sudden... we're off, running around the class room, pushing chairs under the tables, trying to decide quickly as we run, which chairs are ours and which are the opposing players.
In my dreams you have to understand that I've had many years of bending the rules of reality that my conscience is used to. Much like the Matrix, but I've been doing it many years before the Matrix was released. I've learnt rudimentary flying skills, with the power of my mind as it were. I've learnt acrobatics, martial arts, learnt how to run faster, punch harder, push myself further than any human being could imagine in real life.
Back to the game... I'm running around... faster than most people would expect someone to move in a confined place with turnings every 10 or so metres. I'm pushing the chairs under with my right hand in front of me and correcting their positions under the table with my left hand behind me. You may of guessed this means I'm running anti-clockwise... to which you are correct. Cutting to the chase... the game gets near the end, and me, the supposed non sporty person, is tying with Tom (not necessarily THE Tom, just a figure representing successful popular people). We both put our final designated chairs on top of the tables, and turn towards the ball... It is instantly obvious to me that he will be getting the ball first onto his chair... at this point the dream goes into slow motion... like life does when ones body is pumped full of adrenaline... I spin around, and kick one of his chairs out from under the table... then summersault over to the ball, which he is obliged to put down because he has to replace his chair. I pick it up, and turn to see that he has made it to his chair and placed it under... at this point I could just run to my chair and put the ball on it and win... but I don't. I put the ball down again... tempting him to get it and win, while also setting myself up to show off within this dream world. He runs over and sweeps up the ball in his right hand... swinging his body to the left and his right hand under him, he makes a full anti-clockwise circle and his right hand comes around over his left hand side... he spins... the ball starts coming down towards the chair... he thinks he's going to win. Little does he know that I've used those few seconds to systematically go around the whole classroom and remove every single one of his coloured chairs.
He stands there speechless... his hand seems frozen in time, hovering above his single chair. Everyone stares at me then at him. I haven't even broken a sweat. I breathe in slowly... then breathe out just as slow. I grin out the corner of my mouth. Tom goes to his seat, and sits down... obviously in shock, and obviously knowing that he can't win. I get the ball and put it on my chair... thus, crowning myself champion... although, no one else considers it a win... they don't want to comprehend it... they ignore it, push it to the back of their minds... But I know I won... and that's all that matters to me.
The dream skips forward an unknown amount of years. It isn't too many, and I am obviously still friends with Caz and Matt, as we are walking together down a highstreet similar in layout to Baldock highstreet... but quite different in content... more modern, with a large shopping mall across the road from the Mayflower... The high street itself takes four zebra crossings to get across. It's night time, and the ground glistens as you realise it's just recently rained.
We are messin around, joking and laughing, obviously very good friends after all these years. We get to the zebra crossing, at which Caz and Matt decide to race across. I'm usually quite a 'party pooper' at these types of games in real life... letting people get on with it. But I know this is a dream. Time for something different. I see them run off, and they get to the first traffic island. They turn around and yell at me to hurry up... start walking, oblivious to traffic, and tell them that I'll bet them I can beat them both. They turn and run making it to the second traffic island with ease... as I walk up onto the first. Caz turns and shouts at me that I'm going to lose.
It's at this point I develop my latest 'in dream' power. Well, I develop two powers, but we'll get to the second in a minute. I stare at the third, last, traffic island. I then feel an upsurge of what I can only describe with the word 'energy', through my body.
Matt is in front of Caz... as he obviously didn't stop at the second island. Caz is however catching up, being the faster runner, and more on form than Matt. (No offence Matt). Matt makes it to the third island first and carries on with the smell of victory around him. Caz is however burning it up behind him, and it is obvious to Caz that he will over take and win.
Matt skids to a halt in amazement, while Caz slams into the back of him, nearly making them both fall over.
I walk up to the second island, grinning to myself.
In the distance, on the far side of the road, I have projected an image of myself, standing there, arms crossed.
Caz composes himself, and asks, "How the hell did you do that?"
The image points past both of them.
Caz turns and sees me walking towards the third island.
"What the Fuck?"
I start laughing almost uncontrollably.
The both of them, having obviously known me for a while, and in the dream world at least, must know all about these 'abilities' i have. They both start to laugh, and Matt congratulates the winner... that being me. Acknowledgement from people I care about, feels all too good. Caz then passes me a challenge.
"Ok then." He says, with that challenging twang people have in their voices at this time. "You definitely win, IF, you can properly appear on the far curb!"
At this time I'm standing on the third island. Caz and Matt are very close to the curb. This is my second power that I learn in tonights dreaming session. I concentrate on what I did before, to project an image of myself... but close my eyes, and imagine 'being' on the far curb. What I would see, hear, smell, taste, touch... when I open my eyes. The position of everything around me, and it's relevance to my newly acquired position. It became a mixture of my imagining these things, and the senses flowing into me. That 'energy' overwhelmed me this time, and then it was over. Silence. I opened my eyes, and the world around me, hit me in the face, as if to wake me up.
"Holy Shit!" Shouted Caz.
It had worked... I had somehow 'teleported' myself, for want of a better word, to the curb side.
The amazement died down, and we all acknowledged my new found ability.
Could come in handy one day.
We walked to the Shopping Mall... I bumped into an old acquaintance, she gave me her phone number... maybe I'd pulled? Who cares... Caz and Matt had walked off, so I ran and caught up with them.
The dream skips forward another unknown amount of years.
I'm still in Baldock... and hell... I feel unfortunate to be here. Never felt sadder for myself. I'm missing... I'm not lost... but I'm missing. I feel empty. I look around. Lonely. Yet the streets are buzzing. BAM! The noise sobers me up. Though I'm not intoxicated. However, the smell wants to change that. I feel like I've lost everyone, my friends, my family... my life.
The street is humming. Not the noise type of 'humming'... but the slang term, for 'fucking stinks'. The highstreet is almost the same as it used to be, though there are no multiple zebra crossings... and quite high above the surface of the road, a four lane train track, like a monorail track, but with fast trains utilizing it, is supported by large pillars. A train speeds by and then decelaretes alarmingly as it turns a corner, towards, I assume, Royston road. I somehow 'know' there is a train station around that way... i've obviously been here for years. I'm older now... mid 20's possibly. How did the world turn into this shit hole?
I turn and face a tall building... it looks almost derelict. I realise that it used to be where the Mayflower was. It's been built up in a flat type building. I don't mess around, and jump high enough to see into the windows... i hover for a second, and then climb through. I go over to a bed, and lay on it. This is obviously a squatting/hostel type place. I look around, and the room is full of girls, some asleep, some crying, most of them dirty.
I fall asleep. The nightmares begin again. They had been haunting me since 'it' happened. I see their faces again. Their pain and agony almost becomes mine. Why? Why were they killing off the men? Why did they have to die? I saw them get killed. Right in the street outside. My mind flashes images at me... blood... screams... I wake up, and sit upright. Sweat pours off of me.
A girl comes over and sits on my bed. I don't realy know her, but we all try and be friends here. A few of the girls in the distance look puzzled at her presence. I shrug it off, and I look back at this girl. She isn't beautiful, by far. But beauty stopped being a factor in life years before. I looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I was lost. Normally, this would be immoral, maybe? She slid her hand across my chest. I lifted my right hand and stroked the side of her back, over her top. I knew that I shouldn't, but why? Why shouldn't i? I was being hunted. I may never be able to experience this, ever. Facing death everyday does this to a man. I needed comfort... I needed to be held. She lifted the covers, and got in ontop of me. Her warm body. I shivered. I hadn't felt this close to anyone, since... since... a tear rolled down my face. She held me. I felt close to someone again. I forgot about everything. I let myself go, nothing seemed to exist but me and her. I put my arms around her... they met at the back. I put my hands up her top, and rubbed her back, sliding them across her flesh... tenderly grabbing her flesh between my finger and thumb. She was doing the same to me... but getting more aggressive.
She was breaking the mood. I snapped out of my bliss. I looked at her. Her eyes had changed. I was no longer lost in her eyes, but running. Her eyebrows screwed up, as if she was mad. She sat up ontop of me and slipped her hands behind her. My hands had slipped down too, over her ass... until they hit a holster of some kind. I pulled my hand away... how stupid. She revealed her hands again, brandishing a knife like instrument. It was hard to actually get knives anymore, any weapon infact. She hastily swang her arms in an arcing motion... and the object pierced my flesh. I could here the sound of gas leaking. Like a ballon that was being let down slowly. I tried to breathe, but gargled instead. She swang again, but I clumsily blocked her with my arm, and she slashed it instead. Blood sprinkled down through the air. Time had slowed down again. I watched it fall. No. I could feel it falling. It hit me, making that satisfying splatting noise it does in the movies.
I tried to take another breath.
I grabbed her wrist as she brought it up for another swing. I had control. I pushed her really hard dead centre in her chest... knocking her backwards over the edge of the bed, the covers flowing behind her. I started to get up. I looked around the room. Everyone was half watching, half shitting themselves. They had known this was going to happen. How did I let myself not realise? Idiot!
She lept up onto the bed again... her eyes were almost on fire. She screamed and jumped at me as if she was about to belly flop into a swimming pool. The knife came down so fast. I twisted to the right, catching her wrists again... i pushed them through the whole arc they should of made, so that the knife was now point upwards. She stabbed herself on landing. Yelling in pain... and then silence. I broke her neck. How did I not sense this before? She was a robot of some kind. More like a Cyborg... enhanced human clone type thing. I knew I was in shit now.
The noise started outside. It was deafening. It had to be. It had to drown out all the noise around it. It wasn't a siren as such, but is defiantely them. No one really knew who they were. Whether they were our Governemnt, or a foreign ruling body, or the New World Order, or hell, even invading aliens... They were the enemy. They looked like us, but they ruled us. They used us. They kill us off. Why?
I didn't know why. I gave up trying to know why. I wanted it all to end, especially after they killed off everyone I knew. I escaped that day. I don't know how, I just escaped. Maybe it was the teleporting ability i had? I don't know. All I do know is that I was picked up by a rebel. I never knew his name. He never knew mine. Not many people had names these days... they'd all been so traumatized and brain washed. He took me around with him all the time. I never left his side. I learned everything from him. How to kill them. Where best to catch them. How to escape. He was my God. He was my Hope. He was my Saviour.
Then he vanished.
That's when i lost all hope. I had lost my way in life once more.
The sirens grew louder. The windows began to flicker in the black light. That's how i can best describe it. Black.
"Come out of the building and give yourself up"
They had found me. The robot was the biggest clue. I knew I should of moved on, but this was my home town. It was inevitable they would find me. I guess I was ready for it in a way.
I wasn't ready for this though.
The arm smashed through the Window. The hand alone was huge... big enough to pick me up. Robotic I thought to myself. How wrong I was.
"Just give up" The huge Cyborg shouted. He was obviously one of the best things the oppressive rulers had.
I tried to hide... only finding that most of the undersides of the beds were already taken by whimpering girls. My bed was broken. I grabbed my covers up off the floor, and hide under them. I looked out from under them, and saw an eye looking through the windows.
"I can see you" he boomed.
"No Shit" I thought to myself, as I stared directly into it. I got up, and ran towards the window, a new sense of confidence had come from no where. I had a plan. Funny how this plan involved running... maybe that's why it seemed so good. I dived out of the window and into the streets below. I didn't have to worry about cars, as they had fled. I ran towards the train station as fast as I could... which was pretty damn fast.
I arrived at the station, knowing I had no passport to travel. You needed one to travel anywhere. I ran up the stairs, barging my way past pesky guards... they worked for the rulers in order to make a living... that pissed me off. Did they not realise that they would die one day too? A train was about to pull away... I jumped onto the train just as the doors shut.
It was almost completely packed. Unluckily for me, it was full of sympathizers of the rulers. Every carriage had at least two troops in it. The rebel who saved me used to hunt on trains. It was confined and moving at hundreds of miles an hour. He could kill and be in another town all at once. I remember him teaching me. We'd materialize weapons out of thin air. Specific weapons to combat the troops. Namely, drugs. After injecting the troops with drugs, we'd push them off the moving train, killing them.
I looked around me. Two troops were getting up out of their seats at the back of the carriage. I ran towards them and raised my hand just as a syringe appeared in it. The troops raised their weapons, but I sped up and had injected them before they had a chance to release the safety on their guns. I pushed them forcibly through the window, smashing it in the process.
I turned to the other carriage. I could see past everyone in my own carriage... they were stunned into silence. The troops in the next carriage hadn't stirred. I had made it.
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The rest of the dream involves me getting a chick to put me on her passport as a travelling companion. I kill more troops and slowly realise that I am the last of the race that can do what I do. She tries to escape because she knows I'll be attracting lots of attention from the rulers. After chasing her, killing troops, rescuing people, doing cool things, I teleport to a machine at which she is trying to remove me from her card. She thought she was going to make it, but is then amazed at me beating her there. She starts to have faith in me and I talk her into helping me. The Dream ends around here.
Is it my futile fight against the rulers?
Will I win?
Will I get the girl? :P
Who knows?
All I know is that it was a cool dream, and if you read it all, then be thankful that I left LOTS out... if you didn't read it all, then I don't blame you... it's 7 pages long :)
Someone tell me how to make this shorter... by making that link thing...please :)