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~Ok, so I wrote this about two years ago when I had this craaazy dream. Keep in mind that I wrote this at 7 o'clock in the morning, so please excuse the grammar/wording. I never had the chance to revise it. Hope you enjoy it:
I had the kewlest dream last night. It was very vague and very long so it's hard to describe everything and get into a lot of detail, but it was spectacular and slightly scary. Also, it was in two parts. I just had to write it down. Well, here it is:
The dream started off with a field trip for school. We were visiting some nature exhibit, when a group of my classmates and I were walking down a path in the woods, we came upon a very peculiar open area. It had a large tree standing in the middle and a small tree house perched on top of it. When we got closer, you could see two ropes coming off of the tree house and connecting with two bigger tree houses on two different trees. My class mates, as curious as they were, decided to climb the big tree and go up into the tree house. I did not follow them. Something didn't feel right about this place. I felt as though I wasn't supposed to be there. I remember walked around the base of the big tree and noticed that my classmates were climbing across the ropes to try and get to the other tree houses. I could see that the ropes were very old and I knew that they could break at any time. I was worried that they would hurt themselves. But, my attention drifted away from them and my eyes fell upon a crooked old mill in the back by a line of trees, covered in vines and other unidentified shrubs. I doubted that it was still in use, but I decided to check it out anyway. I went inside of it, walking through an old, beat-up door and to my surprise their was somebody in it. He was an ugly old man, but he greeted me with pleasure and he had asked me if I wanted to take a tour of the place. I didn't think before I acted, which was my mistake, so I nodded and followed him. He then led me to the basement of the building. As we entered, a chill ran through my body. The wicked feeling that I had felt outside by the tree houses grew strong. The basement was hideous and it gave off a sense of eeriness and displeasure, with its tarnished crome walls, jagged pipes and blood custed stains splattered in evenly throughout the tunnel. We walked deeper and deeper into it and it seemed to go on forever. I wanted to get out. The dread from this place quickly turned into paranoia. Every time something crunched or moved in the slightest way, it would send shock waves down my spine. But, as if I thought I couldn't get any more paranoid, I began to hear voices echoing in the halls. They were faint but I could hear them enough to tell what they were saying. They were telling me to leave the place. I wanted so badly to do as they said, but the man just brought me deeper and deeper into the basement. Then I saw something. It was a girl, a ghost or a vision perhaps. She told me that the place was cursed and if I didn't leave, than I myself would be cursed too. I did not stop. I just kept walking. She said in a cold, raspy voice, "So be it!" I stopped abruptly and she had vanished into thin air. The man didn't appear to see her. He just glanced back at me with a creepy smirk stretche across his hideous face. "Something wrong, miss?" he hissed with amusement. I did not reply. He laughed out loud, almost in an evil fassion and said, "It's too late! I need not take you any further. You will die like the rest of them, you silly girl! Slowly, slowly! The curse will consume you! You will die, you hear me!? DIE! Hahahaha!" I couldn't take it anymore! I ran away in utter fear. I was terrified! I could hear the man chuckling from behind me, loudly and obnoxiously. I had been cursed by this evil place, and the man was behind it all. I had to get out! Far away from here! Far away! I made my way to the door and swung it open with all my might. The sun pierced my eyes as I ran out into the day light. When I came out, I then noticed that the rope, the rope that my classmates had been climbing on, was broken. It must've snapped from the weight. Thankfully nobody had been hurt. They were all hanging out in the other tree house with not a care in the world. I ran over to them and I began to explain to them what had happen to me down in the basement of the mill. They didn't believe me and told me that I must've been imagining it. How I could've imagine something like that is against me, but I knew it was real. It had to be. I was still shaking frantically. What if the man hadn't been lying? What if I really was going to die? I didn't know what to do. Finally, the teachers called us back and we left the place. That was when I awoke from the dream.
After looking back on my interesting dream, I had fallen asleep once again and had the rest of the dream from where it left off. How weird…
The next dream started off in school the following day, where I was telling the rest of the students about my strange experience in the mill. Like my classmates on the field trip, they all did not believe me...with the exception of three people. One of them was a friend that I go to school with (literally), another was some random boy that I did not know, and the other was a bizarre kid named Devin (who I also don't know). Devin was very odd and he seemed to be very concerned with my story. He told me that he thought I really had been cursed and that he thinks he can help me break it. Along with him, the other two students agreed to help me as well. After school that day, we all went over to the library to do some research about the situation. Devin had said that it was the best way to go about finding the truth. We spend hours in the library and found nothing. Not even a trace of evidence. Then Devin developed a look of dread on his face, the kind of look I might have given off when I was in the basement of the mill. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing..." he replied, "...we need to leave. It's getting late." The others and I all agreed and we followed him out of the library. It was already dark out so it was difficult to see. As we walked home, I had spotted something moving through the grass in the field we had been walking through. "What was that?" I asked the others. "Get down!" Devin hollored. "Lay down in the grass! They'll see you." I wondered to myself, who’s they? I did what he said and laid down in the grass with the other two people. I looked up to see what was going on, and I saw the most nasty looking creatures. They had wings, yellow eyes and sharp teeth and claws. They darted out of the trees in our direction. Luckily, they had ran passed us. One of them, I distinctly remember, stepped on the back of my leg. I turned around to see them launching themselves at Devin. I screamed at him to move, but he did not listen. Then he raised his arm and pointed the palm of his hand directly at one of them. A brilliant indigo-colored orb shot out at it and it vanished in a cloud of smoke. I was amazed at what I saw. Devin did it again and again to all of the creatures who came his way, but there were too many. Then, out of nowhere, a group of people came running in from behind the bushes and started blasting the creatures the same way Devin was. I thought, "What the heck is going on?" When the last creature was blasted, Devin ran over to us to make sure we were all okay. He turned to the other people and thanked them all. They didn’t seem too happy with Devin, but they led us away from the scene and to an abandoned building. I was a little hesitant to go inside considering the last time I went into a vacant building, I had a curse put on me. In the building, Devin and the other people explained everything to us. They explained that they were dragon-human hybrids only disguised as humans to protect their identities and that the creatures that attacked them were harpies. The claimed that they were thrown out of the underworld and sentenced for an eternity on earth and that Satin himself had sent creatures after them to kill them. They also mentioned that the basement in the mill where I was cursed was a gateway to hell. Apparently, there had been a massacre there hundreds of years before and ever since, the place resided of evil spirits who curse all that enter. Also, they mentioned that the man who had led me down there was Cerberus in human form and that I only had a week to live before the curse consumed me. Unfortunately, I woke up right after that part. Oh well. Maybe by some chance I’ll have another dream about it later on.
 The Midnight Lotus · Thu May 21, 2009 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments |
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