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jchrisobrien ([personal profile] jchrisobrien) wrote2004-07-14 09:49 am

Another dream post



Is a nightmare still a nightmare if you aren't really scared when you wake up? If your dream deals with the end of the world, White Wolf style, it probably counts as a nightmare. It all started with a riot in the streets. Gunshots in the distance, the cries of the crowd. I had a horrible sense of deja vu, like I had this dream before and knew it ended in ruin. I watched a friend of mine walking to her death, helpless to prevent her or stop her. Her elders were calling her home, to consume her, and though her mind rebelled her body moved on autopilot, inevitable.

No one was calling me home, but home is where I needed to be. I raced through the streets, coincidentally finding a car with the keys still in it. The drive home was panicked, but I finally arrived, as did a number of my friends. We gathered up what we could, loading up cars. We had to leave the city, and get as far into the country as we could. The further from the cities, the more likely we could be safe. There was a tense moment while the rest of the decided whether I should come with them. They decided I could, and I wasted no time in climbing into the back of their truck.

We stopped in a small town, and I thought we were far enough away. I was wrong. I watched a ball of light in the sky, as it swelled in size, filling my vision. I stretched out my hands to touch two of my friends on either side of me. I focused on a shield to cover and protect us from the explosion. The light pulsed, there was a moment of silence. I distinctly heard a disembodied voice say "failure"

The shockwave hit, light and heat hurling me backwards, but not hurting me. I watched my friends dissolve in the light, becoming nothing. I heard their cries. I spent the rest of the dream walking through the town. There was no one left, no sign of human presence. Just a shell of a town.

Add a dash of popular culture, a cup of emotions, and 2 teaspoons of imagination. Combine in the subconscious and cook for several hours, and you have a meal worthy to be served.... in the Twilight Zone.

Oooh!

[identity profile] catling.livejournal.com 2004-07-14 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
Was I in the dream? Who was I, if so, and what happened to me?

Hey man, if the world ends this Fall, I might be in Boston for it. Lets pray that is not how it plays out.