Post by Arashi on Aug 30, 2008 17:34:32 GMT -5
Alex! I had a dream and you were in it! You were in the last one.
Here are five dreams I had consecutively. I'm going to rewrite them because I was in a hurry to get them down while I remembered what happened. Each dream is divided by the spaces, by the way.
First, my mother, Stain, my grandmother (Nome), my mother's boyfriend (Steve), and I were back at our old place in Omaha. We had walked down quite a hill to get to a fielded area where I spent a lot of time when I lived there. This area, however, had since then been overlayed by buildings and shops. But the five of us found a spot where we could admire the young night sky and absorb its nostalgic serenity.
The stars were prominent; contrasting with the silhouette that was the sky, they harmonized and danced with the moon. The breeze that flowed through was cool and calming.
I walked a little bit ahead of the rest of the group tto be alone while I admired this sensation that I hadn't felt in so many years. A couple minutes later, my grandmother, Nome, said something to us, so we turned to give her our attention. As she was speaking, about twenty feet above her, a medium-sized rock (about a soccer ball-and-a-half) a black stone began to roll down the hill and straight toward her. "Nome! Look out!" I called to her, and she turned just in time to see the boulderette arc around her, narrowly missing her legs.
After sighing with relief, Nome resumed speaking and we resumed to listen. Then another couple of smaller stones began to fall near her, followed by a much larger ball of stone. This time, it was a boulder.
"Nome! Look out!" I called again and this time she moved out of the way, just in time. So she came over to us and away from the hill before she next spoke.
My mother and I were walking down this long, very wide road at the ending of a festival. There were people all around us, cleaning up their booths where they were selling trinkets or performing strange and difficult tasks. Dogs walked at the sides of their owners, kids played while their parents prepared to leave, birds scavenged the smorgisbourg of greasy, sugary foods spread across the ground.
As we walked further along the road, I began to feel a little anxious and scared. I looked around and realized that there were clowns walking with us. I looked down and saw that I was carrying my swords in my sword bag in my left hand. My mother looked at me, knowing what I was thinking, and told me "no." So we walked faster and got ahead of the clowns.
We finally reached the end of the road. There was grass and a few booths that were staying open a bit later. My mother browsed through the trinkets while I looked at the people walking by and began to daydream.
The movie came on and I was particularly excited. It was a new film by the acclaimed artist and director Hiyao Miyazaki and the KALA-dan and I were watching intently. For me, however, it was going to be more than just another great movie- Miyazaki based one of the characters in this movie off of one of the characters in my comic, the character I based off of myself.
The bad guy had just stolen a powerful item and fled on a dragon that took of into the sky. The main character, a young hoe with semi-long brown hair, began to pursue the man until my character stopped her. He took out an ogi (a Japanese-style folding fan) and fanned the air with it. The air before the fan quickly transformed into a white manta ray-like creature with four wings, the tail of a dragon, a sleek and crystalline protruding spine, and a head like this.
We both jumped onto the creature and chased after the thief.
I rewinded the video with my part about four times, until the rest of the KALA got angry at me.
I was at my grandfather's house in Virginia, looking for something to do. The day was pleasant and fading, giving us a cool, somewhat golden and green night. While it was daylight, however, I decided to go drive a little. So I took my grandfather's car and drove up the street. Once I reached the end of the street, I turned right, which brought me uphill on a street near where I lived in Omaha.
For some reason, I stopped the car, mid-way up the hill and let the car drive itself up, using whatever power it strangely had without starting.
The car slowly moved up the hill and I moved to the back seat. The invisible driver brought me up the hill as I spoke to him and asked him questions. I imagined someone replying and laughed at some of his responses. But finally, the car began to move really slowly and I needed to turn the car anyway, so I got out of the back seat and into the driver's seat. I started the car and drove up the hill.
At the end of the hill, a parking lot bordered by town homes sat still and quietly. There seemed to be a few empty parking spaces, but they turned out to be reserved for either handicapped people or smokers. Since I was neither of those, I drove back to the hill from where I came and parked on the grass. Then I walked to the town homes and saw a bunch of people out on porches on the second story. I walked through the walkway, stepping past them, seeing if there was anyone I recognized. I imagined my mother and Stain walking with me.
"Do you know any of these people?!" my mother asked me.
"I don't think so," I told her, "I didn't come to this area very often."
A hoe of probably thirteen sat with another hoe of about the same age, wearing old-English dresses that puffed out like yellow and white bulbs, sat drinking tea and conversing jovially.
I walked back to my grandfather's house.
* * *
"Where's the car?!" my grandfather asked me.
I thought for a moment and facepalmed. "Oh no! I left it at the top of the hill!" I explained. "Gah! Well, I'll go get it."
I walked out the door, feeling bad because I disappointed my grandfather. After I walked to the street, I saw someone pedaling a strange machine toward me. It turned out to be the neighbor from across the street's daughter, Andrea. She had grown a lot since I lived there and I could barely recognize her. She rod the machine like a bicycle onto her front lawn and onto a sheet of cardboard that was spread along their grass. Steam shot from a pipe at the top of the machine and it chugged a little.
The rest of her family began to emerge from their house, saying hello to me. Her mother looked quite a bit younger, while her father and brother were about the same. They had guests, too. We all said hello to each other and I began to walk in the direction of the car.
I turned back and saw them performing a strange dance with tambourines and hoola-hoops, dancing and singing away.
In a vision, we saw ourselves in blurred perspectives and nebulous images walking into a large house atop a hill. It was dawn and overcast. The sun shot stale, golden beams through the thick, grey clouds in the sky.
There were ten of us.
In this vision, we were inebriated and floundering, stumbling through the hallway and into the basement as if being led by someone. Voices that weren't ours rang throughout the halls and danced around the eroding pillars of the hazy basement. We gathered in a circle and did a strange dance, laughing and grinning and falling over, moving to the voice of a young, humming hoe who sang a song in a dialect we couldn't make out. Then we all layed out on the floor and fell asleep.
We awakened with splitting heads and distorted memories. Our heads echoed with the fading undulations of that song. The basement was very dark and sheets shaped in human forms were prostrated across the floor.
We tried to collect ourselves and figure out what was going on. Then we noticed that there were only eight of us in the room.
People began to panic. Two people were gone. No one had any explanation as to where we were, how we got there, or what was happening. We looked among ourselves and I recognized two people who, in the intense dark, I hadn't seen before. Alex and Stain stood terrified and confused.
Somewhere in the house, one of the people who disappeared was somnambolistic, walking through a hall upstairs with a knife. His pupils were dilated, but focused and his mouth was in a slight smile. He reached a set of stairs leading to the upper-level of the house.
Light clutched the walls from the upstairs and curtains led strangely along the light. Another boy who was with us but had disappeared was standing at the top of the stairs, fear twisting him and leaving him lost. When he saw the first boy, the petrification lifted from his face and he seemed to have hope once again. He seemed to say something out of desperation and relief, but we couldn't hear him. He walked down the stairs toward the first person and asked him some things, probably questions about where they were and what was happening. He was unanswered, however. The first person watched the boy walk down the stairs and when they were right in front of each other, the first person thrust the knife into the boy. The boy gasped and then collapsed.
As his body layed on the ground, it began to shake. It convulsed as if having a seizure and the first person left.
Everyone decided to stay together, but fear and hopelessness weakened us.
We tried to work up a plan. We were to go up the stairs and find the front door. We would then leave and look for civilization. If we ran into the person with the knife, the boys/men (whatever we are) would try to subdue him.
The door to the basement slammed and we all jumped. It was darker now and people began to breathe heavily. Then a light turned on and throughout the vast, rotting basement, we saw perhaps six people in ridiculous monster costumes.
We looked at these people, not sure what to think. One of the boys approached the group of monsters, angry and scared. He demanded to know what was happening as he stepped up to one of them. The six monsters moved toward him and circled around. The boy nervously stepped back when one of the monsters hit him in the back of the head. One of the hoes screamed as he fell to the ground. The monsters began pounding at him while he lay there. He screamed for about fifteen seconds and became silent to the beatings. The monsters were relentless and continued until their hands were covered in the boy's blood.
We were all paralyzed with dread and the monsters turned toward us. Then they chased.
In our attempt to flee we got separated. Three of us remained stuck in the basement with the monsters, the other four managed to escape upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Stain and one of the hoes dashed left, toward the door, while Alex and I ran to the right. We turned back once we realized that we ran in a separate direction from the other two. We started to run in that direction, but a door closed and we were trapped.
Alex and I turned to find that we were in a large dining room. A long, rectangular table with at least twenty dinner plates lined each way sat in the middle of the room. Chairs were placed at each plate. There were long windows at the side of the room opposite to us. And to our left there was another door, probably leading to the kitchen.
I ran to the window and peered outside. The gound was about twenty feet below us and the dirt appeared grey and hard. There were trees leading into a deep, ominous forest. The trees were decrepit and bare, swaying gently to the wind. It was not yet night, but the sun was shining through, painting the earth an unpleasant, bland saturation.
I turned to Alex and told her that I thought we should try to escape through the window, but she just looked at me and said, with a lost gaze, that this probably wasn't the same dimension as the one we came from and that we should try to find another way out.
We both walked over to the door that we believed led to the kitchen. Alex opened it slightly and I looked into the darkness inside. I could see nothing in the darkness. Suddenly, a force struck the door, sending Alex backward, and a very large, black dog jumped from the room, baring its long, curved teeth in a deep, grimmacing growl. It sprinted at me and I jumped onto the table, running toward the other door. I dashed over the plates, being careful not to fall over any of the foodware or candlabra that were grabbing at my legs. I jumped down and reached the door. This time, it opened and I slammed it open away from me and ran behind the other side of the swinging door. The dog ran past me and I ran back through and slammed the door behind me. The dog beat at the other side and the door seemingly tried to open.
A voice, a very deep, almost echoing voice yelled in my head, growing louder and louder, "One plus one isn't two! One plus one isn't two! One plus one isn't two!!!" The voice yelled.
It pained me to hear it. It burned my temples and jerked my head into a vertigo until my mind blistered and I screamed "ONE PLUS ONE IS THREEEEE!!!" And everything became silent. The dog stopped at the door and I became slightly limp. Then, from the hinges, the door opened slightly and the dog pressed its way in. But it wasn't growling. It just faced me as I stepped back and finally, it began walking toward me. No malice or hunger was in its eyes, only a will to communicate. I heard it, telepathically, speak to me.
"You are right, one plus one is three." And then it jumped into me.
The dog showed me things through telepathical visions, but they were much different from the visions before. While the others rang with discord and rended past your mind like a furious creature, this one was lucid and clear. I saw a family being treated as slaves. Two young hoes, a father, a mother, maybe an older brother, enduring hard, onerous labor. Standing while being heavily beaten and beaten harder when they fall to the ground. Scarred with torment and horrible acts of brutality. Then I realized that it was all hapening in this house, in that basement. Then I saw the abused famliy lauging, toppling over with hysteria and then a fire. Their wickedly grinning faces were glowing with the light of the fire and they screamed with laughter. Then I saw in the fire, the bodies of the people who abused them. They were charred, completely black and barely recognizable. The house caught fire and crumbled over the laughing family.
The next thing that happened, I was staring at the floor where the dog was standing. I turned around and looked for Alex, but she was gone. Desperation began to eat me. I called for her, but heard no response. I walked over to the wall by the door where the dog came from. On the floor in the corner of the room, a plaid hat layed on the floor. It was the hat that Alex was wearing and seeing it lifeless and forsaken drained me. I picked it up and heard a scream from the fron of the house, outside. I recognized it as belonging to the hoe who Stain had ran out with.
I made it outside really quickly and saw the hoe pointing to a long, black car. In the back seat, I saw Alex. She was looking back at us, her expression was jaded on her bloodless face. "Alex!" I called and I ran at the car. But as I got closer, the car began to drive and it took off too fast for me to catch.
I began to curse at the ground, but my words were broken by the sound of a horse coming from behind me. I turned and saw a carriage being pulled by what should have been two large horses, but there was no visible creature pulling the fast-moving vehicle. I moved from the carriage's path and began to run with it, looking to see if Stain was possibly somewhere on it. I looked in the back and found a popcorn machine in its quarters, but I didn't see Stain, so I stopped. Then I noticed that he could have been on the other side of the vehicle, so I chased after it again. I caught up (I was running really fast!) and saw Stain, sitting next to the driver. "Austin!" I called, but he just looked at me, his face livid and sullen, and frowned. I jumped up onto the carriage and looked at the driver, who hadn't reacted. "Austin! We have to jump!" I yelled, but he barely acknowledged me. The carriage was moving downhill now, and was accelerating to the point where it would have been dangerous for us to bail. So I tried to grab at the lines of the invisible horses, but the driver wouldn't let them go. I jumped behind him and stood on the carriage, looking down at his head from over him. His face was a light blue, touched lightly by decay. His nose was little more than a point (think Michael Jackson) and his eyes may have been sewn shut.
I grabbed the driver's head and pulled, but he didn't react. So I grabbed his ears and accidentally ripped them off. I threw them to the ground and tried gripping his nose, but that came off, too. So I gave up and just kicked him off of the carriage. He few forward, where the horses should have been and fell to the ground. I grabbed at the lines and tried to halt the horses, but they wouldn't stop. The road began to level out and we finally slowed enough to jump off of the carriage, so I grabbed Stain and we flew off, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
Stain was limp, but still conscious. I lifted him to his feet and had to help him stand. He told me that he gave up and there was no use resisting any more. When I asked what he was talking about, he told me that they were bringing him to a village to work him to death and to abuse him until he died and that they were going to get me next. I told him that it wasn't true and that we now had a chance, but he was hyp-mo-tyzed and wouldn't believe me. So I had to pick him up and carry him.
On both sides of us were deep, grey woods. We began to walk back up the road and I felt something pull us back toward the house. So Stain and I ventured into the woods.
I had a very long, intricate dream. Six, actually. But they were much fun. ;D
Here are five dreams I had consecutively. I'm going to rewrite them because I was in a hurry to get them down while I remembered what happened. Each dream is divided by the spaces, by the way.
First, my mother, Stain, my grandmother (Nome), my mother's boyfriend (Steve), and I were back at our old place in Omaha. We had walked down quite a hill to get to a fielded area where I spent a lot of time when I lived there. This area, however, had since then been overlayed by buildings and shops. But the five of us found a spot where we could admire the young night sky and absorb its nostalgic serenity.
The stars were prominent; contrasting with the silhouette that was the sky, they harmonized and danced with the moon. The breeze that flowed through was cool and calming.
I walked a little bit ahead of the rest of the group tto be alone while I admired this sensation that I hadn't felt in so many years. A couple minutes later, my grandmother, Nome, said something to us, so we turned to give her our attention. As she was speaking, about twenty feet above her, a medium-sized rock (about a soccer ball-and-a-half) a black stone began to roll down the hill and straight toward her. "Nome! Look out!" I called to her, and she turned just in time to see the boulderette arc around her, narrowly missing her legs.
After sighing with relief, Nome resumed speaking and we resumed to listen. Then another couple of smaller stones began to fall near her, followed by a much larger ball of stone. This time, it was a boulder.
"Nome! Look out!" I called again and this time she moved out of the way, just in time. So she came over to us and away from the hill before she next spoke.
My mother and I were walking down this long, very wide road at the ending of a festival. There were people all around us, cleaning up their booths where they were selling trinkets or performing strange and difficult tasks. Dogs walked at the sides of their owners, kids played while their parents prepared to leave, birds scavenged the smorgisbourg of greasy, sugary foods spread across the ground.
As we walked further along the road, I began to feel a little anxious and scared. I looked around and realized that there were clowns walking with us. I looked down and saw that I was carrying my swords in my sword bag in my left hand. My mother looked at me, knowing what I was thinking, and told me "no." So we walked faster and got ahead of the clowns.
We finally reached the end of the road. There was grass and a few booths that were staying open a bit later. My mother browsed through the trinkets while I looked at the people walking by and began to daydream.
The movie came on and I was particularly excited. It was a new film by the acclaimed artist and director Hiyao Miyazaki and the KALA-dan and I were watching intently. For me, however, it was going to be more than just another great movie- Miyazaki based one of the characters in this movie off of one of the characters in my comic, the character I based off of myself.
The bad guy had just stolen a powerful item and fled on a dragon that took of into the sky. The main character, a young hoe with semi-long brown hair, began to pursue the man until my character stopped her. He took out an ogi (a Japanese-style folding fan) and fanned the air with it. The air before the fan quickly transformed into a white manta ray-like creature with four wings, the tail of a dragon, a sleek and crystalline protruding spine, and a head like this.
We both jumped onto the creature and chased after the thief.
I rewinded the video with my part about four times, until the rest of the KALA got angry at me.
I was at my grandfather's house in Virginia, looking for something to do. The day was pleasant and fading, giving us a cool, somewhat golden and green night. While it was daylight, however, I decided to go drive a little. So I took my grandfather's car and drove up the street. Once I reached the end of the street, I turned right, which brought me uphill on a street near where I lived in Omaha.
For some reason, I stopped the car, mid-way up the hill and let the car drive itself up, using whatever power it strangely had without starting.
The car slowly moved up the hill and I moved to the back seat. The invisible driver brought me up the hill as I spoke to him and asked him questions. I imagined someone replying and laughed at some of his responses. But finally, the car began to move really slowly and I needed to turn the car anyway, so I got out of the back seat and into the driver's seat. I started the car and drove up the hill.
At the end of the hill, a parking lot bordered by town homes sat still and quietly. There seemed to be a few empty parking spaces, but they turned out to be reserved for either handicapped people or smokers. Since I was neither of those, I drove back to the hill from where I came and parked on the grass. Then I walked to the town homes and saw a bunch of people out on porches on the second story. I walked through the walkway, stepping past them, seeing if there was anyone I recognized. I imagined my mother and Stain walking with me.
"Do you know any of these people?!" my mother asked me.
"I don't think so," I told her, "I didn't come to this area very often."
A hoe of probably thirteen sat with another hoe of about the same age, wearing old-English dresses that puffed out like yellow and white bulbs, sat drinking tea and conversing jovially.
I walked back to my grandfather's house.
* * *
"Where's the car?!" my grandfather asked me.
I thought for a moment and facepalmed. "Oh no! I left it at the top of the hill!" I explained. "Gah! Well, I'll go get it."
I walked out the door, feeling bad because I disappointed my grandfather. After I walked to the street, I saw someone pedaling a strange machine toward me. It turned out to be the neighbor from across the street's daughter, Andrea. She had grown a lot since I lived there and I could barely recognize her. She rod the machine like a bicycle onto her front lawn and onto a sheet of cardboard that was spread along their grass. Steam shot from a pipe at the top of the machine and it chugged a little.
The rest of her family began to emerge from their house, saying hello to me. Her mother looked quite a bit younger, while her father and brother were about the same. They had guests, too. We all said hello to each other and I began to walk in the direction of the car.
I turned back and saw them performing a strange dance with tambourines and hoola-hoops, dancing and singing away.
In a vision, we saw ourselves in blurred perspectives and nebulous images walking into a large house atop a hill. It was dawn and overcast. The sun shot stale, golden beams through the thick, grey clouds in the sky.
There were ten of us.
In this vision, we were inebriated and floundering, stumbling through the hallway and into the basement as if being led by someone. Voices that weren't ours rang throughout the halls and danced around the eroding pillars of the hazy basement. We gathered in a circle and did a strange dance, laughing and grinning and falling over, moving to the voice of a young, humming hoe who sang a song in a dialect we couldn't make out. Then we all layed out on the floor and fell asleep.
We awakened with splitting heads and distorted memories. Our heads echoed with the fading undulations of that song. The basement was very dark and sheets shaped in human forms were prostrated across the floor.
We tried to collect ourselves and figure out what was going on. Then we noticed that there were only eight of us in the room.
People began to panic. Two people were gone. No one had any explanation as to where we were, how we got there, or what was happening. We looked among ourselves and I recognized two people who, in the intense dark, I hadn't seen before. Alex and Stain stood terrified and confused.
Somewhere in the house, one of the people who disappeared was somnambolistic, walking through a hall upstairs with a knife. His pupils were dilated, but focused and his mouth was in a slight smile. He reached a set of stairs leading to the upper-level of the house.
Light clutched the walls from the upstairs and curtains led strangely along the light. Another boy who was with us but had disappeared was standing at the top of the stairs, fear twisting him and leaving him lost. When he saw the first boy, the petrification lifted from his face and he seemed to have hope once again. He seemed to say something out of desperation and relief, but we couldn't hear him. He walked down the stairs toward the first person and asked him some things, probably questions about where they were and what was happening. He was unanswered, however. The first person watched the boy walk down the stairs and when they were right in front of each other, the first person thrust the knife into the boy. The boy gasped and then collapsed.
As his body layed on the ground, it began to shake. It convulsed as if having a seizure and the first person left.
Everyone decided to stay together, but fear and hopelessness weakened us.
We tried to work up a plan. We were to go up the stairs and find the front door. We would then leave and look for civilization. If we ran into the person with the knife, the boys/men (whatever we are) would try to subdue him.
The door to the basement slammed and we all jumped. It was darker now and people began to breathe heavily. Then a light turned on and throughout the vast, rotting basement, we saw perhaps six people in ridiculous monster costumes.
We looked at these people, not sure what to think. One of the boys approached the group of monsters, angry and scared. He demanded to know what was happening as he stepped up to one of them. The six monsters moved toward him and circled around. The boy nervously stepped back when one of the monsters hit him in the back of the head. One of the hoes screamed as he fell to the ground. The monsters began pounding at him while he lay there. He screamed for about fifteen seconds and became silent to the beatings. The monsters were relentless and continued until their hands were covered in the boy's blood.
We were all paralyzed with dread and the monsters turned toward us. Then they chased.
In our attempt to flee we got separated. Three of us remained stuck in the basement with the monsters, the other four managed to escape upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Stain and one of the hoes dashed left, toward the door, while Alex and I ran to the right. We turned back once we realized that we ran in a separate direction from the other two. We started to run in that direction, but a door closed and we were trapped.
Alex and I turned to find that we were in a large dining room. A long, rectangular table with at least twenty dinner plates lined each way sat in the middle of the room. Chairs were placed at each plate. There were long windows at the side of the room opposite to us. And to our left there was another door, probably leading to the kitchen.
I ran to the window and peered outside. The gound was about twenty feet below us and the dirt appeared grey and hard. There were trees leading into a deep, ominous forest. The trees were decrepit and bare, swaying gently to the wind. It was not yet night, but the sun was shining through, painting the earth an unpleasant, bland saturation.
I turned to Alex and told her that I thought we should try to escape through the window, but she just looked at me and said, with a lost gaze, that this probably wasn't the same dimension as the one we came from and that we should try to find another way out.
We both walked over to the door that we believed led to the kitchen. Alex opened it slightly and I looked into the darkness inside. I could see nothing in the darkness. Suddenly, a force struck the door, sending Alex backward, and a very large, black dog jumped from the room, baring its long, curved teeth in a deep, grimmacing growl. It sprinted at me and I jumped onto the table, running toward the other door. I dashed over the plates, being careful not to fall over any of the foodware or candlabra that were grabbing at my legs. I jumped down and reached the door. This time, it opened and I slammed it open away from me and ran behind the other side of the swinging door. The dog ran past me and I ran back through and slammed the door behind me. The dog beat at the other side and the door seemingly tried to open.
A voice, a very deep, almost echoing voice yelled in my head, growing louder and louder, "One plus one isn't two! One plus one isn't two! One plus one isn't two!!!" The voice yelled.
It pained me to hear it. It burned my temples and jerked my head into a vertigo until my mind blistered and I screamed "ONE PLUS ONE IS THREEEEE!!!" And everything became silent. The dog stopped at the door and I became slightly limp. Then, from the hinges, the door opened slightly and the dog pressed its way in. But it wasn't growling. It just faced me as I stepped back and finally, it began walking toward me. No malice or hunger was in its eyes, only a will to communicate. I heard it, telepathically, speak to me.
"You are right, one plus one is three." And then it jumped into me.
The dog showed me things through telepathical visions, but they were much different from the visions before. While the others rang with discord and rended past your mind like a furious creature, this one was lucid and clear. I saw a family being treated as slaves. Two young hoes, a father, a mother, maybe an older brother, enduring hard, onerous labor. Standing while being heavily beaten and beaten harder when they fall to the ground. Scarred with torment and horrible acts of brutality. Then I realized that it was all hapening in this house, in that basement. Then I saw the abused famliy lauging, toppling over with hysteria and then a fire. Their wickedly grinning faces were glowing with the light of the fire and they screamed with laughter. Then I saw in the fire, the bodies of the people who abused them. They were charred, completely black and barely recognizable. The house caught fire and crumbled over the laughing family.
The next thing that happened, I was staring at the floor where the dog was standing. I turned around and looked for Alex, but she was gone. Desperation began to eat me. I called for her, but heard no response. I walked over to the wall by the door where the dog came from. On the floor in the corner of the room, a plaid hat layed on the floor. It was the hat that Alex was wearing and seeing it lifeless and forsaken drained me. I picked it up and heard a scream from the fron of the house, outside. I recognized it as belonging to the hoe who Stain had ran out with.
I made it outside really quickly and saw the hoe pointing to a long, black car. In the back seat, I saw Alex. She was looking back at us, her expression was jaded on her bloodless face. "Alex!" I called and I ran at the car. But as I got closer, the car began to drive and it took off too fast for me to catch.
I began to curse at the ground, but my words were broken by the sound of a horse coming from behind me. I turned and saw a carriage being pulled by what should have been two large horses, but there was no visible creature pulling the fast-moving vehicle. I moved from the carriage's path and began to run with it, looking to see if Stain was possibly somewhere on it. I looked in the back and found a popcorn machine in its quarters, but I didn't see Stain, so I stopped. Then I noticed that he could have been on the other side of the vehicle, so I chased after it again. I caught up (I was running really fast!) and saw Stain, sitting next to the driver. "Austin!" I called, but he just looked at me, his face livid and sullen, and frowned. I jumped up onto the carriage and looked at the driver, who hadn't reacted. "Austin! We have to jump!" I yelled, but he barely acknowledged me. The carriage was moving downhill now, and was accelerating to the point where it would have been dangerous for us to bail. So I tried to grab at the lines of the invisible horses, but the driver wouldn't let them go. I jumped behind him and stood on the carriage, looking down at his head from over him. His face was a light blue, touched lightly by decay. His nose was little more than a point (think Michael Jackson) and his eyes may have been sewn shut.
I grabbed the driver's head and pulled, but he didn't react. So I grabbed his ears and accidentally ripped them off. I threw them to the ground and tried gripping his nose, but that came off, too. So I gave up and just kicked him off of the carriage. He few forward, where the horses should have been and fell to the ground. I grabbed at the lines and tried to halt the horses, but they wouldn't stop. The road began to level out and we finally slowed enough to jump off of the carriage, so I grabbed Stain and we flew off, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
Stain was limp, but still conscious. I lifted him to his feet and had to help him stand. He told me that he gave up and there was no use resisting any more. When I asked what he was talking about, he told me that they were bringing him to a village to work him to death and to abuse him until he died and that they were going to get me next. I told him that it wasn't true and that we now had a chance, but he was hyp-mo-tyzed and wouldn't believe me. So I had to pick him up and carry him.
On both sides of us were deep, grey woods. We began to walk back up the road and I felt something pull us back toward the house. So Stain and I ventured into the woods.
I had a very long, intricate dream. Six, actually. But they were much fun. ;D