You're damn right there is... But we can't talk about it now.

When: Freshman Year

Where: Grandparents house, Drug Store, Walmart, Kroger.

Who: Myself, Iron man, Optimus Prime, Johnny.

It was a seemingly regular night. I was half asleep in the nursery at my grandparents. Well, it's called the nursery because there used to be a crib in there. Now that the children have grown out of the crib it's just a yellow, wicker themed room. 

I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling when I heard a tap at the window. The window is about 5 feet off the ground, so i assumed it was someone trying to break in. As I sprinted towards the door I heard someone talk.

"Stop! Open the window." 

I recognized the voice. I walked to the window and heard a conversation between two people going on.

I opened the blinds when a blinding light struck me. I got on my knees and opened the window up to see Optimus Prime and Iron Man outside of my window. Optimus had Iron Man sitting on his hand.

"Hop on."

Iron man said, patting the place next to him on the giant metal hand.

Of course I said yes, who wouldn't?

Optimus Prime took Iron man and I to a drug store to look for Ramen Noodles. Because apparently we were all hungry.

Optimus accidentally ripped the roof off. So I went in, while people were running away. Sadly, they only had Top Ramen, and all of preferred Maruchan. So we went on our way, leaving the store in shambles.

We went to Kroger.

But this Kroger had an ice skating rink right at the entrence. Now I can't ice skate, so I had iron man take this one.

Out of his metal boots came blades he was able to use to skate across the ice. He was almost there when a group of old ladies got in his way and he swerved and fell over. He picked himself up, retracted the blades and ran down the isle where the Ramen was.

He returned, empty handed.

All they had was chicken Ramen. Which no one likes.

So we walked back outside to Optimus, who was trying to hide behind a Krystal sign.

Wasn't really working out.

So we headed to Walmart.

Walmart had been frozen over too.

There were small scale glaciers and penguins, water and ice everywhere. I, once again, saw my friend Johnny, who I hadn't seen in years, frolicking with the penguins. He informed me that he got lost in Walmart one day and they took him in.

Confused, but still overjoyed to see him, I asked him where the Ramen was. He directed me. I called Iron man over to me and got on his back as he helped me dodge the glaciers and dangerously cold waters.

We made it to the noodles. 

Bought them.

And went back to my house and cooked them. Optimus sat in the drive way because he obviously couldn't make it into the house... So Iron Man flew up to his.. mouth? Well anyways Iron Man fed him. Yeah it was ridiculous.

Anyways that's pretty much it.





Pictures: http://www.google.com/images



Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man or Optimus Prime, Kroger, Walmart or Ramen noodles. If I did I'd have better things to be doing than blogging about my dreams.

While we're on the subject... Could we change the subject now?

When: Sophomore Year

Where: Mulberry Park, Hospital, Church, Red Lobster, and a Basement.

Who: Myself, Chris, Greg (Changes into Dream Greg eventually), Family Members, Rosanne, and yeah. I think that's it.

 

It was a generally regular day. Chris Greg and I were at Mulberry park happily taking pictures.

Pretty regular stuff. (these are pictures

I took at the park a while ago and messed with)

Anyways, Chris, who likes doing handstands for reasons unknown to me, decided to do a handstand. Right next to a drop that had rocks at the bottom. As he did his handstand he lost his balance and tumbled down the hill and landed on the rocks. He quickly got up but not without blood spilling down from his head. I screamed and Greg put his hand over my eyes.




"I'm ok, I'm fine. Seriously, It's just a scratch."


Chris shakily lied to comfort me.



I knew it wasn't, I couldn't help but cry. Greg called 911 and before we knew it an ambulance was taking a pale Chris into the back of the truck. I tried getting into the back but was told that because I wasn't immediate family I couldn't go with him. Greg drove me to the hospital.






When we got there they had taken him into the ICU. I quietly cried myself to sleep in the waiting room. When I woke up there were more people than when I fell asleep. People I knew. Crying people I knew.


I knew what that meant.

I felt like throwing up.The funeral was set for the following Saturday. The few days leading up to the funeral were blank.

It was held at a huge church. It was pretty terrifyingly huge. I couldn't stay in there. I left and sat outside.

The next thing I can remember is Chris's mom dropping me off at my house. I went in and got ready to go somewhere.

After I got ready Greg, who by now has turned into Dream Greg, picked me up.

He took me to Red Lobster, which I thought was really nice.

Red Lobster though, was fashioned to look like Tacky Jacks. With the deck and what not. This deck, though, did not have a railing. We still sat up there.

Anyways during dinner all he did was give me angry looks. Which made me feel, completely terrible. He mumbled something.

 
"It's all your fault..."

He said under his breath.
 
Upset Crushed I told him that I wanted to go home. I got up and Dream Greg kicked me in the back and I fell onto the bottom deck on my back. The breath knocked out of me, I struggled to move. Dream Greg came up to me, looked down at me, and kicked me as he said,

"Check please"

 
and left.
 
The next thing I can remember was Dream Greg and I sitting in my basement, before it was all nice so it's concrete floors and old lazy boys, watching Rosanne. For some reason... We were watching it on a little old T.V with all the lights off. We sat in two old old lazy boys. I looked at Dream Greg, the light from the T.V reflecting off his glasses. He noticed me looking at him and looked in my direction. Again he said to me,

"This is all your fault."

This time with more anger.

He kept repeating it. Over and Over...

"This is your fault..."

I glanced to my left to see the characters in the TV coming out slowly like a bubble from a bubble wand. They gradually inflated and began to smother us.

The sound of Rosanne yelling at Dan about something  and audience laughter, shook the room. I could still Greg's lips moving to the perpetual accusation.
"It's all your fault."

The T.V characters grew so large that it began to fill the entire room. I got on the floor and flipped the lazy boy over myself, as did Dream Greg, still repeating the same sentence. As the air in the room was depleting I began to cry under the temporary safety of the chair. The whole room went dark.


Pictures:

Chris: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com
Greg: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com

The Rest: http://www.Google.com/images

In Sunlight, In Sunlight...

Where: School, random dessert.
When: Sophomore Year. March
Who: Myself, a lunch lady, a killer, 2 woolly mammoths.

It began as a regular day. I was sitting in my 3rd period class. It looked as if I was looking out the window at the football field, when in actuality I was watching the raindrops race down the class, secretly cheering in my head for the one on the right to win. The rain that had entertained me so had stopped by the end of 4th period. After 5th it was time for lunch. The school seemed almost empty that day. The dish the cafeteria was serving was labeled 'Mystey Meat'. I'm serious. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the lunch line. 

I tried to avoid getting the mystery meat and just get a side or something, but before I could move through to the corn, a big old heap of mystery meat was plopped upon my plate. Being an EXTREMELY picky eater, I can't stress that enough, I was immediately pissed off.

"What the hell is this?"

I asked, trying my hardest to keep my cool.

"Don't be curious... You're holding up the line."

The lunch lady said to me. I went on my way, even though there was no one behind me.

I threw away the disgusting slop that had taken over my styrofoam tray.

Furious, I walked out the door in the cafeteria and started walking towards the woods in the back of the school.

 Where I am the climate is pretty regular. Hot, humid summers, cold sometimes snowy winters. Sub tropic, I don't know. What I'm getting at is that there is in no way any possibility that there could be a desert near me.

 My point for this bit of information is that after walking into the woods for about five minutes, I stumbled upon a desert. Yes, in the middle of my little south eastern town, there was a desert. It was no more than 50x50 feet. I walked to the edge and went further in. In the very center of this desert, lay two giant woolly mammoths. They were on their sides and unmoving. As the breeze moved through the trees and lightly tossed my hair, I smelled it.

It smelled like something I had only smelled in previous dreams. So technically, nothing I had ever smelled before. It was awful. Terribly difficult to describe, sort of like feces and rotten milk, yet it had a sweet, tart smell to it. I gagged as my body fell back on to the sand. I landed hard on my elbows. As I picked myself up I saw that one of the mammoths had something protruding from it's stomach.

There was a human arm sticking out of it's swollen, furry belly. As I got closer I could see that the mammoth's abdomen had been sloppily sewn together, thus it's inner contents were falling out.

It's inner contents being human bodies.

As I turned around I was faced with the other immense, furry, prehistoric animal's back. My curiosity sky rocketing, I walked around to the front of the second mammoth. What ever had been keeping that mammoth together had been ripped apart, whole human bodies were visible, barely staying together. Like a brick wall without mortar, the stacked bodies were struggling to stay as one within the belly of the mammoth. I could clearly make out faces in the rotten stuffing. The one of an old woman had caught my eye. It just looked... Fresh I guess... I stroked the side of the unbloodied cheek, it was still warm.

Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard footsteps coming from the foresty part of the area. In the distance I could see a man in blood stained overalls and a jean ball cap. He was carrying two more bodies, ready to place them in his mammoth containers, I could only assume. Knowing if I was seen I would be caught, I'm not a fast runner, I did what I had to. I slid into the mammoth's agape stomach. On the verge of throwing up, I slipped past the moist, bloody bodies with ease. I was in a position to where I could see the outside. I heard his footsteps, almost silent in the sand, gradually get closer. My body tensed up and I held my breath. I could hear him breathing, slowly and with effort. Over the smell of the rotting flesh, I could smell the feint smell of Swisher peach cigars.

I could see his big, nasty hand, with long fingernails as dirty as Lindsay Lohan's mouth, stroke the same old woman's face. I cringed at the sight, while still trying to keep my silence. He stroked her face for about 12 seconds before he made his way to her chin. With his hand in that area beneath the chin and the neck, he forcefully shoved his hand through her fragile, dying skin. It slowly bled as he kept going through the rest of her head. He twisted his arm around, mercilessly treating her head like a fruit in a juicer. He had made his way through her soft skull and out the top of her head, his fingers tangled in the thin blood stained white hair. He pulled his hand back down, clasping portions of brain and skull in his hand. His hand disappeared. I could hear him deeply sniff what was in his hand. Once he finished he thrust his hand in my direction. Again, my body tightened like a noose. His grimy hand crept towards my face until my cheek and his hand made contact. He stroked my face in the same manner as the old woman's. Seconds after he had done that he made his way down to my chin. His fingernails scraped the bottom of my chin when I screamed at the top of my lungs. His hand jolted back as I began to push bodies out of my way. The pile of bodies began to fall apart. A bundle of them slid out of the belly and landed on the ground. I could see the man drop to his knees and pick them up and attempt to put them back. As I ran out I pulled on a dead strangers arm, bringing another group of bodies my way. They continued to fall as I ran. I looked behind me to see that the mass of bodies had fallen apart and landed on the man. I felt relieved until I saw a hand shoot up from the wreckage. The only thing left to do was run. That's exactly what I did.

Picture Credit:

All photos: http://www.google.com/images

One upon a time in Peru...

When: March '10

Where: Peru, A forest, Tipsy's house, and a fancy shmancy house. In Peru.

Who: Chris, Greg, Alexa, Katelyn, Boys Like Girls, Dashboard confessional, Consuela, Rosie O'Donnell, a wizard and myself

It was yet another exciting vacation with my friends.

Alexa, Chris, Greg, and Katelyn. Alexa the beauty in the picture to the left and Chris and Greg below. I unfortunately don't have a picture of Katelyn available to me at the moment.

Anyways, we were all going on a vacation to Peru for some reason. We drove there I think... That's crazy...

We were renting a house in a very nice neighborhood there. Just right for a party. Pool included. Chris and Greg and I went to go get groceries while Alexa and Katelyn went swimming.

As we were coming back in the the neighborhood with the food, we passed some Asian scene kids.

And they were all like,

"Hey if we carry your groceries in can we come to your party?"

And we were like,

"Sure"

So they did.

After they carried our groceries in one of them jumped right into the pool. Alexa, however, did NOT like this. She picked him up over head and literally threw him out of the pool.

 At that point I figured it was time to go take pictures of something I had been wanting to for a while. Tipsy's balcony.

Now, you may be wondering,

"Who in the HELL is Tipsy?"

Because I thought the exact same thing when my mother began talking about him. Yes, HIM.

And this is not a nick name he picked up from club hopping.

Surprisingly.

Vocabulary:

Tipsy- A 28 year-old wannabe playboy with a cool car, gelled hair, and a little under 20% brain capacity.

As I'm sure you've noticed, I don't particularly fancy Tipsy. My mother however, did. For reasons unknown to me. Anyways, Tipsy had a very nice balcony built recently and I had wanted Greg to let me take pictures with his camera of it. So despite the fact that we were 2903.8 miles away from Tipsy's house, we were going to take pictures of Tipsy's house. It took us about 10 minutes. This must mean that Tipsy has a carbon copy of his house in Peru, or Greg's car can travel much faster than lets on. As we drove up to the drive way we noticed that the house looked abandon. We went in anyways. The door had been left cracked. It was dark. I magically had a flash light on hand and gave it to Greg to wield. As we crept up the stairs we heard a noise. He shown the flashlight into a corner. What we saw...

Was Consuela.

Dusting a nightstand.

"No... No... You need get out soon..."

She said with her classic Hispanic maid voice.

We did not heed her warning and went out to the balcony. To our surprise, it was not as I had seen before but a rickety-ass old porch hanging by a thread off the second story of Tipsy's house.

We walked onto it, confused, we looked to our left. Rosie O'Donnell stood there with an enraged look on her face.

She looked down and told us she was going to jump.

"I'm going to do it!"

We stared for a little bit as we heard sirens coming our way.

"Um, okay."

Greg said plainly as we stared at her.

Several police cars packed into the drive way and surrounding area. A Cop came out and began to talk to Rosie over a mega phone.

"Miss O'Donnell, please get down from there this instant!"

She looked at us.

We looked at her.

And she jumped.

She broke both her legs and was taken away by the ambulance.

We silently left for the house.

It was just beginning to get dark when we started to take a 'detour'. Greg drove to the mouth of a forest, stopped got out, opened my door, let me out with no explanation, ran back into the car, locked the doors and drove off.

At this point you should know that Greg is rarely Greg in my dreams. In my dreams a different person often replaces him. We call him simply, Dream Greg.

Vocabulary:

Dream Greg- A Greg look-alike who except for the fact that he looks like him, is nothing like him. Dream Greg is a douche bag that often wears a white wife beater and has recently taken up smoking.

Douche Bag- An individual with an inflated self-esteem who is deeply deficient in social skills. They laugh loudly at their own jokes, quote themselves repeatedly, and are never as entertaining to others as they are to themselves.

 Ex. Any man who wears one of those, "Real Men Wear Pink" Shirts.


 
Anyways, Dream Greg basically ditched me in a forest for reasons unknown to me. All I could do was venture around the forest in search of a kind woodland creature that would accept me as one of their own and allow me to frolic and live with them and their clan. Or not. I actually happened to be lucky enough to meet a wizard. This wizard was your typical wizard.

Like for real. Funky hat and all. He had a long white tapered beard. This wizard decided to train me in the ways of magic. 

All I did was point and shoot. My fingers that is. He lived in a giant hollowed out tree. He had really nice shiny wooden furniture, but it had no legs. Everything floated because this tree also just happened to be magic as well. He trained me for three years. It wasn't until one day I realized he was evil, after seeing him strangle a frog, I decided he must die. So in the middle of the night I removed his wizards hat. He dissolved into dusts once I did that. On his floating bed sat barely an outline of a man.  Everything in his house that had once floated, came to a stop, and then loudly crashed. The wizard dust was forced into my face and eyes. I sneezed and wiped as much of it out as I could. With his hat still in my hand I felt it move. Suddenly out of his hat a generic looking witch, about a foot and a half tall, came crawling out. Green skin, huge nose with a wart on it, red scraggly hair, you get the idea. I stuffed the little witch her back in the hat, tied it at the end and stomped on it. I threw it across the room and ran outside. As soon as I got out of the magic tree house, I began walking back to the house we had rented. Three years ago.

 

Turns out wizards have different time settings. Three years for us humans is only three hours for a wizard. So I was technically only gone for three hours.

As I arrived back at the house I could see that the party had already started. As I went in through the back gate to the pool I couldn't believe my eyes. On the other side of the pool, on a makeshift stage, Dashboard Confessional and Boys Like Girls, oddly enough, were playing together. I could hear Chris Carrabba's beautiful voice singing 'Stolen'. I was just in time.

 

"We watch the season pull up its own stakes

And catch the last weekend of the last week


Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,


Another sun soaked season fades away..."

Boys Like Girls and the crowd of party-goers echoed.

"You have stolen my heart

You have stolen my heart

You have stolen my heart"

It was a phenomenal beautiful moment.
I then realized I had been in the pool, slowly inching closer to the stage. I could feel my eyes begin water. 
I wanted so badly to go up and hug Chris Carrabba. Alas, my hair had gotten wet and I was sure I looked like a sad sewer rat. So I kept my distance. At the end of the night I'd have to say I was satisfied. Even though I was dropped off and left for dead in a forest and in danger of being killed by an evil wizard, it was good.


Picture Credits:

Picture of Alexa: xXAmaya-HatakeXx@Deviantart.com

Picture of Chris and Greg: Sweetthye@Deviantart.com

Other Pictures: http://www.google.com/images

Quiet Serenade...

When: April '10
Where: Jekyll Island, Dog the Bounty Hunter's U-Haul, and Grandparents house.

Who: Myself, 3 Best friends, aunt, 5 year old cousin, assorted zombies.

I always enjoy vacations, I mean who doesn't? Especially ones on the beach. On this particular occasion three of my best friends, Chris, Greg, and Matthew, and I went to Jekyll Island. I used to go to Jekyll Island often with an old friend of mine. (Sorry I can't get any pictures of Matthew atm, I'm at school)

The three of us stayed in a small motel right on the shore. And I mean RIGHT on the shore. Seriously. 20 yards and you're at the water. It was storming really hard. There was a flood warning. I guess we just ignored it because we're stupid teenagers. Anyways, as we were getting settled in I see that there is a little crab on the floor in the room. I chase after it, myself being the awesome crab wrangler that I am, and caught it. As I picked it up I noticed that it didn't look like a regular crab. It was white and looked like it was falling apart. It's eyes were red and were bleeding, I then saw a dozen more of them coming from the cracked door. We then realized that they were zombie crabs.  We looked outside and could see thousands of zombie crabs and human zombies running in from the ocean. As we went outside we could see that the water had risen to their shins, and my knees. Neither of the cars would start. So we just ran.

We made it to the interstate. We thought it would be a great idea to just jump onto some one's car.

We did, sort of. Traffic slowed down. We saw an open U-haul truck.

Why it was open? I don't even know. It had very few things in it. A couch, a lazy boy and a lamp. So we hopped in. We stayed as out of sight as possible as we hid in the U-haul. After about an hour and a half we got off onto an exit and stopped at a Shell station.

We sat there in fear that the owner would call the police. To our surprise the owner was the one and only

      

Dog the Bounty Hunter.

He laughed about it.

We explained our situation and he graciously drove us to our destination. We thanked him.

"No, thank you. Now I know that zombies are on the lose I can get to somewhere safe."

He said before he drove off.

When we got into my grandparents house my aunt and one of my cousins from Great Britain were visiting. My little cousin, about 5 years old, was asleep upstairs. I went to give her a hug and check on her. When I got into the room upstairs she was hiding under her covers. I told her that it was just me. With tears in her eyes, she pointed at the closet. Now, this closet is no ordinary closet. Within this closet is a door, and behind that door is a large room. This was previously an attic but was turned into a 'play room' after many of my cousins were born. She shut her eyes and hid beneath the blanket again. I opened the closet to see that the play room door was cracked. I opened it slightly more and saw something horrifying.

It was like the scene in "I am Legend" when Will Smith runs after Sam, his dog, into the parking garage. I think that's what it was... Anyways, I could see about a dozen or so zombies huddled together in the dark. I went back into the room and pulled my little cousin out of the bed and sent her downstairs to my friends and aunt. While I was downstairs I grabbed a wooden meat hammer and crept back up the stairs. When I came back in there was a different little girl in the bed. She looked normal from the head down, but below her waist, her legs specifically, she was huge.

 And I don't mean like, a little chubbs or some baby fat, I mean GINORMOUS. She sat there with a blank look on her face. She looked very ill. Frightened, I held the meat hammer tight and got closer. I examined her legs. As I got a closer look I noticed her flesh start to twitch. I looked closer and saw her skin start to rip. I saw fingers.

There were zombies flooding out of her legs.

They ripped through her skin like wet tissue paper.

Falling out of them like newborns.

And I ran.

My friends said that my family had all left in the minivan and gone to somewhere safe.

So I found the keys to the old Cadillac and we were off.

The zombies.

After traveling for a very long time we made it to the safe haven.

Seattle.

For some reason...

The zombies ended up being water zombies. Apparently, a chemical that had been dumped into the ocean spread and turned the sea creatures and the residents of the lost city of Atlantis into zombies. They were eventually eliminated I guess... I don't really remember. We just kinda all lived in Seattle from then on. And then I'm going to safely assume I woke up after that.

Yeah.

The End

Pictures:

Chris and Greg: Katsuya-Nara@Deviantart.com

Other Pictures: http://www.google.com/images

If I lose my place in line...

When: Freshman year
Where: Unnamed City, School
Who: Aunt Ses, Uncle Kalvin, School folk, Men in Black

It began peacefully. It was spring break '09. Mid April. My aunt and Uncle from overseas were taking me on a short vacation to the city. I have no earthly idea which city... but it was a big city. We had just gotten back to the small place on the bay where we were staying. The little condo-like place had a deck that turned into a dock and went out into the water. I was fiddling with a bracelet I had bought earlier that day in the city.  My aunt Ses had asked me to sit with her on the dock. We sat there with our feet in the water as we watched the sun set over the city. I felt like I was finally getting the face time with my aunt that I had longed for since I was young. I was finally getting to know a part of my family that every one else seemed to know better.

It seemed like everything was going alright. It was. Until we felt the dock shake.

We looked as a giant passenger plane was flying towards the city. I mean, this plane was HUGE. Not like a regular people holding plane. This was a monster. It crashed into multiple buildings. One of it's colossal engines fell off and then promptly dove into the water. A giant wave began to thrash towards us. My aunt grabbed my hand and ran her and myself back into the condo. My uncle asked what was going on but we had no time to explain. The lights went out.

So did I.

I could see a young girl running from the front of the plane, which was agape since the nose had been ripped off. She was frantically fleeing down a long hallway. It seemed as if she was doomed. She looked ahead and could see that there was a hallway to her right. As the last second she jumped and rolled into the dark hallway.

The next thing I remember was my 1st Period Geography teacher hitting me on the head with a rolled up detention slip.

"And we have a winner!"

He said sarcastically as the rest of the class chuckled. I thought to myself that I had just dreamt the whole thing. I wiped my eyes and saw the date on the red rectangle sheet. 4/30/09. That was a week past spring break. I saw the bracelet
from the city was still wrapped around my wrist. Baffeled, I spent the whole class confused about what happened. I questioned my sanity.

I jumped as my world five thoughts were interrupted by the bell. As everyone was leaving I approached my teacher. I told him my situation and asked him if I could go to the nurse. He grasped my wrist, tight. I yelled and he put his hand over my mouth.


"You watch what you say if you ever want to say anything else"

I ran out of the room to the ninth grade office to tell the administrator what happened. Before I could turn I ran right into two big men. Dressed like the Men In Black, but more huge and not on the good side. I made a thud noise as I hit them. They grabbed me by the arms and took me into the office. I was taken into the back room of the office and strapped into a chair. The lights went out and I could feel the area sink down like an elevator.

I awoke in a room very similar to the one in iRobot when they were doing whatever to the Robot Sonny. Except the room was more white than anything else. There were bright lights in my eyes and all kinds of wires attached to my body. The two big men that had abducted me from the hallway were standing above me.

"What happened on April 24th 2009?"

One of them asked.

"A passenger plane crashed into-"

I was cut off by electrical shocks, sent through me by the wires connected to me. I screamed.

"How do you remember this?"

One of the men asked, angrily. Not in frustration, but pure, hot anger. He was genuinely enraged by my memory.

"I was there!"

I yelled, in hopes they'd let me go.

I cried from the pain from the shocks.

I cried from the fear.

They continued asking me questions pertaining to that day. Each time I answered honestly. Each time I was shocked. They asked me for hours and hours and didn't hesitate to up the level on the electric shocks. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't seem to forget what happened on that day. They seemed to be getting tired of asking me. All I had to say was the same sentence over and over.

"I remember because I was there. I remember because I was there. I remember because I was there. I remember because I was there. I remember because I was there..."

And I never forgot.

But seriously I think I died in the end.
I should have died after the first like, three shocks, but NO.
I had to keep living and repeat myself like an idiot.
Meh, whatever. Thumbs up for perseverance.


To this day I often think about this dream. Analyzing what had happened. The possibilities are endless. I usually come to the conclusion that the government had made a fatal error. A large plane crashed, killed thousands, and they didn't want to get in trouble. They wiped as many memories as they could, but missed a few. Why I could remember? I don't know I don't have a great short term memory at all. Maybe my add prevented me from paying attention to whenever they erased the memories, I honestly have no clue. Either way, this is one of my favorites because of the awesome actiony feel I got when I was dreaming it. Plus I love the thought of the government being evil badasses who aren't as cool as they think they are. The possibility of aliens is also not out of the picture, but I'll stop here.  




Picture Credit:

City: Methevas@deviantart.com
Other pictures: Google Images

Vocab:

World Five- When something is intense, difficult, or impossible to get out of. Originating from 'Super Mario Bros' world five part.