And we'd learn how our bodies worked...

When: Summer '10
Where: Something Catacombs, a School bus, and a giant white room.
Who: Myself and many students I am acquainted with.

 I don't care for school activities. If I don't have to be there, then I won't. In this particular dream the school provided the students with a place to get their homecoming pictures taken. Oddly enough they took the whole school to get pictures taken in some local catacombs.

Because North America is FULL of mysterious tourist-attracting catacombs...

These Catacombs however, were not like other homes for the dead. A large group of students were mingling in a very large, main room. On the walls there were dozens of boarded up entrances. Coming from beneath them were train tracks. No one else thought this was strange for some reason. Anyways, students flocked there and gathered together, put on fake smiles and were ready to get their pictures taken. They stood on the tracks. The girls gowns sparkling, their thin bodies grasping the boys in tuxedos, straightening their corsages.

I wasn't dressed for the occasion. There were a few others not in dresses and tux's. They stood outside of the main room in a courtyard type thing you'd see in a historic fort. I stayed to take pictures I believe and to marvel at the strange structure. They all seemed unaware of what they were standing in or on. Just stood there like stunned lemmings, frozen in their own 'thoughts' ready to have their photo taken.

The ground began to shake. Muffled, but loud, you could hear a plethora of sounds. The click-clack of the wheels on the joints of the rail, the squeal of the steel on steel friction between the wheels and the rails, and the most distinct, the sour tone of the trains horn. Those sounds multiplied by the dozens. The whole room began to shake. The dance goers seemed to pay no attention to the obvious danger. I was in between two rails, in the middle of the room. I had no where to run, there were trains already splitting the boards that had once covered the tunnels they were in. Their lights were blinding. I yelled at my classmates who seemed to be withheld in their own world. Unmoving and un-effected by the immense danger that was coming towards them.

I could see two trains coming from both rails I was standing between. I stood vertically and spread my arms horizontally, in a pitiful attempt to flatten myself out to avoid being torn apart by the trains. I shut my eyes as I felt the immense metal monsters slide past me. I held my ground despite the powerful wind that was trying to pull me apart from my body. I waited for what felt like years. When it was over, I was immediately immobilized. My clothes and body were drenched in blood that had come from the lemming-like classmates of mine. They hadn't moved out of the way. Blood was covering my whole being. I clenched my mouth shut and tried to open my eyes. My eyelashes dripped red water as I saw the whole room was also dripping in their blood. Pools of it were coming from the ceiling. I began to shake, as I tried to move. The blood was so heavy, and I was so shocked, I could barely move. I stood there for minutes trying to lift my foot up to take a step to the courtyard. As I made myself turn around to leave there were two people standing on some tracks that were previously behind me. Friends of mine, a lean rosy cheeked girl with white blond hair and a boy with dark skin and black hair. They stood there unharmed. I breathed a sigh of relief and began to trudge towards them. Not before a single train came out of a wall near them and pummeled them. They seemed to explode on impact. I ran out of the room as fast as I possibly could, considering the amount of blood-weight that had been added to my clothes and body. I ran to the court yard to find some one to tell. People saw me and immediately ran. They ran into the room with the tunnels. I tried to tell them to stop and explain what had happened. They paid no attention and ran into the catacomb. I gave in and fell to the ground.

The next thing I can remember was looking down from about on that huge room. There were no more train tracks, no blood, just a pile of small rocks. There was a man, a tour guide I assumed. There was him and a few other students I recognized. He handed us each a rock and a pencil. He told us to write what we wish for on it.

"I wish everything would be okay"

Is all I wrote on the small space I had to write it. I threw it into the pile, as did the others. He lead us up some stairs. The door at the end of the stairs lead to a room. This was, again, no ordinary room. This wasn't even a room I don't think. There were hundreds of people, and billions of small, 4x3" sheets of paper. In stacks, scattered on the ground, they were every where. There were people frantically looking through them and some people lying on the ground weeping. These people were looking for their wish. The deal was that if you found it it would come true. There were some people that just left the room as soon as were lead in. There were some people that were there for years. There were slips of paper on the stairs. The few of my classmates who went inside skipped the stairs. I sat down on the first step and began searching.

I saw so many different wishes. I saw wishes for money, love, food, friendship, even wishes for strange things. Wishes for death. I slowly made my way down the 15 steps, thoroughly searching for my own wish. I got to the bottom and saw a wish that reminded me of my very first best friend. I looked around and saw her searching on the ground about 30 feet away from me. I walked up to her and handed her the piece of paper. She read it and began to cry, she hugged me and ran out of the room. Satisfied, I also left.

Fast forward to the next morning. I was on the school bus. There were very few kids on the bus. The driver dropped us off at a ware house and explained that there were not enough students to occupy the old high school and that until further notice, we'd be going here. There ended up being around 50 students in the warehouse. There were around 70 desks set up. 4 teachers taught us all as a group. Class was interrupted by two big men in suits. They began to question us about the day before. I told them what had happened and they grabbed me and a few other students by the arms and shoved us into their car. They told us to cooperate. Out of fear, none of us protested.

We were taken back to the catacombs. The tracks were there once more. The tunnels were boarded up like nothing had happened. They took us outside to a grassy hill that was right next to the deck that jetted out of the catacombs. In the grass were clumps. Clumps of blood and chunks of red, soggy flesh. They had cats, not police dogs but police cats, sniffing the red gunk. One associate of the group was whispering to another and pointed at me. As they turned away I ran into the woods at the end of the grassy hill.

I ran until I found a suspension bridge. I went across the shaky wooden structure as slowly and carefully as I could.

I was feeling alright about it until a hideous creature appearedIt wasn't very big at all. It looked similar to Smeagol from the Lord Of The Rings series, except this thing was even more disgusting and had tufts of black hair coming from his head, and his flesh seemed to be falling off. It slowly walked towards me, it stopped and looked at me, and passed me and went on it's way. I tried to keep my balance on the bridge, but inevitablely failed. 

When I woke up from this dream I threw up. Possibly a mixture of sickness and disgust from the dream. It wouldn't be the only time I've done that. 

Photo Credit:

Tunnel: TimLaSure@Deviantart.com

Paper Stack: Gondorff@Deviantart.com

Bridge: Skip2000s@Deviantart.com

Smeagol: Pitchurina@Deviantart.com

Woods, Promgoers, and Catacombs are from Google Images.