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.

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.

And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so...

When: Grade 9

Where: 9th grade hallway, random wilderness, Mt. KFC, Mt. Captain D's.

Who: Myself, Creepy Detention teacher, and random students.

It began as a regular day at school. I was late and was struggling to open my locker. That picture by the way is my actual locker from freshman year. I went and took it for the sole purpose of this. As it began to open, a giant BOOM came out of no where. The wall that used to be where those windows used to be, crumbled. The roof of the school was torn away and a light gray blanket of powder covered the whole inside. It tickled my skin and my nose. Then I blacked out. 

The next thing I remember is waking next to a campfire in the dead of night. I was in a sleeping bag and could there were other people circling the fire. I weakly picked up myself up, but not before being slapped on the head and shushed by my former detention teacher that I saw far too much of. I felt a large hand touch the back of my neck. A hand, but not human. It was smooth and slender and it drug it's nails against the back of my spine up to the back of my left ear. I sat there, holding my urge to scream, for a solid 5 minutes before it stopped. I breathed for the first time in what seemed forever. I looked up at Ms... We'll call her Ms. White. She was a woman well into her fifties with a stern, constantly angry face. Her voice was like a mace to a chalkboard and her head was like Bob Ross's hair asexually reproduced and made itself comfy. Anyways, she explained to me that some kind of bomb went off and destroyed the school and SOME HOW A few people survived. Those other people were asleep around the fire. I had apparently been a month long slumber. The effect of the bomb had mutated a lot of people. I hadn't seen what was touching me, and apparently that was a good thing. They were supposedly a lot like humans but stretched. Like melted plastic. They had lost most civil behaviorism and ate whatever they could find. Including weak slumbering humans. If they could find them, for they were blind. Ms. White explained that if I had moved it would have known I was a live creature and eaten me alive. After hearing this shocking news I realized that my stomach felt like it was going to eat it's lining if nothing else was given to it. I asked where I could get some food. Ms. White looked up and told me to wait for it. 

I looked up to see a mountain towering above me. I saw small, oblong shapes falling from the sky. As they fell on my sleeping bag I could see that KFC was falling from above. I personally do not like KFC but at the time didn't care. Chicken was falling all over the camp. She told me that KFC started falling here and that's why the camp is here. I didn't ask any questions. I asked her why I was out here in the first place. She told me I was in danger of mutating and couldn't be trusted inside. Crushed, I asked if there was a cure. She informed me that there was a mountain somewhere with the cure on the top of it. It sat there in piles, just waiting to be found. I asked what it looked like. She told me I'd just know.

There seemed to be hundreds of mountains in the surrounding area. I climbed just one. I felt it was the right one, and it was. It was a mountain with another mountain of Captain D's on it. And it was beautiful. I took it and threw it onto the camp. Ate some of it and pushed it all down the side of the mountain. I was later rewarded 50,000 dollars for my discovery. I spent the money on a gas station. Then I woke up. So I thought, I woke up to see a red Thunderbird hanging from my friend's ceiling. One of her walls was also a giant t.v. Turns out THATS where I spent my money. Then I woke up again and went downstairs and asked my friend if I had actually won the money. Puzzled, she told me to go back to bed. I probably did, I can't remember.

More or Less the Other way...

• When: Grade 6
• Location: A Forest, and a Plane to Venezuela
• People: The Adams Family, an old friend, myself, and The Macaroni Dinosaur

I was in the middle of a clearing in an animated, most likely Anime,forest. The sun was shining and in the middle of this clearing was a giant open dollhouse. Very similar to this picture I found on Google when I typed in 'dollhouse'.  

Anyways, this dollhouse though, was in black and white. As was the family inside. But this family has always been grey scale, because it was the ever so famous, Adams Family. I have never been fond of them at all. The show gave me the willies as a child.

I was standing with them in their house playing my red Game Boy Advanced SP, catching Pokemon on Sapphire version. I was walking through tall grass as usual when a wile Pokemon appeared. To my surprise, it was no Pokemon, it was a stegosaurus version of the Kraft Macaroni Dinosaur. It flew out of my screen, standing outside of the dollhouse at fifty feat tall. The Adams Family cowered in fear and ran to the corners of the half open house. The creature, though his size was immense, didn't seem to be a threat. His tongue hung lose from his mouth and he panted and wagged his tail as if he were a puppy. So somehow in my world five deep dream, I pulled a pine tree out of the ground and threw it as far as I could into the forest. As I watched it run away happily Morticia Adams grabbed me by the arm and swiftly ran me out back where we got on their personal airplane. They said that we could escape this monster by flying to Venezuela. So off we flew. I could see out of my window the crestfallen face of a disappointed, cheesy, dinosaur. Who had then realized that we would not be returning. As I glanced down at my Game Boy, a bit upset, I heard a familiar voice. I looked up and saw the face of an old friend that I had considered one of my very best friends all through elementary school. There stood my friend, skin white as snow and a head full thick, black, curly hair. We'll call him Johnny for this. Johnny was dressed like Conan from the anime, Case Closed, and began explaining to me why a food mascot came out of my video game. He sat down in the seat next to me and said, "It's really quite simple..." I waited. I never found out. That was one of my very worst cliffhanger dreams at the time. To this day, I still wonder what Johnny would have said. And I totally would have done it if I could find my Pokemon Sapphire Version. Alas, I will never know.

Pilot

• Name: Madgod
• Age: Infinite
• Location: New Sheoth

My whole life I've had extremely vivid, and sometimes terrifying, dreams. In this Blog, Bedroom Galaxy: Dark Eyes Dreaming, I will be keeping accurate records of past and current dreams. They will be thoroughly confusing to others and me, most likely. I'm posting them here in hopes other people will read them for entertainment and in slight hope that someone will understand them better than I will. Possibly analyze them. A warning though, some entries I post may be graphic. Nightmares can be a pain. These are things I have actually dreamt. Don't doubt me. No, I do not partake in the doing of the drugs. 

Anyways, If anyone ends up reading this, thanks.

My thoughts are logical in my bedroom.
I lay awake with a desperate moon.
I'm wishing it all away, I wish it away.
I don't need the anxiety. -Secret and Whisper

Title Credit.

Bedroom Galaxy: Track 3 on Secret & Whisper's 2nd album, Teenage Fantasy.

Dark Eyes Dreaming: Track 5 on The Rise of Science's 1st album, Casey.