I woke up on the shore of a green murky lake that licked the white sand with its pathetic waves. I grabbed a fishing rod and walked out to a dock I started fishing to the left of the dock. I knew I was fishing for a gator in my mind. I looked up and followed the ray of light down onto the lake and the waves disappeared into a flat mirror of green water. There was no ripple, no sign of life. I stopped fishing and reeled the line back in. I turned to the right of the dock and threw my bait into the green abyss.
I waited. No gator, then I look to my left which is where the dock faces the lake directly. There were gators absolutely everywhere, I looked down at my shoes and then threw the line only to find that all the peeking heads had submerged. Then I felt a tug, I fell into the water and looked at the gator I had hooked, he took the hook out of his mouth and gestured for me to follow him.
I looked back and saw a massive Nile crocodile swimming behind me. Then the little gator looked worried and guided me under a floating object and then jumped out of the water and into the floating object. I resurfaced and saw a huge bus floating in the water. I climbed in and felt a tug on my leg, it was the crocodile.
The little gator looked at me with fear in his eyes. I kicked the crocodile and got away but he boarded the back of the bus and caused the vehicle to start sinking. I exited my body and watched the events unfold in the third person. The bus turned vertical while the little gator and I were trying to escape and then we both started falling towards the crocodile and his wide open jaws. Then the murky water covered my field of vision.
I played a game once called Murder Mayhem, a video game in which 16 people play and one of them is randomly selected to be the murderer and one is randomly selected as detective. The rest of us are bystanders, the goal of the game is for the murderer to kill everyone without getting caught. Mind you, the bystanders must search for five emeralds so that they may receive a weapon to defend themselves.
In this dream we were in the game, by we I mean my old best friends and my current best friend. My old best friends, Alex and Luis were running towards Sal (my current best friend) and I. We all huddled up only to find out that there weren’t any other people in the game so one of us, was the murderer.
That’s when it happened, Alex drew a knife out and stabbed Luis in the neck, Sal and I, without weapons freaked out so we ran. He started picking up the emeralds we found on the grass. Soon enough a weapon spawned in his hand.
Then we ran through a portal and landed in my grandmothers dark four story home. Then they were both after me, that’s not how the game works but dreams will be dreams. I locked myself in a bathroom and they were both knocking on it then they were trying to bust the grand oak wooden door to the floor.
It was like a scene from the shining when they started breaking through the door little by little. Sal busts in and screams “Ha” and Alex stabs Sal in the neck with a transparent plastic knife. The blood splattered all over the mirror to my right. Sal’s body dropped to the white tile on the floor and painted it in seconds with blood.
Alex jumped over Sal, he lifted up his hand to stab me and I used a Jiu Jitsu move to break his shoulder and the knife dropped. He proceeded to punch me so that a tooth fell out. I grabbed the side of his face and smashed it against the glass, grabbed a piece of the glass and woke up when I was about to slam the piece of glass through his skin and into his heart.
Then I went back asleep and looked at my hands and saw it, clear as day, blood, red hands. But whose blood is in my hands.
I remember waking up in a nightclub. Since I am very young, and I’ve never been to a club, let’s just say this one looked like the ones from the movies. The music was loud and I had a beer in my hand. I don’t like beer very much but this one tasted like a milkshake (or I was too drunk to tell the difference:/…). I find my sisters dancing with some weird guys and suddenly I get a text from my cousin- who’s in town- saying that she wants us to come over. I go up to my sisters and tell them that we need to go. The truth is that we didnt really need to go but those guys were starting to transform into giant sized beer bottles (then again, I was probably very drunk in my dream).
I grab my sisters and we get inside a limo that seems to stretch on forever. As we ride, my sisters and I drink an orange potion and suddenly become sober and our clothes changed into something more casual. The “car” stops and we get out. We go inside this cool building that looks like its from the 20’s. The concierge greets us and gives us presents, and all the men and women inside are dressed like people from the “Great Gatsby” movie. We ride up the elevator to a certain floor and when the door opens, my cousin is there waiting for us. We greet each other and she takes us to her penthouse. When we reach the door, someone opens it from the inside. And who better to open the door of your, apparently rich, cousin’s penthouse than Daniel Radcliffe. In real life, I would probably freak out and die of a heart attack, then I’d come back to life and die all over again. But since this was a dream (and a dream is a wish your heart makes), Daniel and I were very well acquainted (friends). So we hugged and I went in.
The penthouse was huge and was very well decorated. It had “huge” paintings and “huge” couches and all the other “huge” things you would find in a rich person’s house. All of us walked into a room that looked like a bar. There was a stage at the opposite end of us, and one of my sisters suggested that we play karaoke. In a casual way we all said Yes…in a singing voice…and in unison. We took turns singing songs like “Never gonna give you up” and “Bohemian Rhapsody”. At one point, my brother showed up and we sang “Stand by me”.
It ended there. I just hope that dreams really do come true.
– Lauren S.
This is a story about…me. After I fell into the deep abyss that most of us know as sleep I woke up in a new world. I was standing with two buddies, I knew who they were when I woke up but I couldn’t tell you who they were now so we can call them Jim and Ben. Jim was strong and Ben was big but pretty dumb. We walked in the clouds, literally, until we hit a staircase and start to descend into God’s green Earth.
I couldn’t tell you what happened between walking down from heaven and respawning in an octagon like those we see on TV when men in tights, that cover a whopping 1% of their body, fight to become the Ultimate Fighting Champion. It was Jim, Ben and I. Jim and I were going at it pretty hard. I’ve been taking some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu lately so I could hold my own. Ben just stood there like a giant statue refusing to move with the passing of time.
There was a lot of blood as Jim and I exchanged blows. Fists, elbows, kicks, we were both proud owners of a brand new deformed face painted with the most expensive color. Somehow Jim got me to the ground and had an upper hand then I looked at Ben and suddenly saw this fight scene from my own eyes. Turns out I was not the third man, I was not the man who was fighting Jim. Now I was inside Ben and I controlled his body. The third man that I presumed I was before will now be named Matt.
Standing in Ben’s huge body I felt a strength I hadn’t felt before in Matt’s body. Immediately I felt the need to help Matt so I pulled my arm back ready to deliver a powerful and unexpected blow. Then I looked into Matt’s eyes and I suddenly shifted into Matt’s body. Ben must have been confused and when he tried to pull his punch it ended up landing directly on me.
I used to run by the parks that were by the ocean, the parks, in turn were by the residential area. This is where I found myself running in my dreams. It was not a hot day or a cold day but I do know that I was late so I was running fast. I ran into a building that today is split up into a surf shop and a pizzeria.
When I walked in I noticed a dragon floating in the air, 6 feet from the sealing. It was a red stereotypical skinny chinese dragon from the stories. Some teenagers walked into the building with book bags and as they took them off they jumped up and flew twenty feet up and sat on the dragon. I looked up and saw these teenagers throwing paper airplanes and laughing. I jumped up and sat down behind a laughing boy with a blue jacket and blond hair. We talked and talked and we waited for the teacher who was supposed t sit on the head of the dragon.
She never showed.
I was dreaming that I had joined special forces of the United States. I went through all the brutal training and afterward. I attended an extremely odd ceremony. The ceremony was the sacrifice of my comrades girlfriend. He cried as they said some words and she voluntarily walked into a room that she would not walk out of. I walked up to our commander and asked him “Why is this happening?”. “To serve you must lose all attachments in the civilian life” he answered. My heart broke, I told him I wanted to leave because I could not give up my significant other, he told me it was too late, “There’s no going back now son”.
The next day I visited the pool I used to work at and I saw them rehearsing for the ceremony. I saw my girlfriend in chains like the lady from King Kong (2005). My old best friend stood in front of her and made her recite an oath “I Claire…something something… do hereby sacrifice myself…” It was all really blurry. Then I remembered that blonde lady from Glee (Jane Lynch) and an old coworker were tightening the chains on Claire. The whole rehearsal was outside but when I blinked we were on the inside of a brick building and they were not rehearsing anymore. I had some old friends of mine blow up the wall behind her and since no weapons were allowed in the ceremony I got her and ran through the blown up wall jumped in a truck and drove away.
Not far from Mississippi I found myself strolling through the forest with two friends of mine. Our group was attacked by natives (I’m not exactly sure why natives continue to appear in my dreams). I made it out alive everyone else died. I was struggling to survive when I found three brothers. One was nice to me, one of them was quiet and the third hated me from the start. They were fur traders and thankfully the nice brother invited me to stick around. Everyday I grew closer to the nice brother and everyday the brother that hated me resented me more.
One day we came across a car with what seemed to be an African American boy inside. I walked over, opened the door and asked “What’s going on?”. He had tape on his mouth and I hadn’t noticed so I pulled the tape off and he responded. “My parents died, I was taken as bait. One of the brothers suggested we take him with us and then the brother that hated me aimed his gun at my chest and shot. Immediately the nice brother jumped in between us and was shot in the head. The quiet brother stood there and watched. I took out my weapon and the mean brother shot the boy accidentally in his rage. Natives came out of the trees and killed the quiet brother, I got up shot the mean brother and ran.