Upon closing my eyes my sister and I were thrown onto a dark fire escape. We had just lost a very important game that I do not remember. There was panic all through the air and it felt as if it was the end to all life. Horrifyingly, my sister drilled to nails into her skull. One on the back of her neck, hitting her medulla, and one right under her jaw. To my surprise I followed her actions. Unlike her, I survived and panicked as the nail pierced through me. Though I quickly removed them, half of my tongue had fallen out. I was then transported to a hospital where every room was full of people. My face had gone back to normal but my tongue was now shorter. I held the other rotting half in my hand and ran through the halls searching for a way to conserve it. As I ran I stumbled upon my boyfriend. He grabbed my hand and asked what was going on but I refused to answer. He told me that whatever was going on, I was going to be okay and he pulled me in. I pushed back and ran to a doctor. After finding him I told him my problem and held up my hand to reveal the flesh. He looked at me in concern for it had disappeared from my palm.
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 woke up to being seduced by some random woman I had no recollection of seeing before, (supposedly if you conjure up a face in your mind, it is a face you’ve seen before, who knows?). I immediately pushed away because “I am with someone else” I told her. My words had no effect on her facial expression and immediately after my girlfriend walks into the room and grabs my hand put pays no attention to the stranger in the room. She drags me out and says nothing but leads with a smile and a beautiful laugh to the backyard.
She opened the door to a backyard that extended for miles in all directions. I was told that it was night time but it seemed like it was day because of the millions upon millions of lightbulbs in rows above me that extended as far as the eye could see. The party was quite crowded, and I happen to not be so fond these events where people gather to drink. What happened during the party was a blur, its like my mind fast forwarded the whole thing.
After the party everyone disappeared, absolutely everyone had left, except for the father of my girlfriend. It was hard to tell whether or not the sun was up, the lightbulbs continued to blot out the sky. Her father and I did everything we could to take the lightbulbs down. We shot the bulbs with shotguns, we cut the wires, we smashed bulbs with bats among other odd techniques. We accustomed ourselves to the sound of glass crunching below our boots. After what seemed to be a couple hours we had huge piles of wrapped up wire and the blades of grass where outnumbered by the shards of glass. I am not sure why we did this, why we destroyed so many bulbs for no reason. We sat down on some chairs and squeezed the water out of plastic bottles and looked up at the millions of remaining bulbs that still blotted out the sun.