Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Now here's something differnt
Nightmare

I had a dream, and with this dream, I have come to understand what true fear is. No phobia can compare to the feeling I was overcome with. This cursed dream torments me, even after I have stepped into the world of reality. The cries of pain, of the agony…I don’t believe the power this dream has on me. Even now as I begin to unravel my story, I cannot seem to type right because my fingers still shake in terror. It was a normal day, nothing so ill…,I cannot find the proper word to fit what happened, could have been predicted. I was just about to leave the school from an after school program. Information about the program is irrelevant to the story. The bus ride was strange as everything gets exaggerated in a dream. Speaking of which, the city I seemed to be in wasn’t my hometown of K.C.MO, but a strange land to me. It seemed like a prospering city, but unlike the other cities, I saw no graffiti, no bums, no violence. Hmmm…to top it off the building were all white to boot. Every building looked so unnaturally peaceful, it seemed that not even a dream could conceive this alternated reality… And so it came, my moment to hop my bewildered ass out of the bus with two companions, both male. Our stop was no where near my house, even though I did not know where my house was in this strange new land. One of my companions was more silent than I, you asked him a question he answers yes or no, nothing more, we will call him Jorge. The other spoke as much as I. but this one was stranger than even I, in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain, we will call this one Marco. As we crusaded through the new city, I was disturbed at the sight of churches maybe 3 blocks away in every direction. I thought to myself why so many churches, I know people are religious, but this was and exaggeration. As we continued our short journey in silence, we came to a dramatic stop. The reason being was my companion Marco eased himself by acquiring a vacuum cleaner, which he could mount on his back. It was more like a blow-dryer, because it could spit out a liquid. Speaking of which, it was not just liquid, it was holy water which he chose as his ammunition. I thought it crazy for I thought there are plenty of churches around in which to seek refuge should something happen. As he became more secure with his new found weapon, we continued our crusade across this to good to be true city, we reached a highway splitting the city in two. We crossed this highway and came to the end of the happy land, and came into the slums of the great city, with no churches in sight. We walked for awhile until we reached a narrow path. It couldn’t have been more than 6.5 feet as we walked shoulder to shoulder, leaving 5 inches in between. As we pressed forward I couldn’t help but notice the place was depressing in a higher degree that I have come across. Though the houses were white as well, they did not bring any comfort as in the city, it was only a menacing and threatening feeling that they perceived. At first there was no sound, no sound at all, no birds, no dogs, no people, no nothing. Now that I think about it not even in the city was there ever sound, except for the wind, and our voices when we spoke of things I would rather not mention. I grew into deep thought, surely they as well have realized the silence. When all of a sudden we heard dogs barking, maybe two or three blocks away, I was sort of relieved, maybe it was only misfortune that we had come across no other of our people. As we continued down the narrow path I only observed as much as I could. What I saw was trees that looked as if they were ready to fall on us even though they seemed firmly planted in the ground at the same time. I noticed every window in sight have been shattered, and no one even bothered to clean up. As I looked further down the alley behind the houses in which we walked, I noticed that we had a rather long path ahead of us that seemed to have no end, just then we heard a women yelling. We all paused and it seems we all thought the same thing, This poor women was getting raped. We decided in silence that there was nothing we could do for we did not know where her screams were coming from, so we continued down our path…The sound of her screams still echoed within the confinement of my mind after we were well off about four blocks away from where we stood when we first heard her screams. I turned to look back, trying my best to ignore the screams still ringing in my head even after it‘s silence, and saw that we had come a long way as I could no longer even begin to see the highway. When I turned back around, my heart completely dropped at the new sound. There was a forest in front of us, who knew where came from all of a sudden. The new sound was of another women crying out in so much pain so much agony, it brought tears to my eyes as I heard what seemed to be a women going through unimaginable torture. Her screams were loud and clear, even though she seemed to be far, you could hear the changes in her tone of voice. You could hear every detail of her screams, what I heard is something that could only be heard in the depths of HELL. The strange one Marco jumped into the forest in an act of heroism, though I sincerely doubt he survived his first step because he disappeared. The silent one Jorge stood as a stone statue, it didn’t even seem he was breathing. Tormented by the sounds I heard, I feared that Hell had found a path to our land of the walking, and that the people of these slums, this city where the first to go. I feared for my life, and somehow found the strength to move my legs to turn around and run…And so it be that I awoke to the world of reality. This dream, this nightmare seemed so real. It gave me a new definition to what fear is. Reader whom ever you may be, I swear that no screams could compare to that which I heard. Even now knowing that it was a dream I still keep hoping that it was just that, a dream.

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