Fire and Lakes

This isn't my usual kind of dream. There isn't anything revolting or a monster... well not quite a monster. I can't quite describe it but I figured, a dream is a dream, even if it isn't a nightmare =P. So here is something a little bit different from normal.

22nd July, 2011: Fire and Lakes
The sun was beating down on the cracked brown earth where I was laying. I could make out the deep blue of the sky and rolled over onto my stomach. The grass nearby had been turned brown by the heat that had come over the summer. I was lying by the pool, listening to music when I heard the cars start up. The boys were up to their old tricks and took off way to quickly down the old driveway. I rolled my eyes as the cloud of dust they had brought up slowly settled by my side and stood up to brush the dust off my white dress. One of the boys stopped to give me a grin, he was about to climb on a deep chestnut horse and take off after the other boys who’d taken off in individual cars. He asked if I was coming down to the lake with them, and that he’d race us. I smiled and said I’d beat them there, running down the path. I could hear the slap of my thongs on the ground as I ran up the driveway, the wind slowly slipping past my hair. The guy rode up quickly on the horse and grinned as he rode past me. Turning right at the end of the drive way we headed into the paddock, the grass brown and dead from the long summer’s heat. I could make out the cars up ahead, one bright green, one bright purple, a red and a white. The guys were laughing as they got to the lake. For some reason, I had no trouble keeping up with them, despite being on foot the entire time. When they got to the lake, rather than demounting, the boy on the horse dove into the lake and began to swim across. I followed after, diving into the murky brown water. I swam across just behind him when the boys in the cars all drove into the water, doing the same thing. I scrambled onto the banks of the other side and we continued down towards the Cliffside. The cars over took me, and so did the boy on the horse until they came to a sudden halt. I skidded as I tried to stop myself falling over the side of the cliff, the boy on the horse grabbing at my dress and yanking me back before I flew over. The cars screeched and in the distance, I saw a large spark. We stood there for a moment, looking into the distance, attempting to make out the spark. It seemed to come closer and closer until we could make out the distinct pattern of fire heading our way. Abandoning the cars, we began to head back towards the lake, in a hope that diving into the water would stop us being burned. The run back seemed to take forever, dodging and ducking through branches, the sun beating down hotter and hotter, or perhaps it was the first that was on our tails, which seemed to move and burn in the same directions we were travelling at, nipping at our feet just to remind us it was there. I saw the water and took a deep breath, diving into the luke warm water.  I could hear splashes behind me, one, two, three… but no forth. I rose to the surface to see the boy in the bright purple car engulfed in flames. He screamed out and then he wasn’t there anymore. The fire had reached the banks and taking another breath I dove underneath the protection of the water. I could make out the silhouettes of the other boys. I began to lose air, but could make out the fire crossing over the top of the water, seeming unfazed by the water beneath.  I began to rise, but the boy on the horse grabbed my arms and held me down. I began to feel light headed, my lungs screamed to allow air in, and finally he released me. I rose to the surface and took in a deep gulp of air. The fire had just passed by in front of me, sitting on the surface and continued forward down the lake.

I looked at the boy and thanked him for keeping me down, because if he hadn’t, surely I would have been burned like the other boy. He looked at me, and said “don’t thank me yet” as I felt a tug on my leg. I looked down and in the water was a kid, who seemed to be trying to reach the top. Putting my arms down I helped him to the surface only to receive what can only be described as an electric shock course through my body. I looked up on the bridge and a strange man was standing there, his face shadowed by the broad hat he was wearing. He pointed at the child, and the next thing I knew the child was in his arms. He began to wrap the child in fishing net, over and over and over, before throwing the child into the water, where he was caught by a rip. The man smiled cruelly and said “let’s see you beat this one”. I swam for the child who began to sink under water, however with each passing wave in the water; I felt another electric shock course through my body. The waves pulled the boy further and further along the lake, the boys swam alongside me to help the kid. I watched as with each passing stroke, we all seemed to be shocked by the same invisible electric current. Reaching the child, one of the boys grabbed the net and instantly began to be shocked. I could see the waves of electricity coursing through him as he opened his mouth to scream, but it was only filled with water. He looked at me for a second, then his eyes became lifeless, he lay there clinging to the net, unmoving. The child smiled and then disappeared completely. I floated there for a minute, staring and trying to comprehend what had just happened. One of the boys pulled on my arm and began to drag me up stream. When we reached up stream, there was an old wooden dock bobbing in the water. We pulled ourselves up onto the dock, exhausted and gasping for air. The guy looked over at me and said “what the fuck was that?” I shook my head, unable to comprehend what was actually going on when I got a feeling of extreme dread. The dock lead into the forest and I had a feeling there was something darker waiting for us in there. Standing up I looked into the forest, seeing only shadows darting from one tree to another. I took a deep breath and stepped into the shadows. It was cold. I felt the shadows cling to me, blocking out any sunlight on my skin and then felt a tug. I landed hard on my back. I felt something grab at my leg and begin dragging me. Deeper and deeper into the forest I seemed to be pulled, unable to cling onto anything to stop this propulsion. The forest got darker and darker until I couldn’t see in front of me. I could hear a strange rumble growing louder and louder. Then I woke up.

Ghost Hunters?

Apparently, if you have a brain or subconscious like mine and you watch a comedy before bed (In this case the big bang theory) your mind gets bored and decides to conjure up ghost hunters while you sleep.... I think it's safe to say my brain is quite.... yeah...

31st May, 2011

I was standing in a square looking up at a balcony. The square was filled with a lot of people all looking towards the balcony, eagerly waiting for the arrival of someone or something. Through the crowd I spotted someone I recognised and pushed my way through the people. I reached her and she grabbed my hand and motioned me to the alley way. We stood in the shadows as the crowd began to cheer at the appearance of a man standing on top of the balcony. She pointed down the alley way and told me to take the third door on the left. I headed down the alley way and finally reached the third door. I turned the handle slowly, the knob was freezing cold against my palm and snuck into the room. It was dark inside and I could make out the sound of sand falling to the ground in the distance. I walked up towards the light, which was streaming in from the broken roof above. A man was sprawled on the ground, he was running a comb back and forth on an old tapestry. He must have heard me approach as he yelled out. I lunged at him and he dropped the comb. I threw my weight against him, and he fell down, smacking his head on a rock. I leaned over, checked his pulse, he was out cold. I walked over to the tapestry and drew a small octagonal box from my pocket. I opened the top and sprinkled some blue sand over the tapestry. The sand ate through the image, replacing it with another.  I smiled as I gathered the residue from the ground and placed it back into the box. I left the room to meet the girl, who was waiting outside. She asked me if I got it and I handed the box to her, walking back towards the square, leaving her behind. When I reached the square the crowds were in a panic, large rocks and fire fell from the sky and people ran, those who were hit turned into zombies who mindlessly roamed the street, grabbing at people who were running the wrong way and dragging them down into a similar state. I started to run towards the safe house which was a few streets away, pushing people out of the way I dodged at the rocks which seemed to double with each one that impacted the ground.

I turned a corner and ended up in a suburban street. The streets gave off a feeling of eerie silence. A guy was walking next to me, he looked nervously around at the houses. I could feel eyes watching me, but no matter where I turned I couldn't see any. He looked at me and said "we should stock up" and I agreed. We started heading towards houses with open doors, we packed food and any other supplies we could find into bags and then moved onto the next place. Anything that was long lasting we kept, those that were perishable got left behind. The more houses we went to the more a feeling of dread and danger crept up on me. I could feel myself getting nervous as I walked from place to place. I took his hand and told him, I thought it was time we found a safe house. Somewhere we could stay and where the eyes couldn't follow. We continued to walk at a brisk pace until we reached a hedge. For some reason we decided we should climb over it, as it would be our safest bet. He gave me a boost over and I landed softly on the grass. He climbed over after me and grabbed my hand as we walked down the old stone path. We reached an iron gate which we pushed hard. The gate gave way with a creak and we headed into a large house. The house was dark inside, and while the feelings of eyes seemed to diminish as we climbed over the hedge, the house itself made me feel uneasy. We went room to room, each one identical to the one before with a simple sofa, a fire place, and pictures on the wall. Finally we came to the back door. Pushing it open we were standing in a sunny garden. There were flowers growing and garden gnomes. Despite the sunny deposition of the place I began to feel even more uneasy. We walked around the garden for a while, when one of the garden gnomes caught my attention. I bent down and looked at it. It looked exactly like the girl from before, she was even holding the box I had given her. With that I knew this place wasn't safe so I grabbed the guy by the hand and we headed for the back fence. Climbing over, I could feel vines on my legs, pulling me back. Twisting out of the grasps we fell hard onto the concrete path outside the house.

We wandered down the dark grey street until we came across a duplex. I knew this was the house that used to belong to my uncle... I also knew there wasn't something quite right about the house to begin with, but I figured it was better to stay in this house knowing, than an unknown house awaiting surprises. The door was opened when we got there, it looked almost inviting. We walked into the house. making sure to keep all the lights low.  I headed up stairs to the kitchen and placed the food in shelves. I then opened the pantry door and began pulling out blankets, a tv was playing softly in one of the rooms and I went in to turn it off. I got an eerie chill down my spine. I walked to the window and saw Grant and Jason from ghost hunters. They were investigating the house opposite us. They looked up and gave a small wave. Behind them I could see a mist forming and I pointed at it. They turned and began to chase after it. I headed down stairs to find the front door wide open. It was swinging back and forth, despite the fact that there was no wind. I walked over and slammed it shut hard. I turned the key in the door, locking it. I went back to the window to check on the boys. They seemed to be fine, doing the same thing. I heard a creak and turned to see the door open again slowly. The guy I was with came down with a large brown ottoman. He placed it against the door to stop it opening. I said, it was pointless since the door opened outwards, and he suggested putting it on the outside. I realised then doing that, would notify people of where we were. He placed it outside anyway and I started to get frustrated. I could feel darkness closing around and eyes on me. I looked at the guy and walked over to him. I kept saying this isn't what is supposed to happen. It's not meant to be this way. They're meant to be here, they’re meant to get rid of this. Why are the things in here? And the guy looked at me. His face was blank as if he wasn't sure how to respond, as if I had gone off script. I got angry at him, I threw the door open, climbed over the ottoman and walked off the porch into the dark. Then I woke Up.

Bad Idea

Sometimes I have dreams, and all I can think is, seriously what the hell was that?? This is one of them because I have no explanations at all for it.

15 May, 2011 Bad Ideas

I was standing outside my grandfather's house, watching a million black crows fly across the sky and land in  the trees in the park out the front of his house, not that you could call it a park, it had dirt instead of grass and a few trees lined along the side. No one ever really played there, it was just a path between two parts of the street. The guy sitting next to me swore as more and more birds circled above turning the sky dark. He looked at me and said, "we could just burn it down, birds and all". I thought for a second, it didn't seem like the best plan, but it wasn't the worst one we had come up with either. "Alright, the gasoline's in the back" I said as he walked over and later came back with a small can. He began pouring the gas onto the bottom of the trees and grabbed a lighter from his pocket. "last chance to pull out" he said with a grin. "Let's just get it over with" I said as I turned and headed up the stairs. He tossed the lighter onto the trees and walked up the stairs after me as the flames traveled up the trees. I stood there in the golden ember, and watched the birds fall from the sky. The wind changed suddenly and the first headed towards the house. I sighed and said "Some fucking plan that was".  I ran into the house and started putting my stuff in boxes. My family began to do the same, I kept loading my stuff into boxes, handing them to the guy to put into the van parked in the driveway. More and more things seemed to pile up and I could feel the house getting warmer and warmer.

Everyone threw things in the car and headed towards the road, when my aunt started screaming about a baby she forgot to pick up. Rolling my eyes I looked at the guy from the start and he said "guess we're going back". He turned the car around and we got off, I watched as the other cars drove off. I ran towards the house, the flames getting close and closer. I threw the door open and headed through the lounge room and into the hallway joining the dining room. I turned into the spare bedroom which was a nursery, there was a strange shadow girl standing over the crib. She lifted the baby up and walked towards me. I told her to give me the baby but she wouldn't as she walked past me into the flames. I yelled, but the baby seemed unharmed and sleeping in her arms. She told me if I wanted the baby back I had to put all the food from the cabinet into her bag. I started grabbing at the food and throwing it into the bag, however the more food I put in there, the less food that seemed to be in the bag and the more on the table, I put my arms across all the food and dragged it into the bag, again everything appeared. Frustrated I pushed the cabinet hard and it fell backwards. It smashed into the wall creating a large hole. "Well now you're stuffed" the girl said as the black birds began to flock into the room. More and more of them flew into the room until I couldn't see the girl anymore. I could feel them in my hair, on my skin, everywhere. Everything went black. Then I woke up.

The Game and Bugs

Here's two dreams for you!! Apparently my brain decided since I was restarting a dream journal you guys deserved two for one. I did have another dream last night.. but I seem to be forgetting bits and pieces of it so in short it was me at work, looking after the shop while half the merchandise was stolen. I was trying to teach someone to do something but they were more interested in playing cards.

The other two I've named "The Game" and "Bugs" to deal with the content... I think the first one is a lot more.. nightmarish than the second one.. but here we go...

"The Game"
I was with a boy and we seemed to be in a game. We were wandering around this old suburb that seemed to be deserted. We walked into a house, which had been badly boarded up. The air felt damp and my skin was crawling in the darkness. I felt on edge the entire time in the house while we went room to room looking for some kind of weapon. There wasn't much to the house at all, some old furniture that had been turned over, empty photo frames and the smell of dust. We went up the old stair case and into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was what was once a woman. Her skin was decaying and she had a strange yellow goo coming from her wounds, feeling sick I stumbled out the door and back down the stairs into the "fresh air" only it didn't seem so fresh. The sky was getting darker and a strange fog was drifting in the air. The boy came down the stairs and to me with a machete in his hand. He handed something to me and said it was something I needed to have. Unsure of what it was, I stuffed it in my pocket as he continued down the road, I hurried to follow, not wanting to be left alone. He came to a door way and stopped for a second. He looked at me and asked me what I saw. I didn't understand, my pocket felt hot so I reached in and pulled out an old necklace. It was an old locket, simple and round. I was trying to open it but it wouldn't and then I looked at the door and it was as if I could see through it. There were a lot of creatures inside there. Almost like zombies but lean and tall. They had a strange grey colour to them and their eyes were completely black, from their mouths were bits of yellow goo. I told him he had to go in there because there was something there that would answer his question, but he had to save his strength, because they would all come for him at once. He handed me a small knife and took a  deep breath. He opened the door and peered into darkness. He walked through the door and I followed. It was quiet in the house... too quiet. He turned a corridor and things came at him, only a few this time. He hit at them with his machete and they fell to the ground. He turned and continued, Wait I said, but he didn't listen, he walked through the door, and he was surrounded by the things. I hurried to the door, but for some reason, something wouldn't let me in. I banged at the invisible door that had somehow appeared there, and he turned to look at me as the creatures scrambled up behind him. He's eyes filled with panic for a second as they grabbed at him. He looked at me, or through me and then pointed behind me. I turned to look, but there was nothing there. I turned back, only to see him disappear into a see of grey. I turned to avoid the sight, only to see nothing. It was black. I turned around, nothing but black... I spun around and around, reaching out for something, but there was nothing... nothing but black. Then I woke up.

"Bugs"
I was lying in my bed, staring up at the roof debating actually getting out of bed considering the long list of things I had to get done. I was just thinking about the remnants of the dream I had just had when a bug fell from the ceiling onto my bed. I startled and flicked it off my bed, only to find two more had fallen onto my bed. Looking up my ceiling light was dark instead of it's usual white. More and more bugs began to fall from the ceiling onto my bed. I jumped up and grabbed the near can of bug spray, only to find it didn't work. A friend of mine appeared in the room with a can of deodorant and began spraying them. "what exactly is that going to do? I asked her, She grinned and said.. "we're going to set them on fire." I looked at her for a second, but it's my bed?? she didn't seem to care as I grabbed another can of bug spray. More and more bugs began to crawl across the ceiling and down the walls, Freaked out I grabbed her and turned for the door. Opening the door we quickly stumbled into the hall way only to hear screaming coming from my sister's room. Walking in there her room was also covered in bugs. She came screaming out and bumped into my dad, who's room was also filling up with bugs. My friend kept spraying the deodorant everywhere,while my dad picked up a container and started scooping bugs up and throwing them out the window, with little hope we stumbled out the front door. Behind our fence, two men were digging a huge square pit and were placing metal tubes inside. They were pumping something, and the more they pumped the more bugs that entered the house. The looked up, their faces blurry, their eyes dark as my friend lit a lighter and threw it into the house. The house burst into flames, the smell of dead bugs lingering in the air. Smoke poured out of my bedroom window, and then just like that it was gone. The house wasn't on fire, we walked inside, and all that remained were a few dead bugs. My friend looked at me and said "I told you it would work" and then I woke up.