Yet Another Dream (on hazardous chemicals, the government, and airplanes)‏

The Earth was nearly in ruin. 

The overuse of pesticides and other harmful chemicals had ruined the atmosphere and poisoned the soil. Nuclear war had broken out, and the United States Government had for overstepped its bounds, growing nearly into a totalitarian regime. 

They ruled by fear. 

Like the in IRS scandals today, they were targeting Christians and conservative groups, making their lives miserable and even 'eliminating' them entirely if they were too influential. 

One day, they decided to do this to my family. 

An unofficial-looking official came to our house and walked in - he didn't even knock. 

He wore a white hazmat suit and carried a clear container (full of a glowing, sickly-green, viscous liquid) with a spraying mechanism. 

We all knew what it was - a deadly, flammable chemical (its name started with an 'e', but I don't remember exactly what it was called) that caused something like radiation poisoning, but it killed far more quickly and painfully. 

He said something about 'official business', then how our 'interfering in government affairs' had gone 'too far.' 

"Do you know what this is?" he asked obnoxiously, like a stereotypical supervillain from a child's cartoon. Not bothering to wait for an answer, he confirmed our inferences.

Paying no further heed to us, he cackled wildly and began saturating the floor, ceiling, and walls, looking everything like a firefighter from Fahrenheit 451.

We rushed into our rooms, threw on our own protective suits, tossed anything important into backpacks, went outside, and hopped into our jeep. 

Our yard was full of hazmat-suited government agents, spraying everything in sight with chemicals. Oddly, no one attempted to stop us. 

We arrived at our friend's private airport where he was readying the last few planes that would take people to a more habitable planet he'd discovered. There wasn't room for all of us on one, so we had to split up and each take separate flights.

The interior of the plane I boarded was like none other. There weren't rows of seats; it looked more like a cross between a spacecraft from a science fiction film and a boat (I can think of no other way to describe it). 

The other passengers were mostly middle-aged to older adults: a brunette named Mariel and an old man that looked like he could have been the brother of Doc Brown from Back to the Future introduced himself as Gray, but the rest didn't introduce themselves (or speak at all, for that matter). Three of my friends from school, Peter, Alex and Nathanael, were there as well. 

Takeoff went as expected; everything went normally until the third hour of our journey.

Out of nowhere, everyone except my friends and me rose silently. Gray opened the two hatches that led to the escape pods. Mariel pulled out a gun and pointed it in the direction of my friends while backing through an escape hatch.

"Sorry, kids. You four have been chosen to start a repopulation colony on Earth," she said, though we all knew it was a stinking heap of rubbish. 

They all worked for the government; this was their plan all along. 

Our friend had betrayed us. 

Lando at Bespin all over again.

I brainstormed for ideas to get us out of  this mess. Alex tried to stop them, but Mariel shot her for her efforts - her aim was true and she died instantly. 

Before we could do anything else, the escape pods shot into space.

Peter, Nathanael, and I were left in a  plane we couldn't fly over a dying planet with the world out to get us. 

I ran into the cockpit; the pilot and copilot were gone and the plane was losing altitude.  

"PARACHUTES!" I screamed to my friends. 

"GONE!" Peter shouted in reply. 

"Scour the place!" I ordered as I frantically scanned the control panel. I found a joystick and pulled it back, hoping that it had something to do with controlling the altitude. 

All at once, countless figures appeared on the radar as a crash followed by an explosion jarred the aircraft. 

We were hit!

Alarms blared and lights flashed as the air screamed through our failed engines. 

We were going to crash. 

Nathanael and Peter appeared suddenly with three parachutes.

We jumped.

Another Dream Pirates of the Caribbean-style

In this dream, I was a small red-headed girl of about twelve, living with her father, a merchant, on an island in the Caribbean. One day, a certain band of evil pirates just happened to decide to attack a certain trading island. That island just happened to be the one that my father and I lived on.


When my father glanced out his office window, he noticed another ship coming into port. Nothing unusual. Then, he noticed the black flag. He gathered all of his important documents and hid them where absolutely no one would find them. Then, he ran out into the street warning everyone. Then he sprinted off to find me.

“Go!” he shouted. “Hide in the woods!” I didn’t want to leave him, but he insisted and pushed me in the direction of the woods. “Go! RUN! I'm not about to lose you to those [censored]!”

In shock at his use of that certain word and the attack, I ran as fast as I could, wiping tears from my face. When I reached the second tallest tree, I started climbing to the top, where I had built a secret fort.

It wasn’t much, just a platform of scrap wood with a canopy roof. Inside, I had hidden a few blankets, shells, colorful stones, and a bow with a few arrows. I reached for the waterproof box containing the bow and opened it. Underneath the bow, I found brown pants, a green shirt, and brown boots. They had once belonged to my older brother. He was the only other person that knew about the fort.

I changed into my brother’s old clothes, grabbed my weapons, and climbed down. I raced to the edge of the forest and into the lower branches of another tree. Nocking an arrow, I scanned the area for a pirate. No such luck. Then, out of nowhere, a young high-ranking British naval officer spotted me and ran over.

He tried to hide his shock at seeing a girl dressed like a man, but he didn’t do as well as he hoped.

“This is no place for a young lady. You must come aboard with me where you’ll be safer,” he said. I just stared. “Please, it’s for your own good. You can come aboard with me either the easy way, or the hard way. Take your pick.”

Hmm, let’s see. The “easy way” meant willingly, of my own accord, and the “hard way” meant forcibly, against my will, probably with additional issues. Who knew with the British navy? Sighing, I left my bow and arrows in the tree and climbed down, obviously not the least bit pleased.

Carefully, we made our way to the ship. I constantly worried about my father, and even once thought that I’d seen him keeping two or three pirates at bay.

On the ship, everyone was running to and fro. No one paid attention to the inappropriately dressed girl standing at the bow. The pirates drove off the Brits (while I was still aboard) and ransacked the island.

Two days later, The Flying Dutchman (commandeered by the infamously ruthless Davy Jones) overtook us and attacked, sinking the ship.

For reasons unknown to all, Jones gave me a choice: die, or go on board his ship with them.

He promised that neither he nor his men would touch me in any way. I made the obvious choice and watched as they all swore an oath not to touch me.

Surprisingly, I made friends with half the crew. Jones couldn’t figure it out. Couldn’t figure me out. He tried to scare me, but everything he tried failed.

Finally, he lost it. He just broke down and started sobbing. He told me his whole life story and how he became a pirate and about his hatred of the world. Then, he mastered his emotions and became angry. I left and went topside.

We stopped somewhere, and Jones told me that I had to either stay for the foreseeable future or leave. I had no family left: my father had been killed in the attack. I had nothing really to do with my life. However, I made a difference to these people. Many turned against their piratical ways and left. They respected me, and I helped make them live right.

Another Dream

In this dream I was a man, about 23 years old, I think.

It was sometime in the early 1800s.

Anyway, the entire British Government was after me for something I did not do.

After quite a while eluding them, they caught me after an almost-epic chase (but only because someone tripped me most unfairly).

There was no trial. 

They made me do hard labor for a while. (I think it was at the docks, but it looked more like a canal. It was something like pulling canal boats, but not quite. I have the picture in my mind, but I cannot quite describe it. [EDIT: actually, I recently saw Les Miserables, and the opening scene was uncannily similar, minus the water, the surroundings, and all of the singing. Here's the clip of the opening scene:])


 During this, a fellow unfortunate was complaining about his life and how hard it was and how much he had suffered, et cetera, et cetera. So, during a short break, I pulled off my gloves and rolled up my sleeves and showed him my arms. They were partially black from an incident involving tar that I had to go through to escape the British Regulars. (Oddly enough, I had all of the scars that I have in real life, but they were almost a purplish color, and they, along with the scars I had acquired in the dream, really stood out.)

A while later, the Brits got in a war with France (It seemed WWI-like, based on the uniforms and equipment), and they forced me into their army.

Needless to say, everyone hated me, except for a friend that I have in real life (Williams) who was also there for an unknown reason.

The commander despised me and took every opportunity to make my existence miserable.

Towards the end of  the dream, he was separating our group into two.

In order to do so, he had us take off our boots and set them on the floor in front of us with the tops open.

Those who could jump into them on the first try were sent to one place on the front, and everyone else to a different area.

When I turned to say something to Williams, the commander replaced my boots with a pair much too small for me, but not so small that the difference was noticeable at first glance.

Williams succeeded, but I obviously failed. Just like the commander had planned.

Then I discovered that my father was fighting for the French, and he was killed right in front of me.

FINIS

Dream the Second: Tornado

This is a second-person story adaptation of a dream I once had. Enjoy!


Picture this: All around you is dry grass and weeds. Fields as far as your eyes can see. There are no trees. No bushes. No roads. Just you. And your family. And your new, huge, house. You just moved all of your possessions into the garage, and now you're taking a break outside, watching the clouds.


Suddenly, the clouds don't look so white anymore. No. They're turning dark, menacing, grey. Then, eventually, black. As far as you can see. No sun. No blue. Just black and green.

"Look!" someone in your family shouts, pointing to the horizon on the far right.

You look.

Someone else gasps.

An angry column of swirling, greyish-blackness is storming your way. Straight to your family. And your new house.

Everyone freezes for a moment.

Then they start yelling. Running into the house, the hallway.

Which is glass.

The hallway is glass.

There is nothing you can do.

Nowhere else to run.

The basement is too far away, cut off from you, and the other places are no sturdier than the hallway.

You pray for protection, and wait.

The tornado comes.

And stops. Right in front of your refuge.

You stare, heart pounding.

"No. Way. No flippin' way." you say, watching the tornado dissipate right in front of your eyes.

     

Once Upon a Dream (or, dream the first)

At church, we were throwing an anniversary party for our former pastor and his wife. Nearly everyone was helping with the setup, so we finished quickly. When my help was no longer needed, I started to leave, but someone ran up to me and said:


"Wait!! You forgot your tip card!" (random, I know) True enough, it had fallen out of my pocket. I thanked the person, and continued on my way when I saw one of my friends walking to her car. She was of medium height with really long, curly black hair (like Clara from Back to the Future III). The only odd thing was that she had purple ribbons with pink frosting roses on them in her hair.

Then, I was tall, had long very red hair, and green eyes. The scariest part: I was wearing a dress. Like a tunic. (Yes, I was a girl in this dream)

My friend and I were riding on a motorcycle through the woods. We stopped and moved some logs. Part of one (a squarish piece about the size of my palm) fell of and my friend tossed it to me. When I caught it, It changed to a sword hilt. The blade was long and intricate, but transluscent and sparkly gold.

I walked over to a clearing where I saw figures walking around. They too were transluscent sparkly gold and looked like they walked out of a fairytale. My friend walked up too, but couldn't see them. It turns out that I was one of them, but I didn't know it.

(Those people were called "The Enchanted Folk" and were driven out by "The Normal Folk". The Normal could only see the Enchanted if the Enchanted let them. They, explained all of this to my friend and I)

Then, an Enchanted girl stepped forward. (She looked like Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter) She told us that we were to go to dinner at the leader of the Normals house and find out what we could about their plans. While we were there, a dog started barking, and I woke up to my own dog barking.