A Dream

Unsettling. That's how I'd put it. His eyes were wide, cold and full of evil. He was tall - 6 ft or so - with a well chiseled figure, and clean cut lines. He had brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through you when you looked at them. His dress was very respectable. He wore dark chocolate colored pants, shoes, and button down dress shirt. His vest however, was slightly different. The outer color was the same, but the under side was gold.

At first, I payed no attention to him. I was in the lobby getting a snack. Yet for some reason or another, I left the theater, and he grabbed me. "You're coming with me," he hissed. He turned me around so I could face the building since we were now in the parking lot. He held my by the head/neck, and coldly said, "You're going to enjoy this." As I looked up, a fire ball accompanied by a loud explosion rocked the theater where my friends had once been sitting. I watched in horror as people fled the building. I pushed myself away from the man, and began to run. He looked at me over his shoulder with a slight laugh and evil grin that said there's no use running. He was right.

Somehow, he caught me again and I witnessed my friends die in that fire ball again and again. Each time I would find it harder to escape, and then he would catch me again. Until the last time, I found a way to defend myself. After I broke free of his grip, I ran around to the front of the building, and laid flat in the parking lot. There were dead all around me, and those faking dead. I made my way over to one guy who was faking dead and crawled under him. I asked him if he had a gun. He said yes. I pulled his 1982 vest back and pulled out his gun. Using the vest as a shield, that man came into view, and I took aim. I shot twice, hitting him in the heart. He didn't die. He simply looked at me with a soul full of evil and hate and said, "Get her."

I took off running and made it into a cab. When the cab driver turned around, he was a tree (it's a dream! There's gotta be something weird...). I looked down at the chainsaw in my hand and attacked the tree and got the heck out of Dodge. Some time had passed, but the Man was still after me. I knew he was. So, I was hiding out when a couple of my friends found me hiding under a counter. When they bent down to say hi, I killed them. Everyone who I saw had those eyes of hate. Everyone I saw was that Man. I was on the run for what would seem like forever.

Suddenly, I was back in the theater and the movie had just ended. I looked around, and was still freaking out. I looked over at Brianna and put her arm around my shoulder and said, "I'm staying with you tonight," still obviously scared.

Then I woke up. If I hadn't have done so, I knew that Brianna would have been killed by this man. I didn't want to play.

This dream felt so real, like I had lived it. Had I? Maybe. The man was so familiar. He seemed like a guy who would be the most amazing guy ever had he not been evil. Needless to say, I haven't been able to sleep well since Sunday/Monday. What scares me, is that this was my portrait of satan (that's me using the middle finger of grammar and putting the devil on notice), and I felt how real he was. The familiarity I felt about him screams at me to do something, but everytime I try, I fail. Hence the replay of the nightmare several times. The devil is moving - saints be warned!

This has been an interesting week. I promise something a little more cheery next post. As for now, I must go clean out the van before I get dad. It's dirty... and it's my fault. :) 5 days to the opening game of the Olympics (for Womens socceer). Anyone want to come to Haysville to watch a game @ 6.45 in the morning?