17 April 2012
I'm in school, playing in the woods, everyday stuff, kids laughing some fighting boys chasing girls and girls kicking us in the balls.
Suddenly everything stops, I mean everything my friends, sounds, time it's like everyones frozen on the spot, I can see and feel but I can't move, I look around and everyone has the same expression as mine confused slightly scared and wondering what's going to happen next.
In a way it's like how a game stops for a second as its trying to load new information because right at that point dinosaurs suddenly appeared, just as frozen as us, stuck in a constant staring battle with the kids, the kids want to run and the dinos want to chase but for now both are frozen on the spot, as if waiting for someone to shoot the gun and shout "GO".
All the kids are waiting for the anticipation of being able to move again, I'm already making plans how I'm going to get away, I see a fence on the right and I'm pretty sure that's my way out, and then WHAM!
Time has started up again but instead of the guns bang the race is started off with the load roar of the t-Rex which seems to be looking down at the whole of the world.
We run, we run as fast and hard as we can, dodging and twisting through snapping mouths and flying limbs and as friends and foes get chewed up and spitted out.
I reach the fence and jump over, there's no one else with me now I'm alone but I can't think about that now I have to get out, I always thought I'd be brave in these situations, turns out I'm a coward and all I want to do is get out of there with my life.
I jump over and think if made it, the screams and roars are behind me, I look around and my school no longer looks like my school it's more alike a scene from a Stephen king book, almost as if a layer of dark red has been put over everything. I turn to run and right in front of me is a triceratops blocking my way, we stare at each other for a while, he starts to unscrew his horns tossing one of them to me as he ongaurds with the other.
In not sure who taught a dinosour to sword fight, or if it comes to that who taught me, but there we are human versus dino sword fighting with horns.
My fear now turned into pure survival instinct I manage to parry his attack and stick his horn into his stomach, our eyes meet as we look at each other we understand our situation kill or be killed, like two honour bound samurai understanding that it was either one or the other that would die, the understanding of killers.
As he sags down on to his knees and his life signs starts to fade I pull away from him leaving the horn in his belly and walk off, I don't turn around as I walk off, I'm not afraid anymore I've gone through it and come out the other side, but in my mind if I turn to look back I will see my dead friends and their facial features not moving anymore but stuck on one expression, why?
I don't want to think about that, I've survived but a part of me is dead I walk off down the alley already trying to forget but knowing I never will.
I'm not sure how I'm going to carry on with my life, but then I wake up!
Recurring Dream • Opuss № I