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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Metal and Lace

I arrived at the globe via hover car. Stepping out into the all glass dome was surreal; the vegetation just outside the walls dwarfing us individuals within. It was like we were the size of fairies and pixies from legends of old. A voice echoes out across the room; a tour guide of sorts; who is explaining the wonders of what we are witnessing in this strange new world. To be here was both awe-inspiring and mundane at the same time. Humans have gotten used to traveling between worlds to experience new lands, be it by space ship or dimension hopping, the whole event was as common as taking a family trip to a theme park these days.

As the woman’s voice drones on I see it outside the glass, creeping slowly through the tall blades of tree-like plants towards us. A hand, entirely too large and made entirely out of metal. Others around me are seeing it as well, a few of them screaming out in fright. As the massive hand gets closer - it’s fingers grazing the glass of the globe, seeming to explore what it has found through touch- the guide’s voice echos over the room “REMAIN CALM”. Apparently this place has seen these metal creatures before but their reassurances mean little as the rest of the being attached to the hand looms into view.

Two things become clear as the creature leans in closer to the globe: 1- It could easily crush this globe if it desired to do so and 2- it knows we are in here.

I stare up at the gigantic figure before me. It’s face, a collection of metal draped in an elegant cloth that reminded me of lace which hid its facial features if it even had any. I can’t see it’s eyes but I feel it’s gaze regardless. I’m snapped out of my trance as a few other people push past me, racing for the exit. Everyone seems to be running, trying to escape the glass building to the town near by. Looking around I see that the creature has both hands wrapped around the globe as it stares into it intensely. I don’t think there is anywhere safe to run to in this place but maybe leaving is for the best.

I wrack my brain for any knowledge the guide may have tried to share during the initial panic when the creature appeared. I recall only a few facts:

Don’t let them touch you - they will steal either your eye sight or your voice.

Wear all white - they struggle to see the color for some reason.

Stay indoors - preferably away from windows so they can’t “see” you.

Don’t move - if you can’t hide, try not to move. Their “sight” is based on movement.

Great. With so many people racing towards the nearest town I’m sure that we’ve just doomed them as well. I get into town and begin running through the homes, looking for any open doors or windows I could escape into but they are all locked shut. I look around and not one but three giants of metal and lace staring down from the sky. I see some white sheets that were left out to dry on a clothes line and tear them down, wrapping myself in the white sheets and praying that I haven’t been noticed yet. I run through another alley, trying doors and windows as I go. As I reach a dead end I feel a shadow creep in, blocking out the sun. I don’t have to look to know what it is. I do the last thing I can think of. I collapse to the ground and hide myself in the white sheet, staying as still as I possibly could. If I’m lucky the beings will think me just a piece of laundry out on the street. I hold my breath, desperately trying to stay still and silent. The world seems to be at a stand still as I wait. Did my plan work? Had I fooled them? My heart sinks as I feel the bottom of the sheet begin to move and a single metal digit as large as myself creeps in. It gently lifts the sheet off me, my pathetic attempt to hide ending in a clear failure, as this creature now bent on it’s hands and knees to observe me up close places the tip of its finger to my chest.

I scream out in horror but no sound comes out. My hands reach out to my throat as I realize what it has done. My voice is no longer mine. I try over and over to make a sound- any sound will do- but there is nothing. As I stand there against the building I see the shadow of another metal hand come from around the side of the building, it’s cold fingers pinning me to the wall.

I couldn’t even protest as my world slowly faded to black.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Sea Monsters

Sometimes there is comfort in the lies we tell ourselves. "It's not my fault" "Climate change isn't real" "It's not the end of the world".

Who knew the world would end like this anyway? Climate change was always a threat these days. There were some results that were not exactly "unexpected"; cities flooding - or even becoming fully submerged, unbearable heat waves, and even blisteringly icy cold snaps. But this? No, never in my wildest nightmares did I think this could be a result of climate change. Surly there must have been something else that caused these events.

I clung tightly to the rope handle of the inflatable life raft. It was ridiculously narrow, only two people's width wide, and incredibly long, at least a few city blocks long. Whoever designed this thing was an idiot. Especially with the vehicle towing it speeding through the streets at such a speed that the rear half of the life raft - MY half - was flying around several stories highs in the air. I'd have felt safer up there at the very end of this life raft if it weren't for the impending threat of falling to death from such a height or worse... the things I could see around the city from so high up.

I tightened my grip with my left hand on the single rope handle that was available to me, terrified to fall off and be stranded among the now flooded skyscrapers. The person in front of me who was formerly just sitting before the back half of the raft flew into the air now clung desperately to my waist as to not plummet to her death as well. I knew her from years ago when we used to be close friends; Audrey. I knew that she had nothing else to hold onto but me and yet her weight also made my grip on my only lifeline strained. But it wasn't the fear of falling that kept my grip tight on the rope handle... it was the colossal fish I could see along the shore line. The waves were crashing wildly against the building walls aided by the thrashing of monstrous fish as big as skyscrapers hurling themselves out of the water, their mouths stuffed to the brim with slightly smaller monstrous fish. They all looked no different than any other fish I've eaten aside from their sizes. No sharp teeth or sinister appearances at all. Even the smallest of these fish made the largest whales look like a tadpole. I already had a fear of the deep ocean; Thalassophobia they called it; and this was only proving my fear right.

In the distance I could see these gigantic fish greedily gobbling up anything and anyone in sight. Something was fighting them, something was able to slice right through them, leaving the fish decapitated as the bodies of the other sea monsters it had formerly consumed came spewing out in a blood covered slosh of gluttonous half-alive swarms - taking the place of the one who had ingested them. Whatever weapon the military had seemed to be working but it just wasn't enough. Like a seriously fucked up hydra, when one fish was defeated hundreds more took it's place. What chance would I have when those who were defending us didn't seem to have a chance?

The speeding life raft rattled with turbulence and I felt Audrey's grip slip a little. Her face reflecting back my own terror. I felt my heart ache for her. I don't know what happened to the rest of her family - she has a husband and two kids - yet here she is alone on this life raft just like me. Another jolt and I could see several people below us fall from the raft, tumbling down the others and even dragging some people with them as they attempt to find a foothold to save themselves. Sooner or later that would probably happen to me too. My only saving grace was having been sat at the last seat of the life raft before it took off. While that did mean no one else could fall and knock me off it also meant that I had the highest fall and the weight of the most people hanging off of me as I struggled to hang on for my life. I could see the driver of the vehicle towing us was swerving and dodging around fallen debris as best as he could to get us civilians to a designated safe zone. My heart sank as I saw it from the air before the driver could. A massive fish resembling an Oar fish was sliding down the road just ahead. It would meet us at the upcoming intersection and more than likely take out the vehicle at the front. The fish must have been at least 5 blocks long! I knew the driver wouldn't be able to hear me shout from as high up as I was so all I could do was brace for the inevitable impact.

It happened in a blur. The vehicle - gone. The driver - gone. The raft - soaring. The people - raining down like pellets of fish food for a pet gold fish. I could see the massive fish thrashing around, gobbling up as many of the falling people as it could reach. It's glassy eyes seeming to stare out at nothing as it ate up everything it could.

The ground was approaching fast. The flooded waters turning pink then red as bodies slammed into the wet asphalt and concrete, the flood waters doing next to nothing to break their fall. I held my breath and covered my head with my arms in a last ditch effort to survive my fall and felt the impact of water followed by... nothing? I felt my body slowly drift in the water as the realization settled in. I landed at the edge of a flooded sinkhole. While it did break my fall the darkness of the water that loomed below me brought me no comfort. I could feel my terror of the deep creeping in. I force myself to stay under as long as I could, the danger of the fish above and the unknown below me becoming almost overwhelming until I eventually saw the silvery scales of the fish glide past on the street above. I rush to the surface, gasping for air, dragging myself from the sinkhole, and collapse on a patch of sidewalk that peaked up just above the waterline. The exhaustion kicking in as the adrenaline wore off I lay amongst the gore and dead that littered the street.

*****

Perhaps it was sheer luck or the fact that I looked like just another dead body in the street, but I survived in that state of unconsciousness. I was suddenly awoken by a woman in black. She seemed just as startled at the sight of me as I was of her. I looked around me, panic filling my mind that another fish could be right around the corner... but there was nothing. All the dead and flooding aside the city looked calm - the aftermath of a terrible event, for sure - but calm compared to the nightmare I had just been through. No giant monster fish. No crashing waves. No screams of terror. The woman seemed to realize that I was still alive and regained her composure. She reached out a gloved hand to me, offering to help me up. My mind was blank. I suppose I was in shock. Who wouldn't be after such a event? I slowly reached out and took her hand as she carefully guided me to her car, a black SUV. She was speaking to me - lots of words of reassurance - but I found myself unable to form words to reply back. I wanted to speak but nothing would escape my throat. She seemed kind though and genuinely wanting to help. From what I understood from her talking at me I was one of the few survivors found in this city, and probably one of the only ones found outside on the streets. Most were found in shelters that hadn't caved in or gotten flooded but survivors in general were few and far between.

I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger seat as I gazed out the tinted window at the passing destroyed city. Now that the monsters were gone gangs would move in to loot what they can. It was like this everywhere I just never really thought it would happen here in this city to ME. Who would've thought that monsters were real and they came from the ocean? I don't know what it was about the woman but she made me feel safe. Maybe it was the way she spoke or the fact that her SUV had such dark tinted windows that made me feel like I was hidden. Either way, I felt safe for the first time in a long time. The woman spoke of many things; of hope for the future, of safety, of how I will be taken care of at our destination, of the fresh hot meal I can look forward when we arrive...

She slammed on the brakes and her car slid to a stop. I looked up to see what had caused the commotion, expecting to see more giant fish. I wasn't expecting to see the road blocked by a single white SUV, a bunch of debris dragged onto the road, and 3 men. Two of them were brandishing club-like weapons, either large branches or actual baseball bats. I couldn't quiet tell. But the larger of the two stood significantly taller by at least 2 feet. He wore a mask that hid his face and head and held nothing, clearly quiet confident in his own two fists as weapons. He motioned towards our car for the other two who seemed to understand his unspoken orders. The woman next to me gritted her teeth, mumbling something about gangs being to the party early and how I should run if I get the chance. I looked over at her with concern. In my mind she was already my friend and she was already being taken away from me. No. I would stay and help. How could I abandon my newly made friend? As if reading my mind she shot me a serious look and insisted I do not stay, that I was in no condition to help anyone let alone participate in a fight. I couldn't even protest if I wanted to as my voice still refused to return. I watched as she darted out of the car quickly, heading down a side alley as the two men chased her. My breaths grew shallow as I realized the large masked man was not following them. Instead he stood there staring that the car I sat in as if trying to see through the dark tint. I tried not to move incase he could at least see shadows of me in the car. He approached slowly, cautiously, as if he were expecting someone to jump out to fight him as well.

He was right about the part where someone would jump out. But fighting HIM was not something I was capable of. I sprung out of the car and raced as fast as I could towards the nearest alley, just as the woman had done. I heard him shout in surprise before his heavy foot steps followed behind me. I needed a place to hide and fast.

It was hard running through streets that were almost knee deep in water, and there were very few places left to hide, none that were close enough for me to use. I was never a fast runner but my exhaustion certainly wasn't helping either. I felt a strong grip wrap around my arm in no time as the man caught up to me without so much as breaking a sweat. I tried to squirm away but found his grip too tight and myself too tired. His figure was even more hulking up close as he lifted me off my feet and into the air by my wrists like a rag doll, studying me. I could just barely make out a crease in the cloth mask he wore, a hidden smile forming across his lips on the other side. He seemed pleased with his catch. I had no energy left in me as he slumped me over his shoulder and hauled me back to the white SUV. I tried to remain calm, telling myself that the woman, my new friend, would surly come to rescue me again. I was confident in this fact, even as he began his assault. Even when his two friends returned bloodied but empty handed. Even as he declared me his property days later. I knew she'd come back for me.

She would come back for me.

She would rescue me.

Sometimes there is comfort to be found in the lies you tell yourself.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Disappointment

I sit in my car staring at my phone as if there was something important on it. There isn’t. I scroll habitually between the various apps, none of them really holding my interest for more than a moment before I find myself swapping to a new one just to go right back again. I like the mundane life. Boring moments like this mean there is nothing bad happening… but nothing necessarily good either I suppose.

A notification drops down across the top of my screen… it’s… Curtis? My ex hasn’t messaged me in a few months. I guess his new girlfriend is out of town again. What does he want this time? My eyes scroll over the notification. A meet up? Seriously? I feel excitement welling up inside me and do my best to stifle it. I can’t get my hopes up. That always leads to heartbreak. Still, I find myself dropping everything to head out to meet him.

I arrive at the place he mentioned; a near empty parking lot with a large nondescript white van parked towards the edge. Odd place but that doesn’t stop me from confidently entering the van from the passenger side door. Much to my surprise the van is significantly bigger on the inside, resembling more of a large clean shipping container set up to be a temporary home. I see Curtis sitting cross legged at the far end, his back towards me as he focuses on the video game he is playing on a small tube television. He barely acknowledges my greeting, not even bothering to turn around and face me. I sit behind him at a short distance, waiting patiently for him to properly acknowledge me… but he never does. He is far too focused on whatever video game is on the screen before him. I begin to feel a bit silly. This is why I didn’t want to get my hopes up in the first place. This happens every time. I should have known better by now. After about 10 - 15 minutes of being ignored I finally stand up to leave. I say goodbye and he doesn’t even acknowledge me. I had brought a white bag of fast food for us to eat together and decide that I don’t even want my portion of it anymore. I leave it on the seat I was sitting on for him to have and take my leave. Disappointment seems to be my only reliable friend.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of my Strange Home

I can’t remember how long we have been living here. It feels like both forever yet not very long at all. I look around my home, 3 stories tall with a completely submerged basement. This place was built more like an observatory than a home. The roof was domed and made of glass triangles as a single spiral staircase whirled up the center of the home, wrapping its way up each floor around the base of a tree that sprouted through the top of our home. Mom sat at the main floor, my sister was at the very top, and I sat near the “entrance” to our “basement”- A large metal pipe jutting out haphazardly in the middle the living room with a large wheel crank to access it. I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t flooded with water. I think it didn’t bother mom because that room is where the tree’s roots were and the water helped it thrive. My family was not good company. My sister only ever wanted to discuss what to do with our aging mother, and mom was just… mom; silent, judgmental, feigning interest at anything I had to say. At this point, life was a mundane blur of events melding into each other like the world’s most uninspired painting. Something broke the monotony of daily life- a small letter. Reflecting back on it, it SHOULD have been ominous but maybe that’s what drove me to investigate it in the first place: “One lives in the basement, one lives on the main floor, one lives in the middle, and one lives above them all.” At first I thought it was just a shifty poem about my family but there were one too many people listed…and I met him, the man who lived in our basement. He wore incredibly old scuba gear which made his face impossible to see. Through his existence alone I realized that my family had been living among other entities in this strange home without realizing it at all. This was overwhelming. I needed to clear my head. A walk would be nice. My feet carried me randomly until I came across a car wash. The very one I used to work at with all my old coworkers still there. I stayed and chatted a little with my old boss Mel. My former large Hawaiian coworker (his name escapes me at the moment) helped clean a white vehicle that was apparently mine before I strolled into the shop for a visit. Inside I discovered a few other coworkers who were excited to have discovered the store now sold not just half and half but heavy cream as well. I was suddenly snapped awake by my alarms so the odd dream ends here.

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[myluciddreamer]

The ONLY thing I remember from last night’s dream… was that Gordon Ramsay was cosplaying as Homelander and now I kinda want to see that happen.

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[myluciddreamer]

DREAMS OF PAST RUINS

I laid on my stomach, arms acting as a pillow as I stared at the building before me. Everything was a comfortable blur while my glasses were off. I ponder about the details of us actually before me- it used to be a classroom when I was younger. I went to elementary school here after all but it’s been decades since then. I know I could just put my glasses back in and see all the details myself but it was more fun to lay there and guess. Was that a kitchen they installed? I think I see an oven in there. I ask the older woman near me, “what is that room”?

“Put on your glasses and find out!” She rolls hee eyes at me. She wasn’t being any fun. I put my glasses in and roll over so I am now sitting cross-legged, facing the rest of the group sitting around the small camp fire. A guitar is being played by some guy across the fire from me as at least 5 other people sat there vibing. I get up, brushing myself off. I need to find the restroom.

I follow the sidewalk to another part of the elementary school, just past the former cafeteria towards what used to be called “A-building”. As I begin to climb the stairs I hear my dad call out to me. “ where are you going? Don’t go that way” he is standing on the sidewalk half a story down from me.

“I’m just going to the bathroom” I sigh, feeling annoyed that I need to explain myself.

He frowns at me. “I said don’t go that way”.

I reassure him that everything will be ok and return my attention to climbing the stairs only to discover that the staircase before me has actually crumbled over the ages. What remained was a n obstacle course of ruins that didn’t necessarily lead to the 3rd floor as I wanted. But I was stubborn. I insisted I knew it was like that already and I wanted the challenge. He shrugs his shoulders and leaves me to it. I turn back to the stairs to see another girl attempting to climb the same way as me. We nod at each other. We got this.

The climb was far more difficult than I anticipated, the stairs turning in odd directions and sometimes not there entirely. They were covered in vines and other plant life and even crossed a small pond of lava. It reminded me of the set of Legends of the Hidden temple a little. Eventually the girl and I made it to our destination. The 3rd floor. As I took a moment to catch my breath I looked around. This building had 4 sets of stairs and I took the one on the far left of the building. It appeared most people were now climbing the building the same way I had. I did this out of stubborn fun. I guess others thought it looked fun too? I wander around the 3rd floor, completely forgetting that I was there for the bathroom. Most of the classrooms were sealed off although one had its walls knocked down and a large idol surrounded by gold and treasures sat in it. It was illuminated by several torches as people seemed to be paying it respects. So THATS why people were climbing up here. Oops. I see a few people heading towards the direction where the center staircase would be and follow. We all begin to descend the staircase in silence. It dawns on me that two of the three staircases were still in good shape and I really did take the harder route up there.

And damn it… I still had to pee.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of the Death of the Sun

I’ve had dreams of the end of the world before but none quiet like this…

*****

I stand in the nearly empty office staring out the large windows at the skyline. Everything has been bleached white by the sun long ago, even the colors in the office didn’t last long. Outside, the sun is so bright that it’s near impossible to see anything without some form of sunglasses. This was normal… yet… today was special.

Humanity has conquered so much in its years. We found cures for the impossible, developed technology that you can’t even see, unlocked the secrets of quantum mechanics… yet we still couldn’t stop this. We’ve watched it happen slowly but surely, unable to fight against it year after year. Maybe if we had more time… if we hadn’t wasted so much of our early years in petty squabbles between each other over trivial things like race and religion… maybe then we could have saved ourselves from this calamity. You’d think humanity had more than enough time. Five billion years SHOULD have been more than enough time… yet here we are facing our final days as the sun begins it’s cycle of burning out. The death of a star, up close and personal.

It feels so stupid to come to work today. I didn’t have to but I didn’t have anything better to do. Today’s the day. The day everything will become too hot to bare for those of us who lasted this long. We’ve put off the heat as long as we could but even the nights have cut us no break. My boss, Laurence, walks in, interrupting my thoughts. “They’ll be here soon. Thanks for coming on such short notice. You won’t regret it.”

A voice piped up from across the room. Another coworker who had nothing left for them either, “Who is coming?”

“You’ll see”, Laurence nods before turning his attention towards me, “Come along. I’ll need your help downstairs “. He gestures for me to follow after him. As we ride the elevator down several tens of stories Laurence gives an exhausted sigh, “The company managed to secure some…. medics … for us”. His eyes lock with mine, trying to read if I understand his meaning. I unfortunately am not catching on. “We’re meeting them downstairs. They’ll brief us on what to expect before we guide them up to everyone else”.

“What will they do?” I ask, clearly lost.

He seems to choke on his words as he spits them out, “Help us… find peace. As painlessly as possible”. My heart drops I realize his meaning. They are here to euthanize us with drugs so we don’t suffer through the end.

“Well uh…” I try to find words of encouragement, “… that’s very kind of the company. It sure beats boiling alive in my own skin!” I give a weak laugh. To my surprise he cracks a smile.

“I’ve always loved that about you. You find the good in the worst of things”. He sighs through his quickly fading smile, “I’ve always loved… you”. His hand holds my cheek as his eyes seem to be studying me one last time.

I hold his hand in mine, not moving them from the warmth of my face, “Laurence… I’ve loved you since I knew you”.

He looks stunned. “I… never knew”. He becomes flustered.

DING

The elevator doors open to a nearly empty lobby. A few men in white jumpsuits seem to be rushing about. It was pretty clear these were the medics. A short squat man comes lumbering over to us. He is drenched in sweat yet stil extends his hand for pleasantries, “Laurence, I presume?” You don’t usually find people this obese these days. He didn’t look like most of the other medics running about.

Laurence shook his hand firmly, “Yes. Yes that’s me”. He was beginning to stammer over his words. He was still bright red and flustered from our conversation in the elevator.

“Right. So I’m Max. I’m the medic that will be assisting your team today”. He rocks back and forth on his heels as he talks. He seems to be very confident in himself despite the tension in the air. “ So this is going to be a simple procedure. I have everything already set into separate dosages to help things go quick and smooth. Everyone will be put into a deep sleep first along with of course pain killers. Then into phase two where the lethal dose gets injected. All very painless!” He begins to shoot a questioning look to Laurence who hasn’t taken his eyes off me for most of the explanation.

“I.. am sorry”. Laurence finally sputters, “I’ve been distracted. Do you mind meeting us upstairs? Floor 41. We have some unfinished business to attend to first”.

“Oh sure sure! Not a problem! We’ve got…” Max checks a screen at the corner of his vision, “a good half a day left before the inevitable!” He gives a hearty laugh.

Laurence’s hand grips mine tight, he is already pulling me away from the man before he is done talking. I see Max shrug and lumber off to the elevator as I am dragged along. Finally, he stops at a conference room, locking the door behind us. Before I can ask his lips slam into mine, his suit jacket already on the floor. It is an unexpected but welcome display of affection that we shared for the next several hours. This would be our first and last chance at any semblance of a romance together and we both knew it.

As we finally return upstairs we find that many of our coworkers have already opted to start the procedure. We are reassured that Max had gone over all the details with the group as well. As he finished hooking up the last few people he turned his attention to us, “So who’s first?”

I raise my hand. Max comes over with the first vial. The painkillers and sleep medicine. I feel it enter my bloodstream rather quickly and am out like a light. Max turns his attention to Laurence, “so… uh… I’m sure you know I was supposed to have a partner today”. Max fiddles with another dosage of painkillers and sleep aid. “but as you can see… it’s just me”. Laurence remains silent, unsure of where he is going with this. Max continues, “Have you ever wondered what was going to happen to ME after the procedure was done?”

“I assumed you’d do the process on yourself with special equipment so you have. Painless death as well.” Laurence stated.

“Yeah… that’s what they want you to think” Max sighs, “but no. You see… MY company… we were never stationed on the planet. Our founder created FTL technology and sold it to the military…”

Laurence looks confused, “FTL?”

“Ah… Faster Than Light…” Max gives a serious look, “anyway what I’m trying to say is… I have room for 1 more person in my ship. If there is anyone you want to save here… I can take them with me”.

The room was so quiet Laurence could hear the beating of his own heart, “Are… are you serious?! His mind begins to race. There was a way to save people all this time and no one was told?! Typical! But wait… he could save himself. Start a new life… he looks over his now sleeping crew. “I… only one… right?”

Max nods. “I can save you. Or maybe you’d prefer if I saved your girlfriend?” Max motions over to my sleeping body.

Laurence seems lost in thought for a bit. Finally he speaks, “Yeah. Yeah save her. I couldn’t bare to live without her but I think I can die knowing I have her another chance”. He extends his arm for the dose.

Max looks impressed, “You’re a good man”. He says as he injects the solution into his arm, “Humanity is worse off without you”. Laurence gives a little smile that wears off quickly as the medicine hits.

Max gathers his things and starts packing up his small space ship. He wasn’t lying about only having room for one other person and even then it will still be a tight squeeze. He unloads the second phase of the medicine from the vehicle, the lethal dosages. He gets a few of them set up before picking up my unconscious body and bringing me over to the ship. He looks into his ship and back to the screen in his vision… then back to his ship. “Maybe… I can make this work. Fuck, I’m gonna be in trouble for doing this anyway. I may as well go all out”. Max rushes back to the office and sets up the last lethal dosages. All expect for one. He begins to drag Laurence towards the ship as well.

I feel groggy and numb as I wake up. The smell of sweat and grease lingers in the air. I groan and look out at the stars from the window… the stars? Wait… am I alive?! My heart begins to race as I look around. I see Max in a seat across from me, reading some sort of article on a virtual screen. He realizes I’m awake and sees my panic immediately. “Whoa.. hey.. take it easy! I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions”.

“What happened? Where am I?” I stammer, trying and failing to calm down.

Max reaches out towards me as if ready to hold me down should I try to fight. “Easy… easy… Laurence ask me to take you with me”. Max goes into detail about there company he is from and how their station is well out of range of the dying sun. He finally finishes by saying, “I am already going to be in so much shit for bringing you with me but… the way I see it.. I’m helping humanity survive in the only way I can”.

I choke back tears, realizing that I have somehow been spared through everything… “and what happened to Laurence?”

Max sighs, “Look… this is … incredibly illegal but…” he motions to a spare space suit strapped to the wall next to me. “I managed to fit him in there. It’s technically not a seat… but it was a spot a human could fit. Let’s just pray it’s not needed or we’re fucked”.

I peek into the visor on the suit and manage to see Laurence in the suit, fast asleep. I give an overwhelmed sigh of relief and the tears just won’t stop flowing. “Thank you… “

Max nods, “Don’t thank me yet… we’ve got a long way to go still” and he returns to reading his article.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Sinking

I don’t have a lot of time right now so here is a quick rundown of my bad dream…

I was out on the ocean on a huge industrial type ship with my mom, dad, and sister. The waves were super rough and threatening to capsize the ship. The first wave slammed into the ship so hard that the iron began to creak and bend slightly but we all managed to hang on. My mom came looking for me right before the second wave hit. She was terrified and I told her to brace herself for the giant wave we could see coming up. We all made it through that one too. I thought it was done and began to sort things that got loose until I hear my dad ask what I’m doing. I see the biggest wave is about to hit us so I sprint towards the part of the ship I’d been at and latch on for safety. This wave collapses my part of the ship and capsized it. Luckily, the side I was at was pointing up and I managed to squeeze my way out. I see my sister doing the same since she was near me. I start shouting for my parents and see my mom managing to climb out somewhere below me. As I start screaming for my dad he never shows up as the ship sinks (we somehow made it to a dock and the ship sank in the shallow dock? Idk dreams are weird).

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Talent

Adventures at 2am are always a toss up. Yet here I am wandering the dark streets of the city, polishing off what remains of a cone of ice cream. The street lights flicker with both safety and warning, “come here where you can see everything easier but everything can also see you”. I decline and stick with the path less lit. I’d prefer not to draw unneeded attention to myself. My wanderings have brought me to an unexpected yet familiar place; the local car wash. I stand out of the lights that are shining from inside the huge open-walled structure. What could possibly be going on to keep it open this late? Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself standing in the doorway popping the last bit of cone into my mouth.. There are four others inside; two men and two women; smoking, drinking, playing music, and flirting with each other. A deck of cards scatter the top of a box that was flipped upside down as a make-shift table. If they notice my presence they don’t acknowledge it or seem to mind. As I watch their flirtings I notice lights flashing through the other window; a cop car has pulled up, probably responding to a noise complaint (not that their music was actually loud) A female officer steps out of the vehicle; blonde, strong looking, it’s clear at first glance that she’s been at this a while. As she strolls up the two girls flee, pushing past me. It’s only then that I recognize them as prostitutes. I watch the two men move in a panic as they snuff out their smokes and try to hide all their booze. The female officer calls out to them with a strong assertive voice and they immediately seem to understand the gig is up. I watch as they approach her with caution, hands in the air despite no gun having been pulled. Amused, I move into the building to get a better look. She is speaking to softly for me to hear but her body language seems to show that she isn’t angry and just letting them off with a warning. Yet she grips her handcuffs? Suddenly the two men turn around facing my general direction and the female officer follows their gaze. They’re all staring at me… and I stare right back. Looks like they want me to come over. I slowly and cautiously approach and the officer slips the cuffs on behind me. Now I’m confused, “What did I do?”

“Nothing. This is just a safety precaution” the officer states, locking the cuffs in place.Before I can protest further she continues, “You folks with powers can always be tricky to deal with. These cuffs are just meant to suppress them”.

Before she can lock the second cuff on my right wrist I bring my arms in front of me, “So what about those guys? You’re not going to cuff them?”

She gives me an irritated sigh but move in front of me to finish locking the cuffs. “Not that it’s any of your business but those two don’t have any talent. You on the other hand…:”

I ponder her words as she helps me into the back seat of the car. I don’t recall ever having any powers of any sort. I think I’d know if I had any. But maybe I can mess with her a bit. As she drives through the town I notice a huge rain cloud up ahead. “So uh… powers… what makes you think -I- have any?”

She gives another irritated sigh, glancing at me in the rear view mirror. “Look, I’ve been at this a long time. I’ve learned how to identify you folks, ok?”

“I get that but … these cuffs are supposed to limit them, the powers I mean, right?” I hold up my wrists to show her the cuffs.

She gives me a suspicious look, “I…  yes”.

I point my cuffed hands towards the rainstorm, “So what if I did THIS? Theoretically it shouldn’t work”. I make a pulling motion as if I’m grabbing a rope with my two cuffed hands and yanking the storm forward. Much to my surprise a sparkling green orb surrounds the car which is now screeching to a halt. The orb I engulfed us in pulses and sparks with power before sliding past us and shooting off into the direction of the storm cloud. I watch in amazement as it is engulfed into the cloud and green lightning sputters out from various places. I glance nervously at the officer who is staring wide-eyed at me. She reaches a shakey hand for her radio before screaming into it for back up, “ … I repeat I have in my custody a woman with danger-level ‘Talent’ even with suppression cuffs on. Requesting back up immediately!”

Now I’m beginning to freak out. It’s clear my prank ended up as an unintentional  display of power. I apologize, trying to explain that I had no idea something would ACTUALLY happen when *clink* the chain on the handcuffs break leaving me with rather loose fitting metal bracelets. I see her fumbling for her gun and take that as my cue to get the hell out. The car door opening almost a little too easily although I knew I had just ripped it from it’s locks and hinges. Just how strong was I? I sprint down on of the near by alleys as I hear bullets shoot past me. Either she’s a terrible shot or the bullets are bouncing off me, I wasn’t entirely sure. I rip the remains of the cuffs off my wrists as I round a corner when I run head first into a group of three people. They look at first glace to be beggars but something was off that I couldn’t quiet place. One of them speaks out. “The green lightning…. was that you?”

“I… I uh…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

I see them looking past me at where the cuffs l lay, the flashing lights from more cop cars pulling onto the scene reflecting off the walls. I see them share a worried look with each other. “I think the answer is clear. Lets skip the formalities and just go” the others nod in agreement. All three rip off their outfits, what was once beggar clothing now looking like randomly discarded trash in the nearby bins. They all had very distinct looks to them. One of them, a man about my height had spiky purple hair, his eyes and what looked like tattoos were glowing with a similar purple hue. He grabbed me by the arm and ushered me down into a rather well hidden concrete bunker-looking area around the corner. The other two followed, one a woman with neon yellow hair with similarly colored glowing eyes and the other a man with similar features but glowing lime-green.They all quietly introduce each other before falling silent. The shuffling of officer boots on the ground above us can be heard but then pass. It would seem as if they cant find us.

A quick look around the area gave me a good idea of who and what these people are. The ‘Talented’, people with powers as the female officer from before explained. And it looks like this is one of their hideouts, a safe place from the world above so to say. My strike of green lightning in the storm cloud prompted them to come out looking for me, figuring yet another newly awakened Talented was on the run from the police once again. They couldn’t have been more correct. After explaining the situation to the three of them they stared in awe that I was able to conjure up such a powerful orb WHILE wearing suppressing cuffs. The purple-haired man wanted to test the limits of my power but the others urged that now is not the best time if at all.

What felt like a day must have passed but I had fallen asleep and woken up to see the sky just as dark and stormy as when I fell asleep. I woke up to see the bunker much better lit, the lights on and computer screen displayed on thin air. The other woman in the group had a look of concern. The police had found us after all. Somehow it was the doing of that female office that had originally found me. I mentioned to them how she herself said that she could kind of… “just tell” if someone had power. This made them curious… “she might be an Oracle and not even know it” said the lime-green guy.

“How would we know?” I asked

“We have a test for things like that. The government used to use these machines to test if people had “Talent”, we use those machines now since they’ve been long abandoned. Stupid government officials didn’t know how to use them properly. Thought they didn’t work.” the yellow woman explained. “If we lure her in here we can run the machines to test her…”

It was a good plan. Through negotiation we managed to get her into the building willingly to test herself and as predicted she indeed was an Oracle. As time went on we found more and more people with Talents. A part of me questioned the loyalty of our new Oracle but she was certainly bringing in a huge influx of new faces and all with extremely great Talents almost daily. By the time our group had reached about 14 or so people I was woken up.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Melding Machines

I don’t like bars. Especially when I’m there by myself. “It’s single’s night!” She said. “Find yourself a man already!” She said. She was supposed to be here too but she bailed. Now it’s just me sitting in this ridiculous outfit as someone is painting my face with bright red for some weird moth themed dating game. I adjust the red construction paper crown that was placed on my head so it would hopefully look less stupid. A cape is wrapped over my shoulders and I’m spun to look into a mirror. I don’t know what the fuck I was made to be but it certainly wasn’t a moth. I was dressed in reds, whites, and mostly black. I looked... strangely good, all things considered, but I didn’t see anyone who matched. The girl dressing me up smiled, seeing my confusion, “Oh don’t you worry. THEY are Moths. But YOU are a butterfly! You just have to find another butterfly, ok? Don’t settle for the Moths, as tempting as they might be”.

I took out across the sea of people in the bar. Not everyone is dressed up, only the singles... and not a single butterfly in sight. I’m pushed out into the group and after a short while music begins to play... and everyone not in costumes clear out. I wanted to leave too but I’m here and dressed weird for this. I guess I’ll see it through.

The game began and I watched as several men glided their way towards women with similar looking outfits. They seemed to be hitting it off right away. Maybe there was something to this game after all? A few men approached me but they were moths... I shouldn’t settle. I was warned not to. The hours passed and I’m beginning to get frustrated. There isn’t a single other butterfly in this entire game. I’m tempted to just settle for the next moth that approaches me just so I’d feel less alone. Looking around the room i spot a peculiar looking individual. He was given a rather rushed and rough looking paint job that looked like it had gotten smeared off here and there from moving through the others a lot. He looked just... done with this game. And so was I. I headed over and took a seat next to him, ordering whatever it was he had. He gives me a cautious side glance. I decide to calm his nerves, “You look like you’re over all this. Ugh. Me too”. The bartender hands me my drink... what is this? I want to say Whiskey but I can’t put my finger on it. I drink it anyway and suddenly he looks impressed.

“You... drank it” he stared at me with disbelief.

“Well yeah”, I could feel it burn on the way down, “I’m paying for it. I better drink it”.

He gives me a look up and down. “What are you supposed to be?”

“I was told I’m a butterfly for this dating game but all I see are moths out there”. At this point I realize he... isn’t dressed up for the game, “ah... everyone who wasn’t playing was supposed to leave”.

“So I was told”. He smiled and finished his drink, “I know the rules. But I also like to watch. This is the first time someone has actually approached ME at one of these”.

Before I could retaliate I see a man in one of the moth outfits approaching. I couldn’t tell if it was his size, his mannerisms, or the huge skull on his cloaked wings, but he made me uneasy. I look back at the man at the bar, “... I’m sorry. I have to go.” I rush into the crowd of people hoping to loose the skull moth. Why did I have to look so different? I stand out like a sore thumb.

I find myself cornered as a hand reaches out and grabs my wrist. I spin around and see him, with the skull on his wings. He doesn’t look as menacing as I thought but my mind still screamed danger. He smiled and pulled me close to dance...just as an announcement was made. This part of the game has come to an end. Everyone should prepare for part two. A package had been left in everyone’s lockers. It will have what is needed. I excuse myself to go to my locker when he squeezes my wrist tight... and tighter... it begins to hurt. I glare back at him and he is smirking, “I’ll see you in round two”, and he gives a wink before kissing the back of my hand and leaving. I’m determined that he will not find me.

My locker contains a small dull green flag with a set of instructions on a piece of paper. This is a game like capture the flag. Hide the flag on yourself. If someone else finds your flag you are theirs for the round. Oh, easy. I shove the flag into my bra, nice and out of sight, before entering the next room.

The room is... not a room. I’m suddenly outside where the sky is dark and the land is barren. There are huge hills of dirt, dead trees poking out of the ground for miles around... and of course the door is locked behind me. I see another woman not too far off from me. She was suddenly bombarded by three men who immediately began groping her for a flag. They found her flag instantly, hidden in her bra just as mine was. Shit. What was I going to do now? I sprint off in another direction, hunting for a place to hide. A few men see this and take off after me. I am not fast but I somehow managed to lose them. I found strange marble-like structure with a now dead tree snaking it’s way through it. I slid into one of the rooms silently. To my disappointment I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist from behind.

“To think you’d find me first this time. It’s meant to be after all”. I turn around to see the same man from before, the skull on his cloak visible even in the darkness of the room. He grips my hips tightly as his words echo in the room, “ I will find your flag. And you’ll be mine for the round”. I scramble to escape but he has a strong grip on me, one hand holding me tight as the other begins to search me. Luckily, he can’t see me moving and hiding the flag out of sight in the dark room. He grows annoyed, dragging me out of the room into the light where he could search me properly.

Sirens go off. Something went wrong with the game. It would seem a few of the contestants got into a place they shouldn’t have and accidentally unleash something deadly into the arena. From the screams of the others running past it sounded like there were hundreds and hundreds of wasps attacking people.

I break free and run. Like hell am I going to die from WASPS of all things. I see a few people sneaking into what looks like an ancient structure and I follow. Crawling through the small space I meet up with a familiar face. The guy from the bar! He smiles at the sight of me, “Rough day, huh?” Then helps me climb through the rubble of the ancient building. As I climb I can see a familiar skull cloak some distance below me so I quicken my pace. The wasps don’t seem to have noticed anyone who escaped into the ancient structures, much to our relief.

Resting near the top of the ancient rubble I could see out across the land. It was huge. Looks like this was the end of the games, intentional or not. The girl who dressed me up, who was helping to run the entire event, gave a defeated sigh, pulling out her mic and announcing the end of he game. I flop down against a portion of dead tree sticking out of the rubble in exhaustion.

“Hmm... what’s this?” My friend from the bar asks. He reaches forth and pulls a dull green flag from my shirt. A few people gasp, surprised that someone somehow managed to keep their flag hidden through the game. A shout of rage came echoing up from below. Probably the man with the skull cloak.

The girl who dressed me smiled the biggest smile is seen her give all night, “didn’t I tell you not to settle for the moths?!” She started to explain something about destiny and the rise of machines but I wasn’t paying attention. The man from the bar had the biggest grin on his face as his featured began to change. What I thought was white paint began to spread over his form revealing his true self: a sentient android. He was a bit damaged but as the girl’s muffled explanations continued I watched as the injuries grew and healed over with strange metallic parts and glowing blue lights. What little I could gather from the girl was that the whole singles night thing was really to find a perfect partner for this android.

I was confused. Why would an android need a partner? And why a human partner? It’s not like androids can mate... can they? Why me? What had I done to get it’s attention? As my mind filled with questions and doubts the android pulled me in for a kiss. I could feel myself changing in his arms, physically. My skin began to turn a metallic white like his. My body twitched and convulsed as it’s parts changed from organic to synthetic. He pulled away, watching the last parts of me transform into an android like him. My eyes glowed with new blue lights as his did. My skin now reflected things in its shiney metallic white surface. And... there was no more pain

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Dragons

I keep dreaming of dragons. Always the eastern kind and they are always somehow interested in having a child with me. My dream last night was really odd.

Dream #1:

I was on the beach with a couple of other women who were supposed to be my friends. We were just laughing and having a good time. For some reason we would pick up these black starfish that were around and place them on the backs of our hands. It camouflaged us and we joked around how it would make us stealthy assassins in a video game or whatever. As we splashed around looking for more the ocean behind us began to swirl and swell. It was as if a whirlpool was forming. We gripped the reef as tightly as we could. I looked up to see shadowy snake-like figures darting across the sky leaving the whirlpool. As quickly as they left they’d return. The rushing water peeled the starfish off me and at that moment I could tell the shadows noticed me. To think the starfish really were hiding me. It darted down and snatched me up before I could so much as scream. I was dragged under the water through the whirlpool… finding that I can strangely breath under this water? Before long I found myself chained to a rocky wall in some kind of underwater temple. I looked around and realized I was one of many women captured but most of them seemed to be pregnant. I got a closer look at the long shadowy creatures for the first time. They were dragons. Black with dark eyes. I could only barely make out their features in the … oddly blue-green light of the underwater lanterns? The dragons were inspecting the women. Many of the pregnant ones were immediately claimed by a dragon. They were staking claim of the unborn children. I was suddenly approached by a dragon. I believe it was the one that snatched me but i couldn’t be sure. He looked me up and down, “This one”.

“I… I am not pregnant. Just fat.” I nervously laughed. The dragon was not amused.

“Of course not. You will have my child none-the-less”.

I woke up confused.

Dream #2:

I was going to be part of a play. My role was of a queen who is ‘narrating’ the play but the very first thing she does is summon a dragon. I remember being really excited cause it had been so long since I’d been in a play and I got to wear a really big pretty dress. Unfortunately there was also someone out to sabotage the play and they did so by starting it early before I could even get out in place. As a result the special effects for summoning the dragon were set off early. Turns out an actual dragon summoning was performed and a real dragon came out. He was huge; several stories tall with red and gold scales. He was angry and breathing fire everywhere. I hid backstage in fear. I tried to run through the various rooms backstage which felt like a labyrinth. The dragon fire kept surrounding me faster and hotter. Finally I made up my mind to stop running. I felt like my only choice was to face the dragon as I was meant to.  I stepped out onto the stage; everything was burning. If the audience got out I didn’t know. The dragon calmed quickly and examined me.

“There you are” he spoke, “You kept me waiting”. Somehow I felt bad that I tried to flee but I was afraid and felt like I was in danger. It took a lot for me to gather the courage to face the dragon… and he was… pleased?

“I am here now” I refused to apologize for my ‘lateness’.

“That you are.” he boomed. His voice was deep and powerful. He quickly scooped me up and flew through the hole in the burning roof of the auditorium.

“Where are we going?” I could do nothing but go with his will.

He kept his gaze forward as he flew, “If you are to be my bride we must get to know each other of course”.

This confused me, “… are we going on a date?”

“I suppose that’s what a human would call it”. He landed far from the city in a huge grassy field, adjusting his size from the towering figure I first saw to about my height. “It will be dark soon. Rest here. We will continue in the morning”. Normally I’d have been terrified to sleep outdoors; there could be bugs in the grass or predators around; but I felt safe next to the dragon. Safe but cautious. I could hear him talking about plans for the next day and what concerned me was that around fourth on the list was sex. I passed out before I could protest.

I awoke gently the next morning, the dragon hovering next to me. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did… look. I heard you last night and I think there is something you need to know” I was taking a chance here at angering him but I’d deal with that if it came to it, “I’m… I’m not a ‘dragon girl’. I’m more of a unicorn-girl. You see what I mean?” he patiently waited for me to continue. “What I mean is… I don’t have a wild personality. I’m not exactly promiscuous…”

The dragon laughed, “Is this what you are worried about? Everything is consensual. You need not participate if you don’t wish to.” I could feel the embarrassment showing on my face. “You make it sound as if you are more interested in being with a unicorn. Trust me… you don’t want to be with a unicorn. They’re all egotistical assholes”.

“…honestly I was expecting to end up with another human…”

“expectations will only hurt you in the end”. He scooped me up once again and off he flew. We ended up at a cliff-side lake where he urged me to go for a swim. I gladly did. I began to feel at peace with the dragon and even a bit brave. Normally bodies of water scare me but I had no fear now. I even dove under to explore a small cave in the cliff-side. While underwater a serpent-like creature darted towards me in an attempt to bite me. I began to panic but that was cut short as I saw the dragon swim past and snatch the creature up in his jaws. I knew then that he really was looking out for my well being. I swam to the surface together where I finally accepted that this was my future. I would consent to becoming this dragon’s bride.

I awoke at this point even more confused.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Wishful Thinking

Just woke up from a crazy dream. My sister dropped me off at school in a toddler car. I didn't want to go to class though and ended up finding a classroom that looked like a bed room, complete with a bed and everything. I decided to just sleep there but someone was in there sleeping already. Weirdly enough it was MatPat from Game Theory. He was talking in his sleep, first about a new game theory he was supposedly working on, then about some science theory he was working on, then some random personal issue. His talking made it hard for me to fall asleep. He ended up waking up and we started chatting about his dreams he was having. He thanked me for interpreting his dreams with him and he asked if he could help me with any of my problems in return. I end up telling him all about my relationship woes and he sympathized with me but admitted he had a girlfriend. I get embarrassed cause I wasn't implying he should date me. I did find myself wishing I could find myself a man even half as successful as he is though.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Escaping

I was on a beach under a part of a mountain; Not quite a cave since the sides never reached the ground but the ceiling was low and had huge jagged points of grey stone that reached down, some of which touched the sand and acted like gigantic pillars. I was hanging out in the area with several people whom I didn’t know but understood that they were friends. Everything was rather chill until we heard screaming. A girl is scrambling up a boulder, slips down onto the sand, and is promptly devoured by a monstrous shark. It bursted out of the sand jaws-style and ate her in a single bite. We all began to panic and climb the rocks to get away from the shark. Some people managed to scale the pillar-like boulders and hide near the ceiling of the rock formation but myself and others weren’t so lucky.

A few of us stumbled upon abandoned instruments while hiding among the rocks. I ended up with a guitar. I thought of using the guitar as a weapon until I heard another person who also found a guitar begin to play what sounded like a heavy metal song. It seemed to be keeping the shark at bay. I decided to join in and soon we had a full band playing some heavy metal music to ward off the shark. All was going well until the shark got lucky and managed to kill the guy on drums during its confusion. Most people managed to escape while we were playing music but not all. Those of us remaining ran off the beach as fast as we could, people getting gobbled up by the shark easily since we were all on land.

A few of us saw a red train nearby that was about to leave and we managed to board it, just missing a snap of the shark’s jaws. We were safe... for now. Exploring the back trolley a bit revealed a huge compartment that could only be accessed via roof. I didn’t like the sounds coming from it so I moved on with a few others to the next trolley. We got about two trolleys up and discovered a couple (man and woman) dressed in yellow was robbing the train. I walked in to find a pair of guns pointed st my chest; one a shotgun and one a pistol. They demanded we give them everything we’ve got. I explained that I didn’t have anything on me. The woman scoffed and told me she’ll just have to take my clothes then. I was stripped down and left in just my panties, my clothes being tossed out the window entirely. The train suddenly screeched to a stop. The robbers seemed irritated and left to check what was going on. Us passengers used the chance to escape to another trolley, heading back the way we came.

To better hide a few of us climbed to the roof. We got to the final trolley and I realized the only real hiding place up there was in the snake cargo. A few of us open it up to find a naked woman laying in there, “floating“ on the snakes that slithered around her. She was in pure bliss, saying we should join her. It looked like a few of the men in my group were considering it until the snakes began to tighten around her. They pulled her under in the huge pit, choking her to death, immediately changing the minds of those who thought to join her. We closed the lid to that mess and moved a trolley up from that one. It just gave us the creeps. We had moved over just in the nick of time since the robbers had returned and disconnected that last trolley as a threat to whom ever it was they were threatening below us. The trolley twisted and tumbled behind us before exploding.

After hearing the robbers move back into the other trolley the few of us that remained on the train roofs climbed down into what was now the last trolley. We rested there for a bit and woke up to find we weren’t moving anymore. The robbers had found us again. They disconnected the trolley we were in and sent the rest of the train on its way. We were, as they put it, “waiting on a transfer”. Soon I see another train come along (none of these trains used tracks btw) and it goes right in front of the trolley, gets hooked up, and starts to drive us in a different direction through the woodsy mountains. I’d had enough of these robbers and as the train began moving i jumped off, rolling down the side of the mountain for a bit before coming to a stop in a grassy area. I could hear the train being stopped and saw the robbers and one of their goons jump out to chase me. I rushed into the tree covered parts of the mountain and crouched, sneaking along and hoping to not get caught.

While sneaking I noticed my clothes which had been tossed out the window were out in a grassy field near what looked to be some military camp of sorts. Having been in just my panties for a long while now I was eager to get them back. I crawled through the grass and managed to grab my clothes but standing up to put them on wasn’t an option yet. I’d be spotted by both the robbers and these soldiers. The soldiers all had incredibly nice uniforms, not the typical camouflage uniforms you see around today but more similar in style to what is worn in ceremonies and such. The stranger part to me was that they were all practicing a martial arts set. I reasoned I could escape the robbers if I could get to the other side of the camp without being seen.

So I continued to crawl along the ground on my belly, clenching my clothes in my left hand and trying my best to not be seen. The further into the camp I got the more visible I felt. My fears were confirmed when I felt myself being pulled up off the ground by two pairs of arms. I’m held in place by two soldiers, one on either side of me, and someone whom I can only assume was their commander standing before me.

He spoke to me in a mixed accent that I couldn’t quite place. It sounded like a strange mix of German, French, and Russian at times but he was speaking to me in English.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little snake perhaps?” He gives me a quick look down before looking over my shoulder. He must have seen the robbers I was running from because he suddenly seemed to understand why I was in their camp. “No, not a snake” he continued, holding my chin to force me to look up at him, “just a tired little bird”. He looked over at a few of his soldiers nearby, “Get rid of them” he ordered, motioning towards the robbers still searching the grassy field nearby, “and bring her with me”.

I am dragged along behind him into a large tent. There are huge steel cabinets and such stored here giving the tent much less light than needed. He dismisses the two other soldiers while dusting dirt off me from my crawl. He starts to dig through a draw in one of the steel cabinets and I use the chance to get dressed. Before I could so much as put my bra back on he grabs my wrist firmly, “Not yet” . So I sit there, uncomfortable and cold as he mixes a strange looking substance in a small bowl.

“Everything here is mine” he explains while mixing the dark thick liquid, “these soldiers? Mine. These structures? Mine. These mountains? Mine”. He uses a brush to paint the liquid on a long board, about as big as his hand. He reaches out and takes my hand in his. “Look at me, little bird” he spoke softly and low. My eyes meet his, “I will not let anything harm you” I feel something cold, wet, and long press against my forearm. A stamp with a name: ‘Jean Alec Von.....’, “because you too belong to me now”.

I woke up to my roommate waking Erin up.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Apocalypse Madness

I’m driving on a snowy day, on my way to work. I work at an airport and despite my unease I make a stop to buy lunch. The parking lot is full of cars despite the lack of people around. The only others I see are a group dressed from head to toe in crimson gowns. They appear to be a choir. But I’ve no time for songs. I need to get to work. As I continue my drive to work a part of me knows that’s not true. I don’t really NEED to go to work. Not today. It would be more of a surprise to actually show up on a day like today.

I walk from the parking structure with a nice hot cappuccino in my hands. The snow isn’t falling as hard as I thought it would but it’s still steady. A familiar presence joins my walk in to work. I’m not surprised to see him, if anything I take a strange comfort in knowing he’s going to be in the area as well. We step onto a moving sidewalk together. He's bundled up, looking warm and toasty against the harsh snow, his jacket lined with fur but his police patch still clearly visible.

“Look at them” Josh scoffs, nodding his head in the direct of a catwalk in a building across from us. Behind the huge glass walls separating our building from the other is a long line of people heading in the opposite direction from us, “…they’re all cowards.”

“Can you really blame them?” I ask, scanning the huge crowd, “They’re terrified. Not everyone can face this kind of thing head on”. I spot several familiar faces in the long line of fleeing people: friends, enemies, old coworkers, etc. All are carrying varying sizes of luggage with them to board the last few planes out of town.

Josh finishes off his own cup of joe, tossing the paper cup into the trash, “ I’m glad I got to see you one last time”. He gave as best a smile he could but I could see the grief hidden behind it. I return the smile with my own, the same grief hidden behind mine as well. I nod in agreement. “Take care of yourself out there”.

“You too. I may not be a cop like you but I’ll make due. I always do”. I proclaim, raising my fist up for a fist bump.

He snickers at my fake confidence, “You always do”. His fist meets mine before he turns to walk down another part of the walk way to his assigned section. I toss my now empty paper cup in the trash and hurry on to my area.

I notice the two giant bronze bull statues that adorn the outside of my work building seem to be strangely lacking in any kind of layers of snow but I don’t pay it much attention as my train of thought is broken by the singer Rihanna and a group of her background dancers rushing through the lobby. They’ve been kind enough to come out here and keep those not fleeing as entertained as possible. A bit of hope in a desperate time. As I make my way along the upper floors to my destination. I hear the sound of bulls snorting and metal twisting

The building gave a sudden shake, the sound of shattering glass pierces above the noise of crumbling concrete and groaning iron. One of the bronze bulls is scrambling to its feet in the lobby a mere two floors below me as the other takes charge. The clashing of of their metal bodies screeches through the air as they collide with all the horror of two trains in a head on collision with one another. Sparks fly as they lock horns, for all their sudden sentience there was not a glimmer of care for the lives around them, their anger locking them in a tunnel vision for fury. One manages to overpower the other and heaves it through another glass wall before charging after it. I make a break for the exit, anxious to cross the remaining distance in case the bulls return.

I head down the snowy iron stair case as swiftly as I could without slipping, the warehouse I worked in just ahead. I look out at the sky as I travel down the few flights and feel my heart sink. They sky changed from the dull grey and white of the snow storm to a curious shade of pale pink. Replacing the clouds was a strange shimmer with all sorts of colors mixing about like an oils spill in the sky...madness. Waves of madness. How could something so beautiful be so menacing? Judging from the distance I knew the gas station had been swallowed up not long ago and we would be next.

Closing the door behind me I locked it every way I could, handle, sliding lock, chain, a pad lock, and even a chair shoved under the handle to boot. It was for the best... or so I told myself. Looking around the warehouse I realized I may have been the only one to show up. The others must have fled. Perhaps I would have run too if I had somewhere to go. A noise startles me out of my thoughts; a single tin can rolling on the ground. It must have fallen from one of the higher floors. Who else had come in to work today?

I climb the nearest flight of stairs, looking for the one who dropped the tin can. A swarm of emotions fill me as a man steps forward to greet me. He’s wearing his own work uniform, a blue ninja suit which covered him from head to toe, but I knew who it was immediately; my husband. We rush into each other’s arms, our lips smashing against each other’s through the cloth of his mask. He holds me close as I try to form words. There was so much I wanted to say. How did you get here? What happened to your flight out of town? Why did you come back? Before I could form a single word he held me tighter and spoke softly, his voice lulling me into a calmer state, “I couldn’t let you go through this alone. At least this way we’ll be-”

“-together”. I finished his sentence. I was certain I would end this day alone.

Screams began to fill the air. The waves of madness were upon us. The chaos forming outside the warehouse are horrifying; sobs of despair, shrieks of terror, and hysterical laughter to name a few. I watch as the shimmering wave swallowed up the building leaving us a few precious moments before it would leak in and consume us as well. He held my shoulders tightly, “Look at ME. You will be ok. I promise”. I am scared. as the shimmer pours in through every crack I can feel my overwhelming love for my husband slipping. I won’t give in. I want to feel his feeling as long as possible. I lift the bottom of his mask with both hands, cradling his face as we share one last passionate kiss before the madness enveloped us entirely. “You will be ok, I promise. I love you”.

“I love you too” I manage to whisper. I could feel the last of my love draining out of my heart like a faucet was left running. I could see the same is happening to him. I could SEE the love he held for me leaving his eyes... and I couldn’t bare it...

*SNAP*

I swore he looked grateful as I broke his neck. The madness consuming me made me twist so hard his head came clear off. Cradling his severed head in my arms I let out a wail of grief... which began to drain from me as quickly as it came... and then... nothing.

I knew the end of the world would be madness. I just didn’t think it would be so literal.

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[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Stasis

I hated nights like this. Everyone was on edge in the lab. It was late and I should’ve been home by now, sleeping peacefully in my warm and cozy bed. But instead here I am, at work, stuck working late due to the building being on lock down. A troublesome serial killer has been spotted in the area. I wasn’t worried. We’re on the 48th floor of a highly secured building. I adjusted the bright yellow hazmat suit I was forced to wear. There was no chemical leak or anything but the regulations state that a hazmat suit MUST be worn in the event of a code red. The building being shut down is a code-red. I give a bit of side-eye to the one co-worker who insisted we should still put them on. It’s so hard to write notes with how big the gloves are. There are only five of us in the lab tonight, more than enough to continue working without violating any safety protocols, so we push on. May as well, we’ve got nothing better to do and I’m highly interested in our work anyway, Cryostasis. I jot some notes down on my clipboard as carefully as I could manage as a couple of the female scientist gossip about the serial killer.

“I heard that he’s killed at least three more just tonight”.

“Oh my god... if that’s true then that would bring his kill count up to 27″.

“What if he breaks into the building?”

“I don’t think he can. There is SO much security here, why even bother?”

“Isn’t he notorious for being like... a daredevil or something? I heard he’s been just toying with the authorities”

One of the men chimes in, “Ha ha, if that scrawny bastard tries to break in here I’d snap him like a twig”.

I give a shudder at the thought of someone being able to take the life of another so whimsically that they’d treat it like a game. I focus my attention to a rooftop cooling pool we have just outside the window to our room and notice that the normally yellow water has turned a gross murky brown. On the walkway just near the lip of the pool was a janitor, power washing the concrete. She’s an older woman who came out of retirement to work because she felt like she had nothing better to do with her time. A sweet lady, for sure, but also not the brightest crayon in the box. I give a sigh, turning to face my colleagues, “Looks like the janitor contaminated the pool outside... again”.

One of the men turns deathly pale, a look of fear crossing his face so clear that I could see it through his suit’s visor. I shoot him a confused look. It’s not the first time the janitors have fucked up our pools so his expression seems like quite the over-reaction to me. I notice the rest of the group sharing looks of surprise and fear as they stare beyond me. I turn to look back out the window, my clipboard falling from my hand.

A hand shot up from the murky pool of water, gripping the leg of the poor janitor. She didn’t even get a chance to scream before she was dragged into the water. The pool bubbled violently as she struggled beneath it’s surface, the murky brown water turning an even brighter shade of red. My stomach churned, realizing actual reason why the water had changed to such an odd color.

“No! Don’t! The lock down!” one of the other women shouted but it was too late. One of the men sprung into action, bolting out the door that lead to that part of the roof to try and save the janitor. We all knew it was too late for her but he just HAD to try. We watch as he jumps into the pool, hazmat suit and all. We focused on the murky water... no movement. Perhaps we should’ve focused our attention elsewhere because as our co-worker finally began to pull himself from the bloody pool someone else was already making himself at home in the room.

I pulled my gaze from the horror of the pool and lock eyes with a gleefully dark pair. I was stunned... how did he get in? I hear my co-worker return from outside, locking the door behind him. He’s saying something about being too late and not finding anyone else out there. Damn it... the serial killer snuck in when that guy ran outside. A huge grin forms of the killer’s lips as he brings a single finger up to his mouth in a “shhh” gesture. I couldn’t bring myself to speak if I wanted too. I’d never felt such terror in my life. Was I about to be next? The serial killer doesn’t move, but fixes his gaze past me now to my co-workers. He watches and I listen as they continue to speak in hushed whispers about what just happened, completely oblivious to the stranger before me. Finally I hear one of them question my whereabouts. They grew quiet... I can only imagine they must have now spotted me and our new guest.

“Don’t move” the serial killer spoke softly, his voice had a surprising calmness to it, “Anyone move... and I will kill her where she stands”. My heart pounds as I pray that no one will try anything funny, not right now. “Good. You will follow my instructions now”. He placed his hands on the sides of my hazmat helmet, “Helmets off, everyone. I’d like to see who I’m talking to, face to face”. He removes my helmet as he speaks, the cold air of the lab is a welcome sensation against my flushed skin. He turns me around to face my co-workers and I see that they are complying. I give a shallow sigh of relief before realizing that he was actually removing the entirely of my hazmat suit, not just the helmet. He motions to the others to continue removing the rest of their suits as well and they all follow.

“Great. Now then...” he shoves me towards my co-workers, not hard enough to knock me over but I certainly understood that he meant for me to ‘get in line’. He waited until I was facing him again before continuing, “It seems you all have an idea who I am”.

“You’re that serial killer-” one of the women piped up, “The one who has been playing cat-and-mouse with the police,the Gambler of the Grim. The Daredevil of the Death. ”

“Ah, I see I have a fan” the serial killer smiled.

“N-no! I’m not... I mean...”

He seemed to find her stammers amusing until one of the men butted in, “W-we aren’t letting you go until the cops get here!” My co-worker didn’t look as if he believed his own words but he continued none-the-less, “There are more of us than there are of you. Five against one. You lose”.

This only made the killer smile even bigger, “I lose? So you’d like this to be a game then?” He reached into his pocket, everyone flinched as he pulled his hand back out causing him to chuckle. In his hand were six plastic straws.He offered them forward while explaining, “Lets all pull straws. You all can turn me in, no matter the result, but whoever pulls the short straw gets to suffer the same fate as I. If you’re REALLY lucky, and I pull the short straw, only I suffer my fate”.

No one was brave enough to protest. We all knew he would be able to kill us all in a minute if he really wanted to. I look at the others. They whisper to each other “We could become famous for catching this guy. This is a once in a lifetime chance!” “Are you kidding me? One of us could die!” “Or ALL of us could die if we don’t do as he says” “What other choice do we have?” “There are no other choices... this is it.” “... good luck guys. No hard feelings if anyone draws the short straw, ok?”

We agreed. No hard feelings if anyone draws the short straw. It’s a matter of all of us dying or the possibility of one or none of us dying. We each take a straw from his hand. The killer can’t seem to contain his excitement as he counts down for the reveal. “3... 2... 1...”

We all show our straws. I hear several sighs of relief  around me as my eyes meet the serial killer’s excited gaze. He looks overjoyed. “It’s gonna be just me and you” he laughs.

My co-workers fall silent as they realize what the two of us already knew. Tears well up in my eyes as the killer pulls me in for a celebratory hug, turning to the others, “We have ourselves a winner, folks!” I’m stunned. What does this mean for me? I look up at the horrified and sorrow-filled faces of my co-workers. We all knew that turning him in would result in a brutal death for me. He’d be sure of it. There is no way the cops would let him out of here alive. One of the girls got an idea.

“Cryostasis him” she stammered.

Everyone’s attention was on her now. She nervously continued, “I- I know... we haven’t perfected the technique yet. We don’t know what will happen exactly but... he won’t be able to run away and a ‘fate' can still be shared. It can be done NOW before any authorities arrive”.

“What a clever idea” the killer seemed impressed, “I like it. How creative!” Everyone seemed even more nervous as he insisted we go through with this method.

As the preparations were being made, I sat there bewildered. I never got to fall in love. I never got to have children. I won’t get a chance to tell my family or friends how much I love and appreciate them before I die. This is it. This is the end for me. The Cryostasis wasn’t perfected. Everyone except the serial killer knows that this will kill us.

The killer insist that I be strapped to a chair or something so that I can’t escape at the last second. We found a wheelchair and he eagerly helps to secure me into it. I didn’t want to die but I didn’t want anyone else to die either. If my death will help put an end to this man’s madness then so be it. The killer patted my cheek in his hand, “That’s the spirit! To accept fate so completely is a rare quality!” He then got into his own position for the treatment, “Her first. I don’t want you all to try and weasel out of this deal”.

I’m wheeled over to a large vat of liquid. It looks still and clear but I know what it is. It’s the experimental cryo-fluid. Direct contact will freeze things solid in seconds. I try not to think about it. There are several other tanks lined up near the lip of the vat and I give my co-workers a confused look. One of the girls kneels next to me and speaks in a soft voice, “we wanted this to hurt as little as possible for you. You don’t deserve this. So we’re giving you an anesthetic to put you under first”. I gave an understanding nod of gratitude as she fitted a breathing mask over my nose and mouth. I took several deep breaths as she counted down. I felt myself beginning to drift, my eye lids growing heavy. I barely felt the wheelchair being kicked backwards into the vat as my consciousness began to fade. A dull sensation of cold flooded over me, the last thing I saw being the terrified and crying faces of my now former co-workers.

I let myself go, succumbing to the pull of sleep. I haven’t rested this deeply in ages, despite the numbing cold. Every so often I’d stir from my slumber for but a moment. I could see just a little, as if my eyes weren’t entirely closed, blurs of colors surrounded by a white mist. Sometimes I’d hear what I thought were people talking but I couldn’t quiet hear them well enough to make out words. I heard you were supposed to relive your life in your moment of death but this isn’t what I thought it would be like. Actually I don’t know what I thought it would be like but it certainly wasn’t this... whatever this was. The blurs of color are often interrupted by moments of darkness.

Finally, I begin to stir, my eyes fluttering open as I take in a deep breath of air. Every part of my body ached, even my eyes as I struggled to make out the shapes before me. White walls and furniture. A rather minimalist and cozy looking place. My breathing is beginning to return to normal as I start to scan my surroundings; polished dark wooden floors, a white couch with a mustard yellow cloth draped over it, a tall potted plant that looked palm-like in nature, a oval glass coffee table with a few decorative coasters, possibly a window behind me based on the sunlight pouring in behind me. I seem to be in an apartment of sorts, and rather high up too based on the view I can see out a window around the corner. I look down and see that I am still in the wheelchair, although several straps seem to be missing. What happened? Is this what the afterlife looks like?

I see a young girl come around the corner. She is dressed in simple but cozy looking clothes. An oversized long sleeved shirt and a pair of dark slacks with white socks. Her hair is short, black, and straight. She is possibly of Asian decent. She looks as if she is no older than 20. She stops dead in her tracks as I manage to make eye contact with her. The look of terror in her eyes at the sight of me began to scare even myself. That’s when I finally heard the heartbeat monitor as it began beeping faster from something tied to my arm. I couldn’t move. I was still mostly frozen to this damn chair! The girl trips over herself as she turns and runs, calling out for her mother. I’m starting to panic as I feel myself slip back into sleep again.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

The sound of the heartbeat monitor greets me as I awaken once more. The room is different. Gone are the white walls and furniture, replaced with what looks to be a medical room of sorts. A face leans over me, robotic eyes inspecting me up and down. This person’s skin looks like it’s made of painted white metal...

Before I can even consider how I felt about it the person spoke, “Welcome back. You must be exhausted. Take your time. The world can wait”.

I struggle to move, the person helping me with delicate care. I try to find my voice. It takes a few tries but I managed to choke out, “Where am I?”

From here, everything became somewhat of a blur. Turns out my work in Cryostasis technology had actually worked but my notes had been lost with me during the events of that fateful night with serial killer. It had taken another several hundred years for humanity to reverse engineer my cryostasis work, then several centuries of debates to figure out if it would be safe to reverse the effects of cryostasis on me for a large number of factors. I was shown holotapes of times where I could see myself in a frozen state, often being treated as a statue. I learned that I was considered a national hero at one point, my body being displayed during political events. As time went on I was viewed less and less as a person and more as a statue. I was apparently locked away in some old museum vault for a few decades. I was even “stolen”, smuggled around and sold between collectors like a piece of art work for several hundreds of years before I was “returned to my family”. That young girl I saw when I first began to thaw was a distant relative of mine. It had been over a thousand years now. As I watched more and more of these holos, something kept bothering me. At the start, I was always showcased with that creep, that Gambler of the Grim. That notorious serial killer. But after several centuries he wasn’t being showcased anymore. I asked the “relatives” I now stayed with and learned that he was stolen by collectors first and the whereabouts of his body are still unknown, but to rest assured that he is never allowed to be thawed like I was.

Life was so different now. There aren’t many humans left on the planet. In fact even these people, my “relatives”, aren’t really human. They are mostly androids, made by combining the DNA from my lineage with robotics and advanced AI. They take on the human shape to “honor” their former masters, most who have died due to global warming. The more I learn about this new world I awoke into the more I hate it. It’s possible that I just might be the only truly human person left alive. There is no need to work, so I spend my days looking for inspiration on things to paint, my new obsession to distract me from the pain of having lost everything I once knew. Sunsets became a favorite of mine. This world of androids is practically a utopia. Crime was practically non-existence minus a few strains of violence that broke out on occasion, but nothing major according to the news. Seems like these androids really learn from the mistakes of their human counterparts.

As I begin to close up my paints for the day, another sunset having been captured on canvas once again, I am suddenly greeted by a man watching me from a short distance away. I pay him no mind as most of these people are nearly passing by on autopilot. Suddenly the man is right next to my canvas, his hand grabbing mine and pulling me into strange embrace. He holds me tightly in this embrace for a surprising amount of time before finally pulling back at arms length and smirking. His face still haunts me to this day. It was him. The Daredevil of Death himself in the flesh. His smile is huge, his grip on my arm is like metal. “I’ve been waiting centuries for you”, he said. My blood ran cold as I stared back horrified at that familiar sadistic smile. Not only had he been thawed as well but he was back… and I knew he wasn’t about to let me escape again.

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