Wednesday, November 14, 2018

I was with Honeycrisp, and it was the end of the world. In the night sky, there was a ring of gold, and inside it were the colours of violet, green, then another ring of gold. Soon the gold ring in the middle elongated and a tube of grey clouds pulled down towards Earth. We were running, looking for somewhere safe as we saw this.

Meteorites began appearing in the sky and fell towards us. One nearly hit us, so we braced for impact. We came across a parking lot, where the pavement had been pulled up, and the debris of crushed buildings were scattered about. Other people were crouching down behind these for shelter.

The sky began to speak. A man's voice said Persimmon was on the line of whether he belonged in heaven or hell.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Honeycrisp waited for me after work, when I finished at 22:30. It was dark and raining. I had gathered my things from the locker room and was on my way up from the elevator, when I ran into my manager and one of the cashiers. They were asking if I wanted an Airmiles promotion because it was currently running. I declined and ran out of the store, into the mall, looking for Honeycrisp. I caught a glimpse of him before I lost him in a crowd of people. I rushed in, but couldn't find him. I gave up, and just before I took another step, he found me.


It was dark and rainy. He lead me through China Town. I asked if he'd tried pho before; he didn't respond. We stopped in front of a door of a store that looked abandoned for a long while. It use to be a place he enjoyed before it closed.

Soon, we arrived at a Japanese restaurant whose specialty was soup. There were a variety of vegetables and meat in containers, and broths, spread across a counter top. Confused, I watched him put together these items in a bowl, then add the soup base. There weren't anymore bowls, so I asked the owner for help. He walked me through making my own bowl of soup.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

I was at work, at a grocery store. One of my best mates at work, Honeycrisp, came to me and gave me a warm hug in greeting. I hugged him back and in the silence, I realized screamo was playing through my headphones. Embarrassed at my taste in music, I pulled away, saying I'd see him later.

I got to my station at the front, but found everyone at the registers were gone. I looked in another area and found everyone seated on the floor and listening intently to the person standing alone at the front. Everyone from the store were gathered and I didn't want to interrupt so I stayed in the back. I felt regret not following Honeycrisp earlier and I imagined he was near his department. When I found a spot to sit, a tall woman in a black, midi-length dress, and long, black wavy hair strutted in as if she had authority. Eyeing me, she walked past, stopping short of the end of the row before coming back. I looked up at her and she put her hands around my head. Her long, bony fingers were polished in black as they covered my ears.

"You'll do," she said. Her blood-red lips curved sinisterly upright.

I felt something pulled away from me, but I don't know what - it could be my soul, or an essence of something... I felt it pulled out like a slow breeze being pulled from my body, starting from my heart. It was warm at first, but it cooled, and I was left depleted and confused.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Three dreams.

1. Cookie and I were in the living room of my old apartment at 9L. With us were three mothers with their children ages 3-5, running wildly and loudly about. Out of the hallway, Mango was sleep deprived and drunk. He held a box cutter in alert, ready to swipe at anyone. The children began screaming. Cookie cautiously approached, but Mango knew he would try to take the blade and slashed at his hands. I looked at our golden-haired friend and noticed how dark his skin was under his eyes. I jumped from my seat, and being coy and cute, I tried to coax him into giving it to me, but he slashed my hands and I stumbled back as my blood pooled in my hands.

2. Cookie and I were going on a vacation with my family. In a spacious version of the 9L living room, we were packing our suitcases, and my mother was trying to pick out which suitcases Cookie and I should use. We were given huge, red ones, but I wanted to pack light.

Sometime later, Cookie and I were strolling around a mall. A few mini faeries caught my attention, and we stopped to have a look. Among other little trinkets, they were placed on a table. The store owner, an old, sweet lady, talked to us about our interest. Cookie held the conversation, and I my mind quickly drifted away, finding myself in a room with endless sky and no ground beneath. I held on to many coloured chains made of words and letters that formed the shape of a balloon. I held on, climbing down until I was beneath it and seeing where all the chains ended. I pulled and twisted them so they wouldn't be uneven, and I was brought back to the mall. The old lady had gathered a few 'volunteers', Cookie and I among them. The lady told us we were going to visit somewhere no one knows about, and I found myself back in the sky. The lady noticed something different about the chain balloon - someone had tampered with it, and I came clean. I don't remember what happens, but when we came back, I told the shop owner we'd have a look around before we purchase the faeries.

3. I was in some kind of danger, but I didn't know from what. I wasn't afraid. John Reese (from the television show, Person of Interest) escorted me to a grimy, rundown corner house that became a store in a dirty part of the city. There were few windows, and the lighting was dim. He patted my shoulder and said he'd be back. In the little window by the door, I watched him exit and lean against a lamp post across the street. A shady man with a small package approached him. They exchanged a few words before a fight and many more men joined. When the fight was over, he pried the box from the first man's hands, and came back to the shop. Watching all that happen, I wanted to be a policeman.

Next, I was in university again. On a tropical island, I stood on one of the floating docks. I'd chosen an elective which was taken by those studying law enforcement - some kind of police drills. Unfortunately, the class' time collided with another - a dance class of some kind. I looked at my classmates. Of everyone, I only recognized Flan. Someone was whispering my name. At first, I ignored it, thinking I'd misheard, but when it was clear, I turned to see my best university friend, Cupcake, waving at me. Having a closer look at her classmates, they were everyone else I took my art courses with. I figured us art students we divided either into law enforcement drills or dance classes.

After the sun had set, we were still in the water. I lost my balance and fell into the deep, dark teal water. I quickly got the hang of floating and swimming, and soon I was floating and watching the star-filled sky on my back.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

I've forgotten most of my dream, but I sat beside my Cookie's sister in a cinema, waiting for the movie to begin. I've baked muffins and gave a box of them to her uncle, who was offering them to our group - the cousins. They were chocolate flavoured, and I couldn't remember if I baked them with eggs and milk. I was warning the vegans of the family.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

I had two dreams that connected during a nap. When I woke up from the first half, I was scared, but I couldn't leave the dream without an ending.

My husband and I lived in the countryside, and we've become good friends with our neighbours. They were a family of four with two dogs - two black and white French bulldogs. The wife was beautiful with blond hair cut short to her shoulders, and her husband had dark, ash blond hair ¹. They had two children - a son and a younger daughter. When I visited, it was near the end of autumn. It was still light out, and the children had arrived from school. It was extremely windy this day, and my long hair and knee-length, blue dotted skirt would fly about as I knocked on their glass, back door. I was let in by the husband, who was around his late 30s, into their kitchen. The walls were white, and brighter with the sun's light. The counter tops were wooden in a walnut finish.

The children put their empty lunch bags on the kitchen island, as the mother started on dinner. They were a warm, loving couple. The kitchen slowly grew darker, as clouds covered the sun, and the wind became stronger. Soon, it was dark, even though it was only late in the afternoon. I had a bad feeling about what was about to happen, and when I looked at the parents, they were quite alert as well. The children ran into the kitchen, scared too. We heard the wind swirl outside, saying something in a low voice, and soon the back door shattered. The wind came in like a miniature tornado, as if taking slow, arrogant steps.

Something dark and oozing began covering the crème tiled floor, so we all ran high into the house, into the little girl's bedroom, closing the door behind us. The ooze followed us quickly, seeping under the door, and we all stood on the bed, as if it were a boat. I tried to grab one of the dogs and lift him up on the bed, but he was heavy, and as soon as the ooze wrapped a slimy tendril around his leg, he was yanked from my grip. Before I fell in, the father grabbed me, pulling me to safety. We watched the dogs melt into the darkness, their yelps becoming angry growls, and their bodies transforming into dog-shaped sludge.

I thought we'd all die, or worse, be covered in this filth and become some kind of monster. Thoughts flew though my mind: would we become something like zombies, where we'd transfer this disease to others and convert them into a being like us? Would we take over the world, and would human-kind become extinct? I wondered about my husband, and cried in my head for him to come save us.

We all heard a loud bang from the door, soon followed by a large axe shattering it open. It was my husband (not Cookie, though), and as soon as he saw me, he smirked cockily, but reassuringly. My heart stopped for a second, thinking 'that was the sexiest smile I've ever seen' ². He slashed through the dogs in a quick swipe, then dragged his axe on the floor, creating a clean path from the bed to the door. He reached a hand for me, and I hastily took it.
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¹ The parents looked very much like the parents from Kyle XY.

² Please, no. No. No. Darius from League of Legends. I can't remember the face anymore, but he was the first one I thought of when I woke up. Please, brain. Don't do this.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The lights were off in the small, dark hotel room Talon (from League of Legends) and I silently waited in. The wind rattled the window blinds that filtered the moon's light onto the carpeted floor. We were waiting for some kind of instruction, or maybe a target, because he waited beside the open window, out of the moon's reach, and staring into the darkness. I vaguely remember lying on the bed with a maroon blanket, and another time where I tried to pull his hood down, but he pushed me away in annoyance.
*****
I was lazing on a lawn chair on the balcony of our apartment that looked much like my childhood apartment of 9L. Wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt and short-shorts I made from a pair of my husband's shredded, old jeans, I enjoyed the morning sunshine, reading "Crossed" by Ally Condie. Once in a while, I'd look around, taking in the suburban view when I noticed a man in his 20s sitting in his balcony from an apartment across our own. Sitting beside a woman around his age, he was eyeing me, a big grin curving his mouth. We made eye contact, so I waved to him, and he cocked an eyebrow arrogantly. As soon as his female friend handed him something that looked much like binoculars, I realized I was lying about with my knees bent and my legs wide open. I knew these homemade shorts revealed my underwear, but I didn't realize I would sit down in that particular position (it's a regular position I fall into). I quickly went inside, embarrassed, bumping into the black sofa in our living room.
*****
Perhaps this part was another dream. Inside my apartment, there were clothes hanging on racks, as if it were a store. I thought about trying some of them sometime, as made a bee line to the washroom, which became a public one with grey stalls. Someone knocked on my stall door, and the voice of an old lady told me to hurry in a rude manner because they were closing. Offended, I thought about cancelling their contract of using my home as their store, but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea, because they contributed to the rent, significantly making ours much, much cheaper. When I was finished, I walked out of the washroom, and the store was run by a handful of old, wrinkly, grey-haired ladies, who pushed me out the door before I could tell them, "I live here!". Regardless, I was dressed in a long, navy, wool coat, and my beautiful taupe boots, that I walked out into a hallway, ready to go out into the winter cold.

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