Bat Burrito

Only once have I ever awoken with tears streaming down my face.  I had dreamed that my husband died-- which is really unfair because we'd only been married for a few months.  The bulk of the dream was about how my family and I handled the death.  My parents took me back into their home.  I cried for weeks and my sister tried so hard to find something to say to me.  But I felt like no one could possibly understand my loss.   When I finally woke up my chest hurt from heaving sobs, but at least I was awake and away from that horrible alternate life.  I rolled over and wrapped my arms tightly around my husband, SO glad that he was alive.  And then, as the full dream slowly broke over my mind in it's entirety, I started laughing my head off. How could I have ever believed even for a moment that my husband had really died?  His death was ridiculous!  As soon as he opened his eyes I told him, "I had a dream that you turned into a little bat.  You were flying around when some tall man snatched you out of the air, rolled you up in a burrito, and ate you!"I do feel relief that the love of my life is still alive and kickin'... but somehow I don't think I'll live in fear of that dream coming true.

Scream

It all happened so fast. One moment, we were standing there, talking, and the next… The next moment a body was flying through the air. We were up on the third floor of a college building, waiting for class to start. The entire west wall was a giant window, from which the parking lot could be seen below. The three of us were standing about ten feet from the window, but none of us were paying a great deal of attention to what was going on out there. We were too busy talking amongst ourselves. There had been four of us, but the last member of our group had left a few minutes before, for some reason that I no longer can recall. The parking lot was pretty crowded with college kids, rushing to get to their classes or to head home for the day. Everything was normal. I had glanced towards the window just as she had climbed into her blue car (it’s funny how we remember the small stuff) and backed out. I looked away, back at my other friends, only to hear screaming all around me. I turned my head back to the window, and my hazel eyes widened as the breath stopped in my throat. The blue car hit another student, a young college girl. The girl was sent flying forward, twisting around in the air. She hit the ground and I flinched, imaging the sound that must have accompanied such a fall. The car stopped instantly, as unmoving as the body that now was sprawled across the ground, and we all could hear the squealing of tires, even with the closed window. All we could do was stare, too far away to see who had been hit, but close enough to know that the victim was most likely dead. The driver door burst open and our friend rushed from the car and over to the body. We all could see her panic-stricken face. Without hesitating, she scooped the body up into her arms and then staggered forward. Tears streamed down her face and it looked as if she was calling out for help, or perhaps screaming. Maybe both. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was making her stop. I rushed forward, towards the window, but it was as if time had slowed down. There were too many people in the way. I wasn’t going to make it… “Make her stop!” I screamed, shoving my way past everyone and everything. “Stop!” My panic was so strong that I could barely get the words out. Some students turned to stare at me, not understanding. I knew, though, that if her victim was still alive, he or she wouldn’t survive long being moved around like that. Had it been a young girl hit? Or an older man? No longer could I remember or tell, but it didn’t matter. If the victim wasn’t dead already, they would be soon. “Don’t! No!” Still the words wouldn’t come out, and I was still so far away. All I could see was my friend continuing to stagger with the body in her arms and all I could feel was blinding terror. Tears trickled down my face as I reached the window at long last and shoved it open with trembling hands. “Stop!” I screamed out, but my throat was still closed over and she did not hear me. I leaned out the window, nearly falling out in my haste. “Make her stop! Put the body down! Stop it!” My voice made it through this time, but she was screaming even louder than I and did not hear. “Make her stop!” The crowd broke as several people rushed towards her, prying the limp body from her hands. The victim was set upon the ground. Without waiting to see anymore, I hurried from the room, flying down the stairs as fast as I could, my mind in such a state of panic as to not care about my own safety. I had to know if the person was still alive—I just had to.

Unexpected Welcome

I had just arrived to my new apartment after a long 12 hour drive around 9 o clock at night. Surprisingly there were tons of other college kids also arriving so people where everywhere.  Assuming I would be staying in the same place as last time I entered apt 10 and dropped my bags in a empty room. I explored the apartment a little bit and it was covered in moving boxes and complete strangers who were more on the Goth side I felt like I was at a Halloween party. I quickly left and then headed up the hill/street to the managers house. We had gotten a new manager in the months that I had been gone so I was anxious to meet the new one. I knocked on her front door and immediately it swung open. There stood a plump, greasy, mid 30 year old lady in denim overalls with short blond hair. She had a look of utter disgust and anger flash across her face. "Get OUT" she yelled! Stunned by the unexpected response I retorted with "but I need to check in I can’t stay on the street tonight, I refuse to be homeless." Somehow more people started showing up and we got inside the managers house. Well it wasn’t really a house anymore it had been converted into a welding work shop. Over in the corner must of been her deranged husband sitting on a stool with cut off jean shorts and holding a clip board singing to himself. We went over to talk to him and he checked us in and reported to me that I would be in Apt 9 this semester. I left the house as quick as possible wanting to get as far away from that insane asylum. It was probably close to 11pm and everything was pitch black, all the buildings that I normal recognized now seemed all wrong. There were buildings that were a mix of two different buildings and they kept moving and changing shapes. I soon became hopelessly lost. After wandering around in what I thought was the right direction I finally spotted my apartment building. I was just across a parking lot from it. That’s when my foot got caught on something and I started falling face first into a long dark abyss.

Do The Time Warp

In my dream, I had been asleep, and just woke up. I got out of bed and walked past the mirror and had to do a double-take. I was much thinner than I had been the day before, and my hair was much longer. I was freaked out, and went to find my boyfriend, who acted like everything was normal. I explained to him that when I had gone to bed the night before I was still fat, and my hair was still short, and that's why this was so weird. But he tried to assure me that lots of time had passed, that I'd been dieting and growing my hair out for months. Everyone else I talked to said the same thing. As I stood there wondering what else I could have missed during the past few months, I woke up.

Friends And Not So Enemies

As I was wondering through a very expensive looking hotel/plaza, I had to turn my wandering into running. I was running for my life all through out this magnificent place. I had been visiting and living in this place for quite some time, but I was now being chased. I had to run into bathrooms and hide in the stalls which turned into a sitting elevator with lots of people (and this saving my life because my hunters did not kill in public). Lots of people were dying in the most comical and weird ways. Comical in the sense that there was an idiotic police troop assigned to investigate the killings at the hotel, and they were as dumb as rocks. They actually would have friendly conversations with the bad guys (so to speak) and would some how always get tangled up in the thing that the people were found dead in. As I saw that the police had no capability of protection, I tried my best to fool the three chasing after me. I found out it was a man and two women. The man had impecable taste in suits and skinny ties, and the women had long, lovely hair. I was wearing gray pants and a white v neck when I decided to play dumb and lead them on a tour of the art in the hotel. I led them into this room with elaborate finger paintings done by children. It was in here they showed me they were vampires and told me about obnoxious vampires whose techniques they hated. We actually became friends in those few minutes. They then pinned me down and told me they could not wait to drink my blood, it was the sweetest thing they would ever have. I even offered to cut open my own wrists for them. Even though we had grown to become friends in my last moments of life, they were still surprised that I was not afraid to die. They asked me why, I responded with simple fact that it was inevitable whether they were to drain me dry or turn me into one of  them. They then were not hesitant to pick out the best scissors and explain what would happen (they did not bite but actually cut open the viens in the wrists-biting was for something else). They were greedy for my blood but assured me it would not hurt, they wouldn't allow it because they liked me. I watched as one woman precisely dug the sharp blade into one of my veins and then started to drink, leaving the other anxious for their turn. I then closed my eyes and thought only happy thoughts as I felt my life seep out of me. It was then I woke up to the the tingling and draining sensation that I was actually feeling in my real body. 

Ronald McCreeper

In my dream, I woke up and was lying on the floor of a huge building made of stained glass. I looked over to see three giant Mexican girls, probably ten feet tall. Ronald McDonald was there, and he was making the giant girls try on his shoes, and was being very creepy about it. Then I woke up.

One River Front House

The only way for me to get around the city was by boat. Where there should have been roads there were canals and where a normal person would have a lawn in front of a house there were docks. As you slowly paddled through the various neighborhoods small children were playing in inner tubes and blow up rafts tied to the docks. Some had even fashioned rafts from logs tied together with a border of empty soda bottles.  Every one in a while there were bridges you would float under, bridges leading to the different buildings in the city and bridges leading to the forest just on the outskirts. It was a peaceful place until you reached the house no one seemed to want to realize. It was run down and smelled of old stale happiness. You could almost hear the laughter of the children running around the ghost of what home it used to be. Once it could have been a place of glee but it had seen long vacant winters and abuse since then. Only the small bit of color left on the house was evidence someone once cared about it.