Helpless Bird Wings

I was being held captive. And I was afraid. Something was happening and it scared the crap out of me. My head was folded in my arms as I knelt beside the bed. I could hear a strange sound, like wind rushing , constantly…the flapping of wings. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. Besides the bed lay a helpless bird, broken but yet powerful. The bird’s wings beat the air to no end and the rush is what got to me. I couldn’t take it, attempting to shut out the cry for help with my own thoughts of anything but. Eventually the wings calmed but only for enough time for my body to stop shivering and then they erupted yet again.

Runaway Wheelchair

The wheelchair fell off the porch and headed away from the house. It was facing backwards, rolling down the hill just barely staying upright as it wobbled over the various debris sprayed across the pavement. The chair took its course as it made its way down to the stop sign all the sudden tilting just enough to the right to provide itself with a new destination: The Creek. There was no one in the chair but I still felt inclined to chase after it. My tennis shoes rubbed against the concrete as my harsh footsteps and small stride attempted to keep up. The chair picked up speed as it arrived at the bottom only to plunge off the edge and into the cold water. All I could do was watch from the top as the wheel chair sunk into the murky water.

Inception. For Real.

A bunch of us were over at Taryn’s mansion just hanging out on a Friday afternoon when it dawned on us that it just so happened to be her parent’s wedding anniversary which means nothing else but reenactment. I was just standing there as boxes upon boxes were brought into the giant living room and I watched as people started putting on the clothing. Civil war era clothing. Her mom threw on an old fashion dress overtop her other dress and everyone else without hesitation began putting on the blue uniforms with the brass buttons. It was elaborate. While we were getting dressed the back wall even turned into a bowling alley shoe rack type thing carrying all different shoe sizes for the same metal looking toe-pointed joker looking shoe. I found a ten and put it on realizing that I left something in the dorm room that I needed. I took it off and ran home. Because I lived right around the corner…anyway I got home and found whatever it was that I had left and realized someone with a car had forgotten something as well but didn’t see me running and drove straight past me in the middle of the street. I kept running anyway and I saw this boy swinging along side of the road clutching a basketball in his arms as he swung up over the pavement and then back over the grass behind. Next time he did though he tossed the ball up and caught it before he swung back. I watched as he did it one more time but he missed the basketball and it bounced on the road in my direction. I attempted to toss it back but all I could do was bat at the bouncing ball because it was behind me and I couldn’t stop my feet from running at this point. I eventually hit it back to him but he missed a second time. He hopped off the swing and followed me down the street a little ways until the road became narrower and someone else was in our path. They started to argue. I told them to play it out in a game of basketball because at this point there just happened to be a basketball hoop in the middle of the road. A car passed and honked loudly. I “woke up” before the end of the fight.

Summer and Kim and I were hanging out in the dorm room paranoid at the noises that were surrounding us. The room was smaller than normal and the entrance was darker so that we couldn’t see people coming and going. There was a small window that stared out at an airport runway but that’s besides the point. I looked at Kim and started to explain my dream about Taryn’s mom’s civil war wedding reenactment when Taryn walked in. She sat down and listened as well except this time she would interrupt and place her own commentary between the lines. I yelled at her to shut up because it distracts me and then I forget the actual dream that I had just encountered. We heard some noise though and it was unnerving. They hid ontop and I attempted to hide underneath my bed until I had a better more brilliant idea to catch the attacker by surprise. I stood up next to the door against the wall so they wouldn’t see me until it was too late. I picked up a notebook and waited. We heard some more shuffling and then a figure rounded the bend and into our room but before they could get too far I hit them with the notebook. Only after the contact did I realize that it was Britt Watson, another girl in our suite at school Woops! That’s when I woke up for real.

A Mistake

I was driving along the freeway when I notice the giant cinder block bouncing towards the front of my car. I swerve to the left to avoid it inevitably placing my passenger in the direct line of fire. The brick ripped through the half of the car taking her with it and leaving me speechless and motionless in the remaining half of the car.

Somehow, I managed to cause the death of two more individuals on accident in addition to the first tragedy. I don’t remember details, just that no one would look me in the eye. That I wasn’t allowed to have a conversation with anyone for fear that I might accidentally harm them as well.

I retreated to the attic of the funeral home where the ceremonies were taking place and sat down. Alone. I had my eyes closed when I felt someone’s hands gently clasp mine. Our fingers intertwined as the words rolled off their tongue: “It’s going to be OK.” I kept my eyes closed because It didn’t matter who was sitting next to me. It didn’t matter that I had made mistakes. Someone loved me anyway. That was enough.

Combo Night- 3 dreams for the price of 1

I was walking down the street feeling’ a little hungry when I felt like eating a hamburger. I entered Jack n’ Jill’s and glanced at the menu. (Jack n’ Jill’s is a small hometown restaurant in Charlottesville that is famous for their foot-long hot dogs.) Instead of hamburgers, hotdogs and fries presented at the counter however, there was bowls and bowls of every flavor ice cream, sprinkles, hot fudge, chocolate chips, m and m’s and just about everything else that contributes to a delicious ice cream sundae presented right there within reach on the counter. Flattered, but not looking for ice cream, I excited the building. 

My “school” I guess you can call it was going on a field trip and everyone was piled up inside an old fashion wagon type vehicle except me. I was strapped down to a bench with wheels that was basically being dragged along behind by a thick rope so that I had no form of escape. The trip to the unknown was not a jolly trip down the highway. Instead we were zipping and zooming up and down rocky hills and worn down pathways through the forests. The bench I was sitting on seemed especially unstable as it began to rock back and forth and finally tilting enough to the side that my arms were holding onto the handles as my feet ran along the ground separately. I let go of the bench and it flew away into the distance and the air around me rushed into my lungs. I had a new challenge and that was to stay alive…and in the air. My body rose up in the air almost like a kite using the force of the vehicle to keep me afloat.

I don’t remember landing at our destination but I know that we did because the next thing I knew I was inside a large stone building centered around a giant water fountain that appeared to be overflowing because the entire building was flooded and the only way to get around was swimming. I was trapped on the side by a vampire. Turns out I was not an enemy…just their way of venting. I was the priest in a confession almost for these vampires. I swam away towards the fountain in the center. Managing to escape the madness.

Only to be found standing on the sidelines of a large sports arena right in the center of the action. I noticed that every single person around me was a vampire. Mhmm well that’s cool. At least they don’t glitter like in the Twilight series. I heard a distant grumble and turned around to see a pillar of black smoke such as the one from the TV show LOST pacing back and forth at the top of the mountain. Someone whispered that the black smoke was going to take out it’s anger on someone and needed a target. Without thinking I took a step off of the grate that I was standing on, and onto the hard pavement and then yelled out at the beast: “I better still be alive when you’re done!” My brother then ran up to me and started beating me, pushing me over onto the ground, almost like preparing my body for the real beating yet to come. The black smoke covered my body and pushed it back and forth like a rag doll. Surprisingly, I wasn’t feeling the pain. The smoke retreated to his home in the hills above all others. I stood up and walked back over to the chaperone. “Can I fly again?” Referring to the rope behind the wagon lying stagnant on the ground. Unfortunately I woke up before I could strap myself back in.

I traveled back in time to middle school. Running around on the play ground at recess when I tripped, only at the exact same time that a bullet whizzed past the spot where I was just standing. I screamed, not because of the near death experience but instead because I scraped my knee on the pavement when I fell and it was painful. My scream though, triggering off thousands of little kid screams as they noticed the sniper and scrambled to the safety of the building. Me, being semi-straight up dumb ran towards the tree in which the man was perched. I hugged the base of the tree thinking that he wouldn’t even think to aim straight down.

Next thing I know I’m older, sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper with a front page article about a new sniper. Only this time I know that the man causing the damage is my husband. The same man whose bullet missed me as a child. He had kidnapped me and taken me to his house forcing me to marry him and that was the only life that I had ever known. I remember trying to place acorns inside of the gun instead of the bullets but my plan failed and he still managed to kill more innocent people. I cried. And woke up.