| The Twilight Zone This dream was really weird. There were parts of it that downright make absolutely no sense what-so-ever. But it�s true and that�s all that matters. It all started when my family and I were in some sort of hallway, surrounded by boxes. We were moving them, so I guess we were in a storage room. There were a bunch of people around doing the same, so I was pretty certain we weren�t actually moving away. At the end of the hallway was an army guard, who yelled out instructions. He would say, �Move that there, No move it back! No move it here again!� After a while, my family and I went outside, onto the lake. It was winter so the lake was frozen over. We went skating on the ice, but every so often, a different army guard would come out and just saw off giant chunks of the ice with a chain saw. Soon enough, I went back inside. Either my family remained out, or they disappeared, but for the rest of this dream, I�m flying solo. I walked toward the end of the hall where the guard was standing before. By now, all of the people and boxes that were in the hall previously had disappeared also. I turn around for a second, and, out of nowhere, Frankie and Chris come rushing towards me. They looked like they�d traveled back in time! Frankie looked no older than thirteen, and Chris looked the same age as he did on their CD. For some unknown reason I ran up to Frankie and said, �Frank Galasso!� very loudly. He just stared at me blankly and ran off. I never saw him again. Then I went up to Chris and said, �Hey baby, where have you been?� Just like Frankie, he didn�t say a word. But he hugged me and we walked down the hall and turned left. We got to a room that suspiciously resembled my school cafeteria. It was completely empty. There wasn�t even food or those �Don�t Smoke!� posters on the walls, like there always is. I saw Chris and he suddenly had three compact disks with him. He handed one to me and started placing more on the lunch tables. I looked down at the CD and was shocked and depressed by what I saw. It had two songs on it. One that Chris�s father sang and one that Chris did.* But Chris just kept handing out CD�s. Every time I saw him, he was holding the same amount of disks: three. But somehow he had an infinite supply. By the time he came back to me, every table had at least six CD�s on it. Then, he and I sat on a bench. For the first time in the dream, he spoke. I couldn�t remember exactly what our conversation was about, but it was one of those emotional ones. I don�t mean, �Oh, no! I broke a nail! How terrible!� It was a meaningful conversation, like the purpose-of-life deep. I was about to ask whatever happened to his father, but Chris pointed to the bulletin board across from where we were sitting and said, �Your posters are upside-down.� I look and there they were! Right in front of my eyes, my Dream Street posters. Four of them. Two of them were very large and two were very small. The two big ones were my Popstar! Magazine centerfold, and the other one was the Spencer�s one with the sky blue background. The other two I had never seen before in my life. The larger ones were upside-down; the other two were fine. I went over and I fixed them. I turn around and Chris is gone again. The cafeteria was now full of people. I went over to where I was sitting and found my schoolbooks there, with a pencil case on top. This pencil case was usually full of colored pencils, and I never brought it to school until late. I sat there looking for my CD, and I saw everyone opening their pencil cases and pulling out CD�s. Nobody said a word; they just sat and moved in a monotonous manor. I opened my pencil case and, low and behold, my CD was there. But it wasn�t a regular compact disk. It was now a minidisk. I looked at everyone else and their CD�s are now minidisks, also. I looked back down and looked up in a fraction of a second. All of the people and their books are gone, without a trace. Chris was back, standing up next to me. He sat down and we just hugged and kissed. I felt so secure with him right then. I never wanted this moment to end. All of a sudden I was consumed by this feeling of pure enmity and hatred. I stopped making out with Chris and looked up. I saw my friend Dina. I don�t know why I was so angry with her, but I was. I just grabbed Chris and started violently kissing him. Then I heard Dina, like the crybaby** she is, start bawling her eyes out. Chris, however, being the kind, sweetheart that he is, went over to console her. I followed. I acted like I want to comfort her so I said, �Oh, Dina, what�s wrong?� She just hiccuped and babbled. Chris wrapped his arms around her and walks off. I just stayed there, completely in shock. I don�t know how much time elapsed before they came back. When they did, however, they both looked quite content and satisfied. Chris saw me and the smile ran away from his face. I wanted to say, �Chris. . . How could you?� All I could manage to say was, �Chris. . .?� He looked at me with pity in his eyes and said, �Oh God, I�m so sorry. Listen, it�s official. Dina and I are in love and. . . I�m so sorry.� I knew he meant it. But I didn�t think he was sorry for abandoning me; it seemed as if he was just sorry for me. At that moment, he and Dina moved in close, and my heart just sank. Emotionally, I was falling into a never-ending pit of despair. Then, I hit the bottom and woke up. * Sadly, as most people know, Chris�s father has passed on. ** I am in character, I don�t really think she�s a crybaby. Submitted by Jazzy Diz, on November 30, 2001 |