I was all snuggled in some strange smelling covers in a very comfortable bed. It was early in the morning, or at least it was about time for me to get out of bed. There was just one problem. It wasn�t my bed. I looked around and saw an unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar furniture. Nothing smelled like anyone I know. To tell the truth it smelled like a lot of black people had been through this room. The walls were made of coated wood. There was a 27� (I guess) TV sitting on top of a wooden stand that was similar to the rest of the room. I didn�t know how I had gotten here or where here was. I jumped out of bed only to be thrown back down but a wall. Apparently I didn�t notice I was in a bunk bed. So now I was lost and I had a headache.
I didn�t smell like myself. I smelt kind of like a black person does. Down at the end of the bed I could see an open door that lead to a bathroom. With no thought put into it at all I decided to take a shower. I turned the shower on, and got the water just the right temperature. I showered and tried to wash the stench off me, using someone else�s soap. When I can out of the shower I still smelled bad. I decided to wash my face off so I went to the mirror.
I took the towel and wiped the fog of the mirror. Damn what a surprise. The person on the other side of the mirror wasn�t me. But when I moved the mirror man did too. After a quick look around, I noticed that my body wasn�t even how I had left it. I panicked, tripped over my towel and hit my head on the toilet seat. So now I knew I lost, not myself, and I have one hell of headache.
Everything got cold very quickly. Even though the room was as steamy as a sauna, I was excruciatingly cold. I just looked at the mirror and at my body. I was someone else. I just kept looking at the mirror. The more I looked the more afraid I became but it was so perplexing to not be me I couldn�t stop looking. Then, I was sad. I started to think about my life before and how all was lost. I though about Xbox Live and then it hit me.
I looked just like good old No1 Sperminator. I might not have realized it then but it was nice to know who you are when exchanging bodies. I say exchanging loosely because I do not believe that Spermy became me. After getting out of the shower I ran over to the TV in the room. I wanted to find the Xbox and see if maybe Spermy was in my body. I had no such luck. The only thing left of the Xbox was square area with not dust on it.
I sat in the room for several hours. I looked out all the windows. The windows were on all four sides of the room, so I figured that the room must have been a house by itself. I was right. After getting dressed and going outside I found that it was a guesthouse that was just outside main homestead. How disheveled I must have looked. While I was walking around the big main house staring in awe an 8-year-old kid spoke to me. �What are you looking at?� he said. I like to about shit all over myself he scared me so bad. �Why don�t you come in Brother? Its almost lunch time,� the little kid said. I must have disturbed the kid with my pale looks. I followed him in the house and ate lunch. Things got a little blurry and I didn�t remember much.
The next thing I remember is walking around and seeing another structure outside main house. It was not a guesthouse at all. I was more like a factory or something. I, not knowing any better, just walked right in. I must have been walking quietly and not knowing it because I walked right into Sperms dad. He was thin, losing a little color in his hair, and just a little shorter than I was (considering I was in Sperms body).
His back was turned to me and he was working on something. He noticed me and was not happy to see. He yelled �What the hell are you doing here. Told you never to come in here. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY POND BEFORE I BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU.� I noticed I was standing in a very small amount of water only about 1/16 of an inch above the ground. It looked like it had some bacteria or something growing it but whatever it was it was sure as hell important to Sperms dad. He looked like he was going to live up to his threats so I made a quick exit.
I looked around the property a bit more and I realized that Sperminator doesn�t really live in Toronto, he lives just outside of it. I know this because I saw trees somewhere. I spent the rest of the day looking around, avoiding his Dad, thinking about how screwed I am, and trying to come up with a solution. Everybody noticed that I, pretending to be Sperminator, was acting weird. I was very bad at pretending to be Sperminator.
After a very awkward family dinner, I went back to the guesthouse and got ready to go to bed. I decided that the next day I would steal the family car and head back to good old Mississippi. I decided to go to bed early because I would have to get up very early to steal the car. I must have gone to bed close to 8:00 o�clock.
Somehow I woke up and I was once again not where I had fallen asleep. This time everything was very hot. I could smell smoke and burning flesh. I jumped out of bed only to be slammed back down by a claw that was about the same size as my face. The claw grabbed my face, covered my mouth and was pushing my head into the beat at breakneck pressure. I tried to jump out of bed and kick with my legs but no sooner did I do that was I sat on by the rest of the creature. It was a bear; maybe a bear; a bear-like creature would be a better choice of words. To tell you the truth it looked like a Ferrell Bear Demon. Only was of my eyes was free to look. All I could see is scorched earth, molten lava, and the hideously evil creature that was effortlessly suffocating me. My free eye studied it while the rest of my body was slowly running out of air. All I could thing is �Why�.?�
The Ferrell Bear Demon gave me an answer too. It turned its head ever so slowly and let my free eye look into the redness of the vertical pupil of one of its eyes. When eye contact was made it said �For your sins of mocking Galen�s life, you shall spend and eternity in it." The beast pressed down on my head even harder. My air was running out. I fought back so punily that my free eye saw it laugh at me. It was laughing as I passed out.
Again I woke up in Sperms bed, in his house, with his family, but the demon fucked me over real good because I woke up late in the afternoon. There would be no carjacking for me. I still smelt really bad but I was kind of getting used to it. I wondered if I found my way back to my body, would it stink to me? Anyway, Sperms family must have been thinking that their son was very depressed or something.
The moment I was ready to leave (for purposes that I have already forgotten) somebody else opened the door as I reached for the knob. It was a rather large teenager. He was probably 17 or 18, a little on the chubby side but looked like he was both strong and fat. He came in and started to talk to me. I noticed he wore boots. Nobody else wore boots. He called me by name and talked very friendly. He said something to the degree of �Your parents called me and told me that you were very depressed and they couldn�t figure out. They asked me to show you a good time to get your spirits up.�
I replied, �I�m fine. Now what about this good time?� As I was asking the question I realized that if I was to be cursed to the unwaking dream of someone else�s life, why not enjoy it? My memory gets a little hazy in here. I remember the strong one giving me a ride in his truck. We went to someone else�s house and there were a group of about 5 guys and 3 gals there. Everyone was babbling something about a concert. I am by no means a fan of music, but hey, I have an eternity to learn right?
Turns out it was a performance by a local band in a local nightclub. The owners must have not cared about serving alcohol to minors or maybe laws in Canada are different. Everyone was drinking. I myself am not a drinker but, if I�m in someone else�s body then whey not? Maybe I can�t remember much of this because I was piss drunk in dream inside a dream. I was partially inebriated when the band quit playing.
In order to keep the beer selling and the people buy the owner took the mic off its stand. I can only guess that his following words were the result of two possibilities:
a) he was making shit up to keep his business making money
b) or Sperms friends really knew how to have a good time.
Either way, eternity in Sperms life didn�t look too bad. Apparently this was strip wet T-Shirt contest night.
All the chicks flocked to the stage and the contest began. I would describe in detail what I saw but I doubt you want to hear me describe the different types boobies. You can use your own imagination. Anyway things must have gone really good because I remember coming back to the guesthouse with one of the chicks.
No suck luck for me though. Instantly I went back to hell. The same smell of burning flesh hit me. I knew what was coming so I tried to get out of bed quickly. I jumped up and landed on a burning rock. No sooner did my feet hit the ground did I get smacked right back into the bed. I burnt the shit out of my feet and was once again wrestling with the Ferrell Bear Demon.
This time when it came to put its claw over my face, I hit its arm from the side and pushed it out of the way. Again I tried to run. And once again it sat on me. Now that I was being crushed by a good 250 kg�s of demon, it began to suffocate me again. This time it said, �Your new life is punishment, not pleasure.� I used both my arms to try to lift his claw off my face again. I got it up enough to get another gasp of air. The Ferrell Beat Demon just leaned forward and put all of its weight on the arm on my face.
I was beaten. Slowly, ever so slowly, my vision began to fade and my consciousness began to wane. I blacked out. I woke up in Sperm�s bed, in his house, with his family, and with his friends again. I got dressed and went outside. It was close to noon. I kicked the bushes, examined the leaves, hugged the ground, cut myself, hit myself in the head, and did everything that I could do to wake myself up. I realized that I was stuck in this world and it felt very much real. As I was walking over to his house, I could hear his mother talking got his father. She said �I don�t know what your son has become. How can he just drift from day to day in such a mood and then act like he did last night.� Sperm�s father replied �Don�t you worry about it, let me talk to him.� Sperm�s Dad then left the house and headed toward the guesthouse to talk to what he though was his son.
In the time that it took him to walk over to me I though that maybe I wasn�t just put here to suffer forever, but to ruin the life of someone else. I mean, what if the Ferrell Bear Demon lied to me. What if it left me here to rot and act recklessly and when my time was up it was up. Then Sperm would come back to deal with the mess I made for him. I vowed that this would be my last day in someone else�s shoes.
His Dad came up to me and took a deep breath. I figured that he was about to begin a very long-winded speech. Before he could speak I spoke to him saying, �I know I have been acting very strange lately. I want to tell you what the problem is about I can�t.� He rapidly replied �Why not? If you can�t tell your father then who can you tell?� I took a deep breath and said �I would tell you, but I am truly afraid that if I told you then you might get involved too and I can�t have that.� My answer must have been dissatisfying because he began to scowl at me. It looked like I was about to get bitched out, punched in the face, or both. So in desparation I said �If you have ever trusted your own son then trust me now. Leave me be for today and after today it will all be over. I promise you. - -Sperm�s Dad began to scowl even more- �Hey, if can�t trust your own son then who can you trust?� He smiled, and walked back to his lab / factory thing.
No sooner did he walk away did the lumps on my head from the bunk-bed, the toilet, and the binge drinking begin to hurt really bad. They ached in an unnatural way. I fell to my knees in pain, leaned backwards, and passed out while still upright. This is where the good old violence begins.
I passed out. I was dreaming. I was actually having a daydream, while living an eternally punishing dream, while dreaming it in real life. Confusing huh? In this dream I was floating far above the house. I looked down to see two hummers pull into the front yard and unload. They unloaded with men in black suits, black masks, and black assault rifles. I believe they were M4�s or some variation there of. I may also recall an MP5 or something like that.
They piled out in union. Instantly they destroyed the family car. Some kicked in the front door, some jumped in through the windows, and several of them ran over to the guesthouse and lab/factory thing. About five seconds after they entered the main house I heard Sperminator�s mother scream �RUN�. Then she just regular screamed but it was drowned out by gunshots. When the gunshots ceased, I could hear her no more. I heard one of the men in suits yell �Get the boy!�
My horror was complete as I realized the men in suits were executing the family one by one, but for what reason? Was this the punishment the demon promised? I saw the 8-year-old kid jump out of the second story window, breaking the glass as he jumped. As he was falling they shot him to pieces. Pieces, I say, pieces, random flesh and tattered clothing was all that hit the ground. Sperm�s father ran to me.
From far above I could see myself just leaning how I was when I passed out. The man that killed the 8-year-old looked out the window and shot down Sperm�s father as he ran to wake me up. I was the only one left. I watched as a man in a black suit upholstered a pistol, put it to my head, and littered the ground with my brains.
The shot was very loud; it woke me from my passing out. As I can too, I stood up and shook my head. While regaining my bearing I could here several very heavy vehicles pulling up in front of the house. I knew it. The dream was coming to life. As fast as I could I ran to the back of the house. And as bad as I wanted to I knew that running inside would suicide. In the few undetected moments I had I wondered: is it my punishment to have the relive this day over and over for all eternity? My train of thoughts was derailed by Sperm�s father narrowly outrunning the trigger finger of one of the men in black suits. He saw me hiding and joined me.
�Is there a way out of here?� I quickly asked. Follow me he said as he ran to the lab / factory thing. We ran together. Even though he was out front, I was younger and took the leader after about twenty meters. While were running I could here one of the men ins suits yell, �Don�t let him reach the lab. He will destroy it.� We reached the lab / factory building and he pointed to a garage. �Get the car running and wait for me. I have to do something that I should have done a long time ago.�
He tossed me a pair of keys as I ran toward the car. I opened the door and got in. I looked over to see what he was doing. He was starting a fire. I�m a little foggy as to what he used to start the fire but he definitely made one. I started the car and yelled �C�mon, we gotta get out of here.� It took him no time to run over and get in the passenger seat.
I floored the accelerator, busted through some old wooden doors and was on the road in not time. They men in suits fired on the car as it left but hit only air. The men piled up in their hummers and were on our ass in no time. The car I was driving was some on Japanese piece of shit. Sperm�s Dad was yelling at me to get on highway. I did. I don�t know the laws in Canada but I�m pretty sure that driving 140 kmh is illegal.
The hummers, being much faster vehicles, caught up in a little over a minute. The passengers leaned out the sides and began to shoot at the car with their M4�s. They must have be been good shots because they kept hitting car even though I was weaving in and out of traffic like a madman.
I believe their had planned this for a long time because one of them pulled out a stinger missile. I could see them pull it out with what was left of my rear view mirror. Of all the cars on the road I locked onto mine. He fired. I could see it coming and it was coming fast. I only had time to jerk the steering wheel in one direction and that just happened to be to the side of the road.
The missile missed the car by mere millimeters. Still attempting to hit the car, the missile swung under the side of bridge we were going over. And let me tell you this was one hell of a huge bridge. It was about half as big as the one that crosses the Mississippi River. The missile hit a pillar the holds bridge in place. Luckily the missile was going very fast so the pillar it hit was very far in front of us.
The bridge collapsed into the river along with whoever was trying to cross it. Everybody stopped except for us. Even the men in suits slowed down and got out. They began to run toward us. I only accelerated. Sperm�s Dad yelled �WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING.� I yelled back �IF WE STAY ON THIS BRIDGE THEY WILL GUN US DOWN FOR SURE.� I yelled, �Role the windows down and keep one hand on your seatbelt.� I did it and when Sperm�s Dad saw that I was right and I wasn�t stopping he did the same.
I don�t know if you know what it is like to drive off a bridge but let me try to explain: I was going about 140 kmh. The bridge is at least 100 feet off the ground, 150 is a more realistic answer. All those pieces of the bridge don�t just disappear like the pixels in a video game, they hand down. Sharp pieces of metal ten times the size of my car were everywhere. Huge chunks of bridge stuck of front the bottom of the river. And the lower half of the destroyed pillar was still there just begging for me to land on it.
As the last moment I swerved to right, which was upstream of the river. I was hoping the wreckage would have been washed just a little downstream and that we would land in regular old water, and maybe float down and grab onto some of the wreckage. I remember seeing the car tip forward because the engine weighed the front end down, I remember falling so fast that I felt like I was going to puke.
It was like going down the fist hill on roller coaster, except I wasn�t coming back up. Rolling the widows down was useless. All the glass shattered as soon as we hit the water. I was hit in the face by glass, water, and I got all the air knocked out of my lungs. I doubt Sperm�s Dad faired much better. I climbed out with what little strength I had left, as did he. I just barely made it to the surface for air. I almost passed out again.
I grabbed onto the back end of the destroyed pillar and held on for dear life. Sperm�s Dad drifted passed me, afloat, face up, and unconscious. I grabbed his hand and continued to hold on. Some people up there grabbed me and pulled us up. I lay on the ground facing the sky, out of breath, out of time. I knew I was about to be sniped by the men in suits, who were still on the bridge. I chose to go to sleep, to end the pain.
I was ready for hell this time. When I woke up in the fiery pits of the underworld I didn�t want to run away anymore. This time I was there for a fight. When the Ferrell Baer Demon saw me, it tried to sit oneme but I jumped of the way. It did grab me by one claw. It was sorely disappointed when I instantly punched it the face. I kicked, punched, bit, clawed, and head butted that thing for what seemed like forever. The last blow came with a quick right had; I broke the damned things snout. It let out a fierce roar that could have awoken the dead (and probably did). As it was falling over I began to black out.
I awoke, home in my bed, and all seemed fine. I did however poke myself for several hours to make sure that I was no longer dreaming and I am satisfied that I am not. I just hope Spermy is alright.
By: Driftor
I wanted to post this story after talking to Spermy but he was on vacation in Mexico so I posted it anyway. There are several wierd happenings related to this story, most of them invovling parts of the story coming true. Some of them involve wierd events in Spermys life right after I posted this. The list is as follows:
1. When Spemry got back home everyone was having de ja vue around him..
2. While he was reading the story an old friend of his, Kyle, began talking to him on MSN. The odd thing is that Kyle looked exactly like the "friend with boots" I described and had not spoken to Spermy in many years.
3. I found out he has a younger sibling, but older than the one I described.
4. On the first day of school after his vacation a woman freind of his (a romantic hopeful) said that she had a dream about him too. I guesse he has never asked her what is was about becuase he doesn't want to hear it being about anything other than "hot sex" (quoted from Spermy himself). He hopes it was the girl I think got lucky with in the story.
5. When Spermy began developing pictures from his Mexican vacation almost all of them had little white orbs and arcs in them. According to him they are the same kind of orbs and arcs you see on the Sci-Fi channel when they show some stupid ghost documentary. In order to prove that it wasn't the sun or a dirty lens, he clean the lens and took a picture of his room (with the blacklight on) and the orbs were still there. I think this is stupid and it is just a dirty lens but he is convinced its real. But becuase I run the website I'm not posting up that picture because it doesn't look supernatural to me.
6. According to him I hit on serveral other things too but won't talk about it. It took me two days to convince him that I was not as stalker.
******************EDIT: APPROX. 4 weeks after the original story was posted************************
I know this is going to sound wierd but if you've read this far I guesse that you are expecting that. Please read the entire following paragraph and do not pass judgements until after you have read the entire thing. You will understand how it ties in with this story at he very end:
I was chatting with Fatal on MSN not two days after he bought a brand new computer. I say a hot chick in his avatar and asked him who it was. He gave the answer that I was expecting; it was his girlfriend. I was rather bored so I opened up Altavista Search Engine, went to image search, and typed in "girlfriend". It pulled up lots of porn. Porn is one hell of a cure for boredom. I clicked on the very first image (I do not feel the need to describe the image other than the fact that both people involved were both looking right into the camera and smiling). As I expected it brought up a much larger picture of the one in the search engine, but there was a snag. All the text on the page was about me. The whole page was about a guy named "Drifter" (not the 'e' not like my ultra cool 'Driftor'). There were about 15 lines describing the picture. Two or three lines had the word "Drifter" in them. But one line almost made me shit my ass. That line read "Please be sure to tell Drifter what you think about his tales." The page that this damn story is one is headed 'Tales of Interest'. WTF? I showed it to Fatal and he only laughed. I remember reading an e-mail adress at the bottom. I can't remember it too well but it was something to the effect of "Drifter@Midnight_Dreams" or "Drifter_at_midnight@????" or what I really think it was "Driftors_Midnight_Dreams@?????". This is even more mindboggling becuase all of my better stories on this page are based on my dreams. It bugge d me out and I got off the computer. When I got back on, Jahablo was on. I told him about it. He asked to see the link. So I went right back to Altavista and typed in "girlfriend". It pulled up every other image in the exact same order except the one I was looking for. It was gone. I looked in my history, system registry, cookies, and everything but I had cleared thema after viewing the page. I tried every search engine I knew of with no luck. Jahablo had no luck finding it either. It was gone. I tried just before typing this; it was still gone. What is the likelyhood that when I type in an image search the subject of a conversation I'm having; and it pulls up text about me that relates to this story; and then it disappears just as soon as I close it? Just a side note, the Geocities program I use to update this site was really acting wierd as I was updating this. It was being really stubborn.
more to come as the situation developes...