Well, this story is rather odd view of my psyche so hang on. I had a really bad dream. It was one of those dreams that seem just a little too real. It was more like falling awake than falling asleep. This account is as approximate as my memory of the incident. The squeamish or easily disturbed should not read this. Please keep in mind that was seemed very real, way too real; on later review I wondered, if I had died here, would I have die in real life? On the night of April 23, 2004 I had the following dream:
I woke up just like any other day. I ate, bathed, dressed, ect. Then I walked outside my house to get to my car. All of a sudden, I was lifted off my feet and swept into the air. I was floating (sort of). I wanted to go back down and did. I was thinking this is the best day of my life because I just discovered I could fly. So, like any person would, I test out my new ability and fly around. I was clowning around seeing just what I could and couldn�t do. I decided to forget school today and fly the hell out of town for a while.
I tried to fly out of town but once I hit a certain point I just stopped. It was like and invisible wall. Then there was a pull. Just a slight tug at first but then I realized I was being drug via air to my school. I didn�t want to go and tried to resist but pulling force just wouldn�t have it. Of course after realizing that I had no control over my new flying ability I pitched at fit in the air as I was being drug to school.
On the peaceful, perfect, and serene day something horrible happened. There was a slight tremble at first. I thought it was a minor earthquake. I was in the air, looking down on my small town and over to the right I could see the ground begin to break. The ground broke and let forth and unspeakable evil. There was an enormous worm burst free from the ground. Not just any worm but a worm made of flesh. It was composed of bare muscles, organs, torn skin, and other odd body parts. It must have been at least 50 yards around and at least several miles long. It broke the surface of the ground just a dolphin would the surface of the water. It arced and stretched itself out over a mile. It plowed back into the ground about 200 yards to the left of my school.
I was heading straight for it. Instead of being upset, I was scared shitless now. Using all my might I tried not to be pulled toward it but the mysterious force that was guiding me would have nothing of it. Right as I was about to hid the mass of flesh head on, the force pulled me down and made me fly under the arc so that I did not touch it. I continued to head toward my school. Of course by now I was panicking and just wanting to get the hell out of there but unfortunately it didn�t happen that way.
I was set down on the right side of my school. I could hear the flesh worm making all kinds of ungodly noises over to the left. I walked into the school with no real idea of why I was here or where I was going. I really don�t remember how, but I ended up in one of my teacher�s room. The conversation that I had with her I can only remember vaguely. It had something to do with me being chosen to destroy some kind of evil being. I remember saying something to the effect of �Hell no. You can kill your own demons.� Considering the kinds of hell that were breaking loose there really was no other choice but to accept the job.
I remember her saying a blessing for me. Then she gave me a long Japanese sword (I don�t think it was a katana because it was a whole lot longer than most any katana that I have seen). I remember the sword having some kind of power to go along with it like strength or toughness. It was something a little bit more than human to aid me but like I said my memory fades as I write this. I took the sword, sheathed it, and strapped it across my shoulder so that it was firmly attached to my back. I must have realized that killing things with a sword is a little outdated so I asked her if she had anything else for me. She replied, �Yes, take this.� She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a Desert Eagle .50 (I know this is weird but it happened. This probably came from playing was too much Counter Strike). I took the gun, looked it over, loaded it and took the extra clip. A leg holster came with it. She said I was ready to go and fulfill my purpose. I reluctantly did so.
According to her, my purpose to kill a very old (at least 120) priestess of the dark arts. She could have been a demon, but I think she was more of witch or a voodoo priestess perhaps. Anyway, she was a malevolent being that had to be destroyed. I was told I had to kill her three times to put her away for good. Yay, my job just got harder.
I left my teachers room and walked out to the left of the school where there horrid flesh worm had bored itself into the ground. As I walked in that direction I got more and more scared as I went. I had no idea what she would be capable of nor did I want to have to fin out but there weren�t a lot of other choices. Destiny drove me. I reached to open the door but just as I did they flew open, knocking me backward several feet, and she stepped in.
I had landed on my feet. I looked as she walked in. She was an old wretched looking negro woman. He was hunched over, and walked with a cane. He face was wrinkled. Wrinkled with a permanent frown. Her hair was gray with white splotches on either side just above the ear. She wore and old dress with an apron. She was grandmotherly in a way. She didn�t really walk in; it was more like gliding in.
I stood tall. She looked at me with her penetrating red eyes and could very easily sense my fear.
�Are you the one who is sent to destroy me?� She asked.
�I am.� I replied.
�I have always believed in fate but now it is time for me to undo it.� She yelled. With this she send forth a sort of push. Like she was pushing me away with her mind. I started to slide back but just as I moved myself when I flew, I pushed back. It was like a battle of the mind. We both kept pushing more and more. The tide of battle never really swung one way or another. All the objects that were in-between us were slowly being bent and crushed. Soon the wall of the building began to bend a crack as well.
I remember doing something drastic. I used all of my power to spearhead myself into her. As I did so I drew the sword. This was all a very quick motion. She tried to move out of the way but it was useless. I stabbed her in the chest with my sword. All the pushing stopped. I was face to face with her and she was still alive. She looked up at me and started to moan. I could feel that she was trying to do something bad so I used my left hand to unholster the Deagle. I drew and shot her in the chest. My arm flung back because that gun is damn powerful. She jounced back off of my sword. Moaned a little then fell flat on the ground dead. The flesh worm reemerged and swallowed her then went back into the ground. I was luck to have been far enough away to not be engulfed as well.
A long time passed and I did not see here again. I carried the weapons with me almost everywhere I went though. Then as I was leaving my house, she showed up again. As soon as I walked outside she was there, waiting for me. I was shocked of course. She sent a blast of something or another at me sent me flying. She kept blasting me with a push toward this heavy object or another and I was getting banged up really bad. Amidst this I drew my Deagle and started shooting at her. She just kept bouncing me around but inflicted a lot more punishment on my hands. I emptied 7 rounds and only hit her once in the thigh.
I reached for my backup clip but it was torn off some sharp object as I was being brutalized against walls, trees, cars, ect. I lost the clip but held onto the gun. She noticed I was reaching for the clip, so she used her power to make all the bullets come out of it and tossed them all in random directions. Amidst the chaos, I saw one bullet land not to far from me on the concrete. I used what little strength I had left to toss myself toward the bullet.
As I reached for it she pushed. I reached and she pushed. I grabbed the bullet. She seemed to be tired of throwing me around and was looking for something sharp to stick me with. I loaded to the bullet into the chamber and took aim. If you had one shot to determine if you lived or died could you make it? What if you missed? These questions and more ran through my mind. I shot.
I shot with only one arm aiming. Ouch. My left arm was flung backward due to the power of the gun. The bullet hit her in the head. I mean right on the left side of her head and blew it clean off. Most of her face was still there but the left side of her brain (and some of right) was splattered all over my lawn. I dropped to the ground and was relieved of being a human pinball. With much relief I pulled myself up and looked at her to make sure she was dead. I was walking over to the body to defile and kill her for the third time when things got shitty.
I drew my sword. As I was about to start my chopping, the Devil just appeared in front of me. Out of sheer fear and instinct I swiped at him with my blade. I cut him from his head, diagonally down to his left side. Again a force knocked my back several yards. The Devil�s body reassembled itself very quickly.
�You�ll have to get through me to kill her.� He said.
�I just did. Now move, I don�t want to have to kill you again.� I remarked
�You got lucky, I wasn�t actually expecting you do anything that time. Anyway it is I who will kill you if you try to harm my servant again.� Said the Devil.
This is where I did something really stupid.
�Please, I would own you anywhere, anytime.� I mockingly said.
�Is that a fact? Because I bet you wouldn�t.� The Devil snarled.
�I bet I would,� says I.
See, I told you I did something stupid. How could I have ever been this dumb?
Yes, that was very dumb. Well, anyway I was instantly transported into a game of Counter Strike. The Devil was a terrorist but still looked a like the stereotypical red devil we all se in drawings and stuff. I was a little white bunny rabbit with no guns. The Devil chased me all around that damn level (I think it was Prodigy). He shot at me so much but didn�t hit me. I think I found the time to invite some people because Neocron, Drakon, and a third guy joined the game and realized very quickly that it was not your average game of CS. Drakon gave me a gun and I became human again. I turned the corned and shot the Devil in the face and killed him. Then the three of us unloaded into his body until it was just a steaming lead filled pile of flesh.
I logged out and went home for some rest. All was well for a long time. Then some time later I was at my grandparent�s house eating lunch when I noticed something strange. A portion of a pink robe was lying in the middle of the hallway. As soon as I saw it, it was dragged into the other room. I told my grandparents its time to leave and jumped up from the table. I hauled them outside and got in the car. The cars engine had some damage done to it by something big and strong but I decided to try and start it anyway. Just my luck the car wouldn�t start. We got out of the car and ran to the other car. About halfway there I saw her, she emerged from the shadows of the trees and didn�t look very happen. The priestess was back and very pissed off. She was about to attack me (or them?) with something.
I drew my gun�
Then I woke up. This dream was just too real. So very real it was. I just wonder what would have happened if I had died in the dream? Would I have died here? Anyway this was just to real and to freaky for me. What do you think?
