Robbery?

In my room I clung to my sheets, I heard something. I quickly rationalized, probably my roommate. I hesitated before I decided to look for the culprit. My bare feet touched the cool wood floors, the dust stuck to my heals. I cracked the door, and peered out. Daniel stared back at me.
"What are you doing?" his usual condescending voice boomed. I nervously giggled and explained, "Getting water. Was that you? That noise I heard?" There was another crash in Paul's room.
We both stopped, and faced the back of the apartment. "You mean that noise?" Daniel quietly replied. I inched toward Paul's room. "Paul," I called as I cracked open the door. "Paul?" I moved into the dark space, Daniel lurking behind me. We climbed the stairs only to see two big thugs.
They wore only black. Their skin was a dark golden color, their features were dark- eyes, hair, face, they were strong. They probably would've been considered attractive if they weren't stealing my roommate's things.
"What are you doing?" I sputtered out. They turned to me, I realized I shouldn't have said anything. I should have stayed in my bed. I should have been sleeping. I ran. I ran to my bed but barely made it to the steps. The dark skinned man clutched my arm. He tugged me backwards. When his grip loosened I took off again.
I looked over my shoulder, Daniel wasn't in sight. In the apartment was just me and the hoodlums. My feet carried me to my room where another pair of dark, muscular, men were gathering my things.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Watching them pack up my life, holding my valuables in their arms. My eyes darted to my window- which looked directly into my neighbor's. There, on my neighbor's bed, were five people. People I've seen before. The guy I've seen get coffee. The man I say 'good-morning' to on Wednesdays. The girl my neighbor is sleeping with, and my two neighbors. I made eye contact with the girl, 'help me' I mouthed. She shook her head violently, 'no.'
I was stunned "What!?" I howl. This is when the dark man noticed me. He came up to me at full force, ready to tackle me, I put my hand up. "Hold on, what?" I forgot about the burly man in my room, and I stomp toward the window, "WHAT? Call the cops, I'm being robbed? Can't you see I'm being robbed?" The girl scribbles on a pad of paper, in bright colors I read the word, 'sorry' and she shrugged.
I am enraged. "Can you believe that?" I turned to the robber. He shoved me aside and grabbed my television. The two men left. I stood in my naked room. Just my posters and doodles hang on the wall. My desk drawers are strewn around the room. I glanced out the window, at the same moment I caught the shade closing.
I felt a warmth through my shirt, a hand on my shoulder. I turned to face the person. It was one of the dark men, in his other hand he held out my camera. Snapped a shot, I was blinded by the light. He handed it to me, "Don't forget to lock your window the next time." He said.
He hugged me, then walked away.

I woke up.

MOVE

He was standing across the empty warehouse. Nothing was lit, we were surrounded by dark concrete walls. The only source of light came from the night sky peering through the windows across from me. There was an eerie feeling. I was out of breath. We had been running away from someone.
Matt appeared next to me. His thin fingers gripped my shoulder, "MOVE" he spat. I was disgusted and wiped my ear of his spit- before I realized what he had said. I moved to the side- behind a concrete wall. My hands cover my face everything is still. In the distance was movement, nothing rushed, but the movement was not from my brother. I looked to meet Matt's gaze. It was unsettling. I moved toward him in the open area. He moved from his wall, he put his hand out, like a crossing gaurd saying 'stop.'

"NO!"

I heard an ear piercing noise. Bang. Gun shot. By this time Matt was in front of me now facing me. He looked angry. I had disappointed him. I was bewildered.
"What?" I asked, "What?!" I grabbed his shoulders to shake him to reality. He fell to his knees, then to the ground completely. The ground was sticky of blood.
I heard it again. Bang.

I saw the bright white of my sheets, it was morning.

Dino Mom

STOMP, CRUNCH, STOMP.

It has finally happened: my mother turned into T-Rex.

What kind of monster could eat that cute face?

From the bottom of the stairs I see her. Her giant green head, yellow sharp teeth, and those terrifying tiny arms. Her eyes were the same, this might have been the most horrifying part- beside the tiny arms.
Suddenly, she tore into the banister. The banister of a house I hadn't lived in for years. Yet, it is so familiar. The house rattled as she made the way down the stairs.
Ugh...those arms. I run. I sprint for a kitchen that isn't mine. Rugby trails behind me, barking at my ankles. I yell at him to be quiet. I said "BE QUIET!" And he wouldn't stop. I crouched between the island and the sink, my mother's tail is large and scaly. It slides past the doorway as I peek over the counter-top.
Snap! She twisted her large torso and her tiny-tiny arm rips the door frame. I scramble to get inside the cabinet. Last minute, I grab Rugby. It is dark and cramped. Rugby growls, it startles me. I shush him. He growls again, topping it off with a bark. I scold him, he barks back. I open the cabinet door, grab his bottom, the way I used to hold him as a puppy, and shove him out. Before the door closes, I see it; Rugby's body in my mother's mouth. His back legs still twitching- his tail wagging- as if he were excited to see her. Her arms up in the air as if she is excited to be eating him.
Then she spots me. Her tiny arms tear through the counter-top through the wooden door.

I wake up.

Reason

I have a reason for everything I do. I eat breakfast; my metabolism doesn't slow down. I ride my bike; I don't have to pay for train fair. I work; I have money. I sleep; I don't get tired. I call my mom; she doesn't disown me. I draw; I don't get squirrely. I shower; I don't smell. Okay, okay, you get the picture.
My reason for this? This as in Blog... journal-ing, writing into an empty space; document my dreams. To see what happens. It used to be that my dreams would just weave in and out of one another, eventually fading from my memory as if they never existed. Delightful rests. That was how my life was before. Now, I have come into the great pleasure of having these terrible nightmares.





Last night I dreamed:

I am sitting by the pool side, the neighborhood pool, it is a hot day. The pool is busy. The sky is clear, a blue sky. I glance over at my friend, and I smile. She was sleeping with her sunglasses on. When my glare returns to the water a cloud has formed over head. But it wasn't in the sky it was a lying low, almost like fog. Suddenly there is a heat wave- where the sky appears to be made of water with ripples in the air, then there is a loud rumble. Thunder. Louder. And louder. It is creeping closer. Through the fog, I see this formation soaring toward my body. I scream, but nothing comes out, I can only hear the rumble speeding object. My scream is too late. The jet engine slams into the concrete across from me- at first I feel relieved. It is over. I am alone. My friend is no longer next to me. The people are gone. Then the jet engine bounces up and flies toward me. I did nothing.

I woke up. My heart racing. Possibly, to you, this doesn't seem like a big deal. But I enjoy dreaming. Usually they are like small, vivid movies. Normally there is some sort of reason for my dreams. Everything is linked. But my latest dream is related to nothing. It has not relation to anything I did that day- which worries me.

Will this be deja vu?
Will this happen to me in real life?

We will see.