Let me know what you think about this short story. It is about a dream I had a few nights ago, and let me tell you that it was downright life altering. Sadly, I had another dream adding to this one last night, which was even scarier. I guess I better do what the man said. Oops, you’ll have to read it to find out what he had to say. Anyhow, let me know what you think.
Thump (echo) thump…thump-ti-thump…thump
I’m running as hard as I can down an infinite
blackness. There is no light, only the
darkness that seems to go on forever, which envelops me. I’m running from, what I do not know. I only know deep within my psyche that I must run. My very being is at stake. I mustn’t stop running, for I will surely
cease to exist.
Suddenly, I hit what seems like a spongy barrier, which
stops me in my tracks. Down to my knees
I go, trembling in fright. I glance up
and a large man abruptly emerges out of the darkness, with a light surrounding
him. I begin to shake fiercely, for
somehow I know that this man or being, holds my existence within his hand.
He had fair skin, blue eyes and dark chestnut brown hair in
spiraling locks lying across his chest and back. His face was partially covered with a thick
beard. He was wearing leather armor
gilded in gold, with chain mail lurking underneath the Cuirass armor. As I
looked lower, I realized that he was wearing a kilt. It was as red as blood, stripped with dark
blues and greens. In his right hand, he
was holding what appeared to be a medieval claymore sword, with the tip
pointing downward.
He motioned with his left hand for me to stand, and I paused
in fright. He thrust me to a standing
position, without ever touching me, as though he had some kind of invisible
power over me. He looked at me for what
seemed like an eternity. He surveyed me
with his eyes, ever vigilant of every breath I took. I feel as though, he could see within my
soul.
He looked at me with intensity, and said, “Why haven’t you
lead your people, like I told you”, in some foreign tongue that I understood,
somehow.
I gave him a look of confusion, because I truly didn’t know
what he was talking about.
He moved closer, chain mail rattling under his armor, to within an inch of my face and said, “You
must lead your people Seán”, in a deep obstreperously voice.
“I…I…I
don’t know what you are talking about”, I uttered, while shivering in fear.
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He stepped backward and raised his sword outward to a
horizontal position, and an image appeared beneath the sword. Suddenly, a dream from my childhood came into
view. As a little boy, I’m frolicking
through a green valley, holding a little red-headed girls hand. Somehow in this vision, I perceive that we
are in another time, perhaps the medieval era. The little girl looked at the young me, and said, “Please, come and lead
us from tyranny”. Abruptly, bombs begin
to fall on the village in the valley before us. Time was running faster and faster, as we stood above the
valley. As we shifted through time, she
looked straight at the younger me, and pleaded, “Save us Seán”.
The image vanished before me, and I fell back to my knees,
for I remember the dream that I had so many times as a child. I simply thought that it was childish
nonsense, and forgot about it, as I grew up. The man lowered his sword to my right shoulder, moved it across my
right ear, almost shaving it off, and layed the claymore on my left shoulder.
He glared at me and said, “Now, I have told you, and I will
not tell you again, go and lead your people”.
With his left hand he grabed the infinite darkness, like a
black velvet drape, and flung it back. An intensely bright light entered my optics, and I’m almost blinded as he
pushed me away.
The floor beneath me vanished and I began to free fall, with
my clothes lapping in the wind. I
screamed for my life, but to no avail. I glanced down at the ground, which was getting closer and closer. The same village, from my childhood dream, materialized
before me. As I got closer to the green
valley below me, I started weeping, for I believed that I was going to die.
Gravity is pulled me faster and faster towards the
ground. I cried incessantly, but not
loud enough to cut through the volume of the wind whistling past me. The
closer I get to the ground, the quicker my heart rate climbs. Just as I
almost hit the ground, I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming.
At first, I believed this was just another one of my crazy
dreams, but I have somehow remembered every facet of it. To make it worse, I had an even spookier
dream last night, which I will tell you about tomorrow.
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Please excuse the crudeness of this story, but it’s hard to
me to put into words what I encountered in this dream. I’ll pretty it up tomorrow, if I have
time. Make it easier to read, in other
words.
I am part Scottish, so I don’t know if that has anything to
do with it or not. A friend of mine at
work, told me that the running, was me running away from my destiny, but you
can’t run away from that, it’s going to happen, whether you want it to or
not. Anyhow, let me know what you think…
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