Dream’ons

I awoke to find my skin complexion had changed

In what seemed like an abandoned schoolhouse

My clothes were that of somebody that had attended church the night before

Tattered enough to presume I had been in a fight

This school house had been turned into something other than its appearance. Old hospital beds filled the classrooms.

Dilapidated were all aesthetic aspects of my surroundings.

Windows through which rocks have been thrown.

Dingy white sheets on all of the surrounding beds starting to develop mold spores.

Indicating mid summer of some where that was extremely humid. The thought of Louisiana instantly fills my head with no basis.

I stand up in order to feel my legs.

Something simultaneously runs up to the window.

Catching me completely off guard and triggering the fight or flight response.

My legs have yet to formulate a response that agrees with my brain resulting in my loss of balance.

I suddenly fall to my knees catching myself on the bed frame.

The onlooker appears to be unaffected by my actions as he silently watch’s me from outside of the window.

I stare at the outline of his figure for thirty seconds.

Seemingly harmless I divert my attention back to standing up.

Grabbing the sheets along with the bed frame I notice the sheets on my bed are clean.

Quickly I double check the room confirming my earlier observation.

Now my legs seem to have feeling in them as I wiggle my toes left to right.

I begin heading out of the classroom into the hallway finding the ominously outlined figure by the double doors closest to the cafeteria. I look in his direction, then to the left, which reveals a problem for me. The set of doors on the left lead outside proposing this question. How did the figure get inside? Looking back at the figure the hair on my neck begins to stand up, so I start taking steps back into the classroom. Right as I set my foot into the classroom someone begins to tap on the outside of the window. Turning around as fast I can, only to find the figure outside the window as if he had never left. Immediately I look back towards the cafeteria now missing the dark figure. The tapping slowly increasing in strength, also starts to effect me. With each tap my motor skills begin to decrease. I stumbled into the lockers in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. Using the locker as a sort of crutch I look to the double doors to find three dark figures outside of them. At this point, with each tap I begin to slightly lose consciousness. I turn around, in a falling motion, to head back into the classroom. Except the figure that was tapping on the outside of the window is now at the doorway of the classroom. He taps on the doorframe one final time, paralyzing me. I regain consciousness as I’m being drug into the woods, but just as quickly losing it.

Finally, I awake in the middle of an old fashioned church surrounded by the figures.To my left, to my right, in front, and behind me.There is also one of the figures on stage as if he were preaching.

Displaying the body language of a lively preacher, without the noise. The preacher goes on with his sermon for another ten minutes, during which I remain paralyzed from the neck down. After the ten minutes he dramatically closes whatever book he was reading. The other four figures then stand in sync, all grab me, and begin carrying me towards the stage. They throw me in the tub behind the alter. I am still paralyzed from the neck down, so I begin frantically trying to get my head out of the water. There I sit struggling in the tub for three minutes and twenty five seconds. The entire time they didn’t move whatsoever, but for the last fifteen seconds of my life they began screeching this terrible noise. A noise, even after having woken up from the dream, I have a hard time shaking. It’s as if the noise originated from the back of my eyes, then clawed it’s way out of my head while simultaneously breaking the last of my spirit. Resulting in my full paralysis, leaving my motionless body to submerge into the shallow grave that was the tub.