Remember that this is the Rough Dream or rough draft. I wrote this as soon as I woke up and I will later post something like it that seems more realistic and not as choppy... Tell your friends about my blog please!
This lady had the most beautiful eyes and a different hairstyle everyday. "Take another look at this 'crystal clear water'" I stepped to the edge of the beach and looked down. I haven't been so close to the water yet and it seemed like it was darker than it should be. All of a sudden someone shoved me from behind. I react quickly though, turning my flailing body into somewhat of a dive. I hit the water and realize... it isn't water. It's blue goop I tread in the gooey sea and look at the strange woman. The goop wasn't very thick so it had a water like feel if you didn't think about it.I dive down looking to see if there are any of the stones down there but I couldn't see anything. "You see -insert name here- I never really found those stones. But I knew that I would so I built this hotel anyway." She pauses, leans toward me, and whispers, "And I'm not going to let you find them before me." I hear angry hissing and twist around in the goop to see if I can find any snakes coming toward me. Nothing. The peach is pretty open. There are some people here but not like it would be on a weekend. I seemed to be the only one hearing the sound of the snakes. "You know... this isn't my real hair. Do you want to see what it really looks like?" The woman says softly "Run!" I scream and start sprinting. Suddenly a bomb goes off and I hear screams. Her partner throws a green circle to the ground with no emotion and it blasts sand everywhere. I'm still running as fast as I can to no direction in particular except away from the bombs.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Still First Dream
The final draft of the dream is going to be called the final dream. (By the way the dreams after these next couple aren't going to be as frequent because these are dreams I have already done.) *Reminder* Tell your friends about my blog. Thanks!
I knew it was my job to help everyone; their size, gender, and importance didn’t matter. So I picked my way through the people who slid around on the deck, after having dropped to the ground trying to escape the merciless rain. Once I reached him I threw myself over his crumpled body, letting the rain that felt like needles tear at the flesh on my back. I whispered the first song I could think of into his ear. It happened to be a song my mother used to sing to me before I went to bed. The mystic notes flew through the air, twisting, turning, and touching everyone with their melodic tune. I felt the man’s breathe, his chest rising and dropping slowly, but in a matter of minutes it stopped entirely. I slowly got off his lifeless body and gingerly rolled him onto his back. With what feels like two useless legs, I stood, held the body up so that it was turned toward me, and looked at his face. He had hair that was graying with hints of black, thin lips that were slightly ajar, wrinkles that covered every inch of his face, and blue eyes that matched the color of the raging seas below us. I walked to the railing of the boat with a numb brain; the sea’s crashing and turning had no effect on me. Everyone lying on the ground looked up and seemed to realize what was going on. They tried their best to slide out of the way to form a straight path; all of their eyes were on me. I reached the railing and looked once more into the lifeless man’s eyes that still seemed to be growling like the ocean. Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I lowered my head, sang the last verse of the song, and threw him overboard. It looked like he was falling in slow motion; his eyes looked directly into mine and seemed to have a slight smile on his face. As if he knew what was happening and was ok with it, like he knew that it was his time to go, and he’s going to a better place where he would be at peace. His body hit the water and I turned away abruptly while it hungrily devoured the man, the salty spray of its jaws wash over me. The people still stared as I walked past with a straight back and high head to the middle of the boat and sat. I looked into every passenger’s eyes searching for the ocean blue color the man had. I skimmed over many faces. Everyone had a story to tell. All of their faces, young and old, were solemn, mourning this man they never knew. There were many shades of colors in their eyes; green, brown, blue, even gold, but only one of them had the ocean blue that raged just like the old man’s. He looked to be about twelve, like me, with the same hair that was black as night sky. Everyone formed a wide circle around my soaked body. Adults held children the buried their heads in their parents chests. The boy with the eyes as deep as the ocean sat directly in front of me and took a deep breath. I stared straight into his eyes and sang the entire song loud enough for everyone else to hear the melody of it, but softly enough so that the boy and I were the only ones who can hear the words.
I knew it was my job to help everyone; their size, gender, and importance didn’t matter. So I picked my way through the people who slid around on the deck, after having dropped to the ground trying to escape the merciless rain. Once I reached him I threw myself over his crumpled body, letting the rain that felt like needles tear at the flesh on my back. I whispered the first song I could think of into his ear. It happened to be a song my mother used to sing to me before I went to bed. The mystic notes flew through the air, twisting, turning, and touching everyone with their melodic tune. I felt the man’s breathe, his chest rising and dropping slowly, but in a matter of minutes it stopped entirely. I slowly got off his lifeless body and gingerly rolled him onto his back. With what feels like two useless legs, I stood, held the body up so that it was turned toward me, and looked at his face. He had hair that was graying with hints of black, thin lips that were slightly ajar, wrinkles that covered every inch of his face, and blue eyes that matched the color of the raging seas below us. I walked to the railing of the boat with a numb brain; the sea’s crashing and turning had no effect on me. Everyone lying on the ground looked up and seemed to realize what was going on. They tried their best to slide out of the way to form a straight path; all of their eyes were on me. I reached the railing and looked once more into the lifeless man’s eyes that still seemed to be growling like the ocean. Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I lowered my head, sang the last verse of the song, and threw him overboard. It looked like he was falling in slow motion; his eyes looked directly into mine and seemed to have a slight smile on his face. As if he knew what was happening and was ok with it, like he knew that it was his time to go, and he’s going to a better place where he would be at peace. His body hit the water and I turned away abruptly while it hungrily devoured the man, the salty spray of its jaws wash over me. The people still stared as I walked past with a straight back and high head to the middle of the boat and sat. I looked into every passenger’s eyes searching for the ocean blue color the man had. I skimmed over many faces. Everyone had a story to tell. All of their faces, young and old, were solemn, mourning this man they never knew. There were many shades of colors in their eyes; green, brown, blue, even gold, but only one of them had the ocean blue that raged just like the old man’s. He looked to be about twelve, like me, with the same hair that was black as night sky. Everyone formed a wide circle around my soaked body. Adults held children the buried their heads in their parents chests. The boy with the eyes as deep as the ocean sat directly in front of me and took a deep breath. I stared straight into his eyes and sang the entire song loud enough for everyone else to hear the melody of it, but softly enough so that the boy and I were the only ones who can hear the words.
My first dream
These first drafts of dreams will be called rough dreams, sort of like rough drafts. These are the dream entries from when I first wake up. Oh and don't forget that some of my dreams are pretty morbid... and tell your friends about this blog!
Looking from an outside perspective
Setting is on a boat it's raining and am surrounded my tikis... not the fat kind but tikis made out of what look like planks of wood.
I see a tiki running toward another that was huddled on the ground that looked like his or hers strings were cut if they had been a puppet instead of tikis.
Looking from first person perspective
I hold the dead tiki in front of me and my face turned to a grimace of disgust. I let go of the tiki and it flies away from me and into the water.
THE END
Looking from an outside perspective
Setting is on a boat it's raining and am surrounded my tikis... not the fat kind but tikis made out of what look like planks of wood.
I see a tiki running toward another that was huddled on the ground that looked like his or hers strings were cut if they had been a puppet instead of tikis.
Looking from first person perspective
I hold the dead tiki in front of me and my face turned to a grimace of disgust. I let go of the tiki and it flies away from me and into the water.
THE END
Yay for you!
Yay for you you found my blog! Ok so basically what I'm doing on this blog is documenting dreams and then making them better and it goes like this... 1.)Dream a dream worth sharing 2.)In the midst of waking up try to scribble down the dream. 3.)Post that scribble here 4.)Make it sound less morbid and blunt 5.)Post that new one here next! So that's what you will be seeing here on this particular blog. If you find this isn't the blog you are looking for sorry and feel free to exit out of here at any time. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes especially in the first dream post because I will just be copying off of the thing I wrote down. If you like to read original stuff like this you can check out my other blog lindseyswriting.blogspot.com You might even see some of my dreams making their way over to that blog. Make sure to read the beginning first not just the most recent... I don't know why I'm still typing or why you are still reading but blah blah blah welcome to my blog etc. and feel free to come back and/or tell friends! By the way I might post some artwork that sort of connect with the dreams on here also.
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