DREAMLAND I

Posted by anthonyloprimo on April 20, 2013, 2:59 a.m.

It's a rather dark night. You take one step at a time, wandering down the middle of a small winding road. You look around, not knowing quite how you got here or why you're here in the first place. You glance behind you - nothing. Nothing exists. It's a dense black fog that almost makes you think it's following you, and consuming you - but it's not. You could stand there for what seems like hours, and it'll never actually encroach on this little area.

Is it a game? Is it real? It almost seems like it. Perhaps you play too many games. Perhaps your mind dreams as if it were a video card rendering out a scene. Perhaps you're not on a city block, and instead in an enclosed room. You step forward into an intersection. On either side sit two walls and nothing more. Grey, cement, bare and boring. Lines divide the segments of the wall. The road seems wide, though if it was a road for cars, it's only wide for one… though you don't worry - cars are in the distance, sure, but they never seem to come your way. They turn off at another intersection in the very distance.

You reach the intersection in front of you first, however. A red stop sign is on the closest corner to you on the right. You look to the right. More dark fog - but it almost seems like an uneasiness for you. More so than the fog behind you. The wall on your right follows the turn, and is covered by graffiti. Across the street is more of that cement wall, with segments of chain link fence there as well. Graffiti is also littered there. Some interesting, but all of it nerve-wracking for you for some odd reason - even the more inspiring words "Fear nothing, prevail" seem oddly sinister to you right now, as if it were all a lie concocted to draw you into something bad.

You turn left. The fog seems to play mind games. The wall to your left also follows the branch, extending to the left - but instead becomes a chain link fence completely, letting you see a very dark, dimly lit field - no lights, and the grass fades into the very blackness of the fog and night sky - a subtle blue fade at that. The sky, as you'd glance up - is devoid of stars, moon and cloud. As you look further to the left, the fog conceals some of the opposing end of the street - the fence fades into nothingness, and while it's closer, and strangely consuming some of the landscape in front of you, you seem far less afraid of this direction. A faint light is visible in the distance - as if a radio tower with warning lights for low-flying planes. It flashes sometimes. You feel things are moving around there - as if creatures of the night ready to attack you - but unlike the unusually quiet and silent dark to the right - this is in no way scary to you for some strange reason. You can't figure it out, but this seems like an empty taunt, while the other side houses a silent, deadly secret.

However, you then look forwards once again. The fields closed in be the fences and fog seem empty. Dead. Tall grass, short grass, dirt. Empty, undeveloped lots. A nicely primed canvas for those who feel up to the challenge… but it doesn't seem right. So you continue onwards. You hear cars zooming around - as if they're right next to you. Going through you. You hear people talking. It seems you've entered a bustling section of the city - but you're still truly alone. No one is around you. But why? And why does it seem all the people and cars in the distance avoid this section of road? The question is pushed to the back of your mind as you continue walking forward, looking to rejoin civilization.

Step

Step

Step.

You get closer, but something's off…..?

Step

Step

Step

Even closer. You're across the street and suddenly it seems that intersection is… still as far away as before? Is the fog separating you from life?

Step

Step

Step

You step into the fog, bold and daring, ready to make a run for it.

SPRINT.

You push farther, as fast as you can go as you approach the warm, welcoming street lights of the city, and……..

….Well, you never could yet figure out what's in that city… or where it is.

This is one of a few dreams I've had on and off. I've yet to revisit this place in a while, but whenever I DO so, I've very rarely been able to snap out of the rhythm described above and attempt to further investigate my dream (I've done all of twice).

It's rare I dream nowadays, sadly.

Comments

MahFreenAmeh 8 years, 3 months ago

ur not josh

JuurianChi 8 years, 3 months ago

I have a recurring dream where a beautiful woman chokes me to death in her underwear.

Every Time I have that dream her face is different.

Never once have I fought back.

anthonyloprimo 8 years, 3 months ago

Nope. Not josh. Not sure why you'd post that but ok, cool. lol

Goombert 8 years, 3 months ago

@Sirmxe thats what I thought at first XD

sirxemic 8 years, 3 months ago

Also I have to admit the first thing I thought of when I saw the title was Josh@Dreamland.

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@Sirmxe thats what I thought at first XD
Stop using that to refer to MFA. I keep misreading it :(

Goombert 8 years, 3 months ago

lol sorry my bad :P

anthonyloprimo 8 years, 3 months ago

Ah, that's why people were talking about Josh. Can't say it was intentional, haha.