Random Dream I Had
I am in a strange meadow, filled with tulips of all colors and shapes. The grass is very bright, and overwhelming. A small breeze caresses my face, and makes my hair do a timid dance. I look to my right, and I see a very large, grey building, that looks extremely dull, dark and depressing. I walk over towards it, and hear muted squeals, like twisted metal, ripping into shreds. I hesitate, and ponder this. I continue walking over the tiny hill, towards a general staircase, that looks very old, but sturdy, and secure, like an old car that never breaks down. I walk up the creaky stairwell, and enter an old, smoggy hallway. I walk down the hallway; there is only darkness, and faint footsteps in the distance. My heart is pounding and telling me to move on slowly. I continue down the corridor, and my lungs are filled with humid, smoggy air. I enter the room and see there are large blocks of coal on the ground, about three feet wide and seven feet long, and darkness in the whole room. There was a worker in this building, who ignored me, almost instantaneously. I wandered after the worker, as he was walking into another room. The room had shelves that were multiple stories high. There were the blocks of coal, but these ones were bright red, and beaming on each shelf. I stuck my head out, over the railing, and looked down almost 30 floors. There was a lot more coal than I had imagined.
I wandered back into the main room, only to find odd looking characters that were glowing, softly. There was a man, and a woman, in-between the columns of coal. The man held out his hand, reaching for me. He said “I am a spirit, trapped here in misery, with my wife Glenda.” Then he said,
“Please miss, help usss-“ The man hissed as he faded away into the dark, humid air. His wife disappeared with him. What could this mean? I was baffled. The man had asked for help, and said he was a spirit, does that mean....GHOST? Oh my! I have just seen a ghost!! I was shocked, and confused. I ran out of the haunted room, tripping over my shoe laces, and then my shoes disappeared, as well as the rest of my clothes. I have just fallen down a trap door. That was the only logical explanation for what I was experiencing right now. It was even darker than before, pitch black might I add, I had no clothes whatsoever, and I was in a gritty cold slimy substance, which I have just realized is mud.
Then, water. I didn’t realize what was happening, and couldn’t understand why it was. This must be some sort of holding tank, because my screams echoed off the walls of the small enclosed room. I was being hosed off. But who? All I knew was that this wasn’t right, or okay in any way. I wanted my clothes severely, and wanted to be back home.
“Okay miss, your good to go,” Said the voice of an old, scruffy sounding man. I would have assumed this was the worker, if I was thinking at all.
“What are you doing to me? Where are my clothes?” I cried a blood curdling scream.
“Woah miss, calm down! I’m only washing the Jarue off of you,”
“The WHAT????” I screamed. This old man was crazy and in need of some medication.
“The Jarue, you’ll get used to it eventually. It’s really not a big deal, okay? Now lets get you dressed and on your way before it gets back on your soul.”
What the hell was this old bag rambling on about? I wanted to go home.
“Let me go!” I screamed and ripped my arm away from this superior.
He let go and scuffled away slowly. I was alone, in the dark. I was cold, wet, and naked. I felt extremely violated and didn’t know what to do with myself. The scruffy old man trampled back into the room, and before I could say anything, threw something at me. It was a towel. “Dry yourself off and be on your way” He ordered.
“I’m nude you old freak!!!!” I argued.
“You’re clothes will be on your body when you get outside, just go.”
I didn’t believe this old freak but I went outside in my towel anyways.
Oh my gosh, my clothes appeared under my towel, to my surprise. My towel cascaded off of my clothed body as I ran back down the stairs and into the meadow. This has been a very strange day… what is Jarue????? I’ll have to find out somehow. If I don’t find out I’ll go insane sitting in a shady corner rocking back and forth in the fetal position, trying to figure this thing out.
I am in a strange meadow, filled with tulips of all colors and shapes. The grass is very bright, and overwhelming. A small breeze caresses my face, and makes my hair do a timid dance. I look to my right, and I see a very large, grey building, that looks extremely dull, dark and depressing. I walk over towards it, and hear muted squeals, like twisted metal, ripping into shreds. I hesitate, and ponder this. I continue walking over the tiny hill, towards a general staircase, that looks very old, but sturdy, and secure, like an old car that never breaks down. I walk up the creaky stairwell, and enter an old, smoggy hallway. I walk down the hallway; there is only darkness, and faint footsteps in the distance. My heart is pounding and telling me to move on slowly. I continue down the corridor, and my lungs are filled with humid, smoggy air. I enter the room and see there are large blocks of coal on the ground, about three feet wide and seven feet long, and darkness in the whole room. There was a worker in this building, who ignored me, almost instantaneously. I wandered after the worker, as he was walking into another room. The room had shelves that were multiple stories high. There were the blocks of coal, but these ones were bright red, and beaming on each shelf. I stuck my head out, over the railing, and looked down almost 30 floors. There was a lot more coal than I had imagined.
I wandered back into the main room, only to find odd looking characters that were glowing, softly. There was a man, and a woman, in-between the columns of coal. The man held out his hand, reaching for me. He said “I am a spirit, trapped here in misery, with my wife Glenda.” Then he said,
“Please miss, help usss-“ The man hissed as he faded away into the dark, humid air. His wife disappeared with him. What could this mean? I was baffled. The man had asked for help, and said he was a spirit, does that mean....GHOST? Oh my! I have just seen a ghost!! I was shocked, and confused. I ran out of the haunted room, tripping over my shoe laces, and then my shoes disappeared, as well as the rest of my clothes. I have just fallen down a trap door. That was the only logical explanation for what I was experiencing right now. It was even darker than before, pitch black might I add, I had no clothes whatsoever, and I was in a gritty cold slimy substance, which I have just realized is mud.
Then, water. I didn’t realize what was happening, and couldn’t understand why it was. This must be some sort of holding tank, because my screams echoed off the walls of the small enclosed room. I was being hosed off. But who? All I knew was that this wasn’t right, or okay in any way. I wanted my clothes severely, and wanted to be back home.
“Okay miss, your good to go,” Said the voice of an old, scruffy sounding man. I would have assumed this was the worker, if I was thinking at all.
“What are you doing to me? Where are my clothes?” I cried a blood curdling scream.
“Woah miss, calm down! I’m only washing the Jarue off of you,”
“The WHAT????” I screamed. This old man was crazy and in need of some medication.
“The Jarue, you’ll get used to it eventually. It’s really not a big deal, okay? Now lets get you dressed and on your way before it gets back on your soul.”
What the hell was this old bag rambling on about? I wanted to go home.
“Let me go!” I screamed and ripped my arm away from this superior.
He let go and scuffled away slowly. I was alone, in the dark. I was cold, wet, and naked. I felt extremely violated and didn’t know what to do with myself. The scruffy old man trampled back into the room, and before I could say anything, threw something at me. It was a towel. “Dry yourself off and be on your way” He ordered.
“I’m nude you old freak!!!!” I argued.
“You’re clothes will be on your body when you get outside, just go.”
I didn’t believe this old freak but I went outside in my towel anyways.
Oh my gosh, my clothes appeared under my towel, to my surprise. My towel cascaded off of my clothed body as I ran back down the stairs and into the meadow. This has been a very strange day… what is Jarue????? I’ll have to find out somehow. If I don’t find out I’ll go insane sitting in a shady corner rocking back and forth in the fetal position, trying to figure this thing out.
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