four dreams

I was standing in a crowded place, probably somewhere near the ocean. I started to hear screams, and I could tell that everyone started looking in the same direction. I followed their gazes and saw it: a huge wave. At first we thought it was water, but then the smell hit us, it was gasoline. the pungent odor changed things immediately, instead of worrying about drowning or clunking your head when the water hit, now we were worried about the vegetation, it was all going to die. I found an old cold meat locker which was neither cold nor had meat in it, but it had no windows and a door that locked airtight. when the water hit, I couldn't feel anything of movement of the locker, but I could hear all that was going on on the outside. I noticed a small, opened can of nacho cheese sauce and thought "im going to need to save this so when I get out of here I have some food, since there won't be any when I get out". I knew I had to watch out 'cause if it was water, a little drop of water in the cheese sauce wouldn't hurt it, but if gas got in it it would ruin it. eventually, the noises stopped, but I didn't know if I was at the bottom of the gas ocean or floating at the top, but then I could hear people crying coming from the crack in the door.

the scene on top was much different then the old world. only the tops of mountains had a few trees and is where all the people now separated lived. everyone had formed into zealous fanatical groups. there was one group who felt strongly about this, and this group thought we should do it this way and so they wanted to do it like this, and one small group was in charge of the food. you were lucky to get a crust of bread in a day, they were unfair with the distribution. I killed someone, stabbed them, when they tried to get my food, I didn't want to hurt anybody, I just wanted to live.

There were five of us, in some kind of a ghost trick house. shadows flew by just outside your vision and you knew if the shadows got you they would kill you. you walked slowly, trying to avoid the shadows, but if you saw one coming you ran. one room was cluttered with two doors in and out, and there was a disgusting bathroom that was a safe room, there were a few staircases that kept leading to different places. every once in a while, you heard a scream, now there are only four...now only three. finally, a shadow got me and I freaked out.... everything went out.

the game started over, but this time I WAS the ghost. I had to run, run as fast as I could because I knew if I was seen then I would cease to exist. I was constantly running, here comes someone run up the stairs, look for an exit, the sliding door into the closet, now what, there is a small staircase to a passage upstairs, look for an exit, run run run... finally, I was cornered, I couldn't get away from the human that was unknowingly trapping me in the room, he saw me, and I was so mad that I was going to cease to exist, I shook him, screaming, until he died.

she was really really big in the belly. she got a little smaller in the belly by having a little baby, but the big baby was still in the belly. we went to the woods and the baby was walking through the trees. we weren't paying attention for a moment. the woods took the little baby, we hadn't watched it for a moment and now it was gone. later, near the football fields where the band was practicing, we saw the cop lights coming. three cruisers pulled up, they were school cars, not the real thing. we thought they must have come to deliver a message to one of the people out here since there was no phone, maybe. but then they got out of the cruisers and started walking towards the woods. you could see flashlights. then, from far away, you could hear the calls of the persons name they were looking for, the woods had claimed another and they were looking for them.

the soccer game was very competitive, but we were up by a goal. we switched some positions, the large golden skinned guy with the mexican team shirt played behind me on defense. he shouldn't be playing defense. he makes a big mistake and they score. I tell him, "you are really good on offense, don't play defense", and he nods. I reassign someone else to the position and we take our places again in the center of the field. now I'm on a break away, but the guy behind me pulls on my shirt to slow me down, I fall. I chase after him and cleat him in the back of the leg with my cleated shoes. he says, "hey" and I say "don't pull my shirt and I won't cleat you". now even when I don't have the ball, he is behind me holding on to my shirt and yelling "faster, faster" because I am like a dogsled dog pulling him through the dirt. I put my cleat on his throat and step on it, then the same on his exposed belly. he looks at me with surprise, but no anger. the other team doesn't like that I'm abusing their teammate, so they start harassing me as well. I have enough cleats to go around. the game is very competitive.