literature

Dream 3

Deviation Actions

psycho-dynamic's avatar
Published:
131 Views

Literature Text

It's foggy and I'm sick. The water is filling up the room. You shout for me to hold your hand so you can drag me up the stairs. I stretch and jump and climb, trying to grasp something that isn't there. The water rises. We're running out of time. Every time I fail a neon graphic sign tells me that I have lost a life. I'm down to one. One last little red heart.
Now I'm sitting in a lab, rain pouring. All the windows are gone so the water splashes in. There's a man yelling at me to grab a pole and lift myself up through the ceiling. My fingers slip and I hit water. The man is still yelling at me. I try to climb the pole but my hands are too wet. I keep slipping. The man comes up behind me and tears my hands away from the pole. I fall and hot an electric platform. The water on me is enough. I try to force a scream out of my mouth but all that comes out is a gasp. Then I get electrocuted.
I come back around sitting on a classroom chair. The teacher is saying something but I can't hear. All the students get up and fight to grab the colored balloons at the top of the ramp of stairs. I run upwards and catch the string of a bright red balloon, it seems to turn my hair red too. I feel someone pry my fingers off the desk I was holding for balance. I slide down the stairs and everyone is laughing. I pull myself up and run out the door.
In this new room there are ropes of twizlers dangling from trees. Someone calls a race and I wrap my hands around a rope and slide down this zip line. I won and they gave me a pizza box. When I opened it a shard of glass split open my hands and there wasn't even any pizza in the box.
I rush for help and find myself in a cafe. The walls were half plaster and half exposed brick. At every table there were people I once knew and they stare at me with hatred. I run away from them but find myself in a maze of convator belts bringing trash to all the trash diggers. There was nothing I could take. In the corner there was another door, I yank it open and jump inside.
Now I'm back I'm the flooded room only you are right beside me, struggling to keep your head above water. I try and swim us to the stairs but the weight is too much. I scream for help. The man from the lab shows up and is able to carry you to air. He turns at me and with sick humor throws the pole at me. He takes you and I yell for him to come back. I get off balance and plunge into the flood.
The next thing I remember is a hospital mask telling me to sleep. I smell something sickly sweet. It grows strong and I can make out the words the mask is saying. "You are very sick. All you can do is sleep. Go to sleep."
The smell overpowers me and I hear a heart monitor go dead.
© 2016 - 2024 psycho-dynamic
Comments6
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
DEADBOYSPLINTER's avatar