Dreams and Truths

Well, Hello, once again. It's 11:22pm and i'm typing as fast as i can to talk to you all before i have to go to bed.  So excuse me if there is an abundance of typing errors.

Firstly, there is my dream. Now, i know that this is meant to be a story writing blog, but this dream was pretty out of the ordinary. It occurred a coulple of days ago, when i fell asleep after a long day of checking blogs, catching up on homework and revising for my tests. Alrite, to be honest, i was only checking the blogs, but still, the fact remains that at least i was doing something.

So here is my recount of the dream, from my perspective.

I am on an expedition. Indianna Jones style. A large group of explorers and i are searching through some sort of huge ship that crashed on earth centuries ago. We move from room to room, eventually getting used to the sight of south-american indian looking drawings on teh walls.

In every room are these small mechanical birds, like little action figures, at least one. They have been inanimate for the entire expedition. I am suspicious...

Three men go missing on a lower deck. I visited there before they disappeared, and now that i have returned there i see that two of the mechanical birds in the room they were in have been moved. They are in completely different spots than before. I come to the ultimate conclusion pretty quick, move over to a friend of mine, and whisper in their ear "I know who did it- It's these damn birds!" 

Suddenly there is a whoosh sound as two of the birds spring from their spots and hover high in the air above the doorway, comunicating in shrill sounding voices. I go to grab my friend but it is too late; he is dead (at least i thought he was, it's hard to tell in a dream).

I duck through the doorway and now i am suddenly in my own house, with my family in a panic and trying to dodge the hovering birds. (This bit-and i feel extremely depressed every time i think of it- gets a little bit graphic)

My mother goes first, swarms of them covering her. My older brother next, and my older sister is no-where to be seen. I run with my dad, and we are in the kitchen, almost outside, almost at freedom, when a blade suddenly protrudes from his chest. He grunts in pain, falls to the ground, and the mechanical bird holding the knife simply drops it to the ground and sends two small metal legs into my father's brain. He jerks up, stands, and looks at me with cold, dead eyes. I reach for the kitchen draw and pull out a serrated blade, threatening him to stay back. He replies in a robotic voice "I do not care if this body is damaged. We only want you, anyway."

So i hold the knife to my throat, and suddenly he stops advancing. I sneer and say that he'll never take control of me, and i drag the knife across my throat. Now strangely, cutting your own throat doesn't seem to work as well in a dream as it does in real life. In the dream, it was more like a feeble attempt at suicide, and i didn't end up killing myself. :/ i seriously don't know why my dreams are this bad....

My father just laughs mechanically, and i chuck the knife aside, launch myself over the kitchen table, and grab my little brother and sister. We make it outside before we are confronted by my father once more, who now has a gun in hand. 'Just end it', my dream self says, 'I would rather be with god and in heaven than here with a world consumed and war-torn.'

My father obliges, first murdering my little sister and brother before finally pulling the trigger on me.

Now, this is where it kinda gets weird. I Then am treated to a replay of my death in slowmotion from ten different angles, and am somehow aware that i am watching myself die on some sort of youtube.com video player. And crying while i do so....

After my realization, i click the pause button, and look up at the overcast clouds, floating a little bit above my house. I search the clouds for 'the light', or god, or angels, or anything. But no, my saviour is apparently non-existent in this world, and i cry and sob and am filled with depression. I wander the clouds for a while, then am drawn back to my backyard, and i drift over to the neighbor, a woman (shes not my real neighbor, i think this was just some random person i might of met sometime in my life) doing the garden. I project my voice, and even tho i am a ghost, she can still kinda of hear me, even if she can't see me. I tell her to run, run away, because there is evil here. And right on cue my father walks out from my backyard door, towards the neighbor, gun in hand. "RUN!" I shout one last time, and she chucks the garden tools away and clears her fence, me running with her.

Now that;s another thing. I had some semi-human capabilities as well as being able to go through walls and such. I could react to the environment, as if i was there, but just invisible. And so begin my adventures with this random woman. I recall that she learns of my name, and what is happening, and why she can hear me but not see me, and why the world has suddenly turned mad (FYI: It has. The birds are now on their way to taking control of EVERYONE).

So we camp out, climbing a mounting and hiding in a cave that just so happens to be right next to my house.

There is some sort of mansion on top of the mountain. I tell the girl to stay put, while i float upwards to it. ONce i drift right through the door, i find that the place is teeming with ghosts. I move further down the halls, and start finding people dressed up in clothes that they would have worn back in ancient Rome. I talk for a while, and once (i was given teh impression at this point that i was fast-forwarding through a movie here, because i obviously was learning ghost secrets, yet from what i could tell in my perspective, no-one seemed to be telling me them) i had all of the secrets, i then took the girl to the very top of the mountain, where i showed her how i could cut the top of the mountain down and instead make it a volcano. She cried that this was insane and that i would kill millions- and i seemed to only laugh back at her,  continuing to make the volcano. She tries to run and is smothered with lava. She is gone, and too late, i realize that now i am truly alone.

All throughout that gorram dream i had this horrible sense that God was not there, and that i was lost, and i would wander eternity forever, knowing only Hell and not Heaven. It was possibly the worst dream i have ever had. I know that some people say that dreams can all be related to something that has happened in your day or during the week, but i couldnt relate this to anything. It was as if it spawned out of some dark, creepy hole in the cracks of my mind.......

People, you can't judge a person by their dreams, so don;t say that i;m a depressed zombie who constantly has dreams of running away and utter loss.

Altho, i do have a lot of 'surviving' dreams, where i have to escape either the killer bears, wolves, orcs, dragons, aliens, lions, any sort of predator i have heard of, ect.

Ok, now that that is over, i want to tell you some truths. And you're not going to like them....

Louis has unofficially resigned. Meaning that yes, (and this breaks my heart to tell you all this), but he will not be drawing anyone in Part two of my story. 

I am sorry. 

He is sorry. 

His reason is homework, and too damn much. He has exams, and after that is christmas, and then year 11, and my dad and him both agree that this just isn;t a long term thing that he is goin to get done. He just doesn't want everyone to have this big wait and then bam, it's a really bad picture. 

These are the people who are in Part two and who will not be getting a picture. I am deeply sorry, people.

Aquila Felis

Skylara Wolfbane

Nicolette Croga

Sarthacus Bolt

Darkane Claw

For these people, i will still be writing the story, and i am, once again, sorry.

 The rest of you in my story, who either already have pictures or will be receiving them soon, don;t brag. And plus, the only reason that you will be receiving them is that when we first started this, Louis did the drawings for about 3 of teh people in Part 1, whose part hasn;t actually come to pass yet. Or it has and he just hasn't done the picture on teh comp yet.

ALrite i have to go now, cya guys

-Hellboy

P.S Sorry.....