October 1, 2009
SO I had this odd dream and I quickly decided to write it down when I woke up, this dream is not in story format, I just need an opinion if I should attempt to write a story out of it.
It was the middle of winter in a small town. I was a boy named Jeff and left dome due to war and wanted a new start and ended up being capture shortly after my arrival to the town and taken to a facility. While I was in the facility I heard some people talking about the Rigorous family or something like that, they seemed to be at conflict with them. They had sent me outside into this field with another girl, I didn't know her name, nor did she or anyone else tell me. As we ran through the fields, we began to get separated and I ended up in a field that was snow covered and lumps were everywhere, the brown and soft dirt could be seen in some areas. As I ran through the field this women, chunky and seemed to be almost insane screaming at me, she seemed to have some type of weapon, So I ran to a nearby house that was just like the one my childhood friend used to live in, there there I met two women, but the big women caught up, she quickly killed them both by cutting the head off one and chopping the arm off the other with what seemed to be no effort. While the women was killing them I quickly ran to the front of the home from the stone driveway and saw a tan house and the girl who I was with before we were separated. I warned the girl not to go into the home because for some reason I had the ability to sense danger and be able to see it, but she proceeded to enter the home anyway and she was immediately attacked by 2 women that seemed to be witches one was horribly disfigured and violent, the other beautiful and looked similar to a kitsune(Fox-huamn creature) who seemed to be just giggling to herself. I immediately grabbed the girl by the waist pulling her out of the home and shutting the door harshly before taking her by the hand and quickly running to a nearby grey home. In the grey home we locked ourselves inside a small room, I looked out the only window in the room and noticed that the area seemed like an army base, there was one tank and a steel and barbwire fence that had been just 20 feet or so on the other side of the tank. The girl looked to the side of her and looked to the floor, she seemed like she wanted to say something but was too afraid to say it. She stood up and introduced herself as Rachel, and would go on to tell me that I was bred to be a super solider. This had be baffled and puzzled as I scream out, "But I left home because of war!" The dream suddenly shifted and it seemed like the conflict ion or whatever it was, was now over and I had fallen for Rachel. She said she didn't want me because there was this other "Outie" that she met when she was younger and that was the only one she ever found cute. She had shown me a picture and one was a little girl which was her of course and the other was a boy, me, Jeff. She went onto say she doesn't remeber the boy's name I immediately shouted out Jeff, she shook her head in agreement and said "I think so, but I have to go now." She left. I quickly scrambled to get my cat on and ran outside. It seemed that it was no longer winter, and the rain had been falling. I quickly looked for Rachel but she was no where to be seen. I ran to a nearby street corner and my heart was now in shambles, I stood on that corner for a few seconds and then Rachel came from behind with an Umbrella. She said, "I wouldn't leave without spending a little more time with you." We Stood there in the rain for what felt like minutes before she called a cab over without any warning or even saying a word to me. She got into the cab which was now entirely full of people, the cab drove away and as it had done so, I quickly chased after it banging on the window screaming for it to stop, but it didn't it drove away. The dream shifted again, and It seemed I had been walking in the rain for who knows how long, when I see a boy, about the same age as me, he e seemed familiar. The boy had shaggy , curly, and brown hair, I called out to him but he looked over at me with one of his brown eyes and spat on the ground. I called to him again, and this time a voice said to me, "Him spitting is an answer enough." I turned around and it was the women who tried to kill me she then said "He already knows.". I ran in front of they boy stopping him, and told him "If you ever see Rachel, please tell her that I love her." The boy sighed.
Alright quick notes.
MY real name is not Jeff, it's Alistair.
My age is 19.