11-27-2005, 08:06 AM
Please excuse the writing/spelling/grammer/everything =P but this was written right after i woke up.
Did you ever get that feeling that you were wide awake when you were dreaming? Did you ever wish you were dreaming when youâre wide awake?
The chalk dust was sucked into thin air as the draft carried into the room, all the students were freezing. I had just picked up my pencil from the ground when I realized that the draft was coming from under the door. I could see the teacher rubbing his feet together, he must have noticed it by now too. In an unfortunate turn of events, the power went out. And of course being in a room with no windows, the only source of light came from the door that led to the lit hallway.
But something was off, if the power was out, then why was the hallway still lit? Little did I know that my question would soon be answered, but in no way I wanted it to be. With the blink of an eye the door flew open, immediately followed by complete silence. No, the room still was alive with sound, but all I heard was deafened by a high pitched ring. From the door came a mass of troops dressed in full gear, all armed with high calibur rifles.
Directly following the troops was a man dressed in a black trench-coat. He had no definitive shape, but his eyes were visible. They were pitch black, and there was a red scar in the shape of an eagle on his right eye. He yelled, and immediately the troops froze. He looked around, as if he was looking for someone. Suddenly, his gaze turned into a cold stare, and it was focused on me. He yelled something to the troops again, but without losing his focus on me.
The troops then took us down to the auditorium, where everyone else in the school was already seated. The auditorium was much bigger though, like a stadium, and only the center was lit. You could still see everyone in the crowd, but not well. My class was forced into the back-row, but I was forced to follow the man in the black trench coat. I followed the man onto the center stage, where another troop stood waiting for me.
He was dressed in military formal though, much different than the man in the black trench coat. The man in the military formal told me to sit down in a chair positioned in the center of the two men. The man in the black trench coat began talking to the man in the military formal. It was at this point that I contemplated escape, but came to the horrifying realization that the auditorium was surrounded by the armed troops.
I looked up again, and the man in the black trench coat was staring at me again. This time, he looked infuriated, and began yelling at the man in military formal. (did they know I wanted to escape?). in a horrifying shriek, the man in the black trench coat screamed to the troops, but I heard not a sound. The troops began shooting, smoke began to fill the room. I could see the faces of those being shot, they were expressionless. Soon, smoke blocked my vision of all that was around me just moments ago.
The man in formal appeared infront of me, and spoke only one word: âKazâ. Now the man was staring at me, just as the man in the black trench coat had before, and thatâs when I realized something. The man in the military formal had the same scar of the same eagle, but on his left eye. The smoke turned to black, and I was awake.
Months ago, my cousin was killed in the iraq war. It was shortly after this nightmare that I realized âKazâ said backwards is âZakâ(or Zach). Zak is the nickname we gave my other cousin (his brother). I donât know what this means, or if it has a meaning. But now that Iâve settled down I think itâs very interesting. Any body interested in giving a dream interpretation?
Did you ever get that feeling that you were wide awake when you were dreaming? Did you ever wish you were dreaming when youâre wide awake?
The chalk dust was sucked into thin air as the draft carried into the room, all the students were freezing. I had just picked up my pencil from the ground when I realized that the draft was coming from under the door. I could see the teacher rubbing his feet together, he must have noticed it by now too. In an unfortunate turn of events, the power went out. And of course being in a room with no windows, the only source of light came from the door that led to the lit hallway.
But something was off, if the power was out, then why was the hallway still lit? Little did I know that my question would soon be answered, but in no way I wanted it to be. With the blink of an eye the door flew open, immediately followed by complete silence. No, the room still was alive with sound, but all I heard was deafened by a high pitched ring. From the door came a mass of troops dressed in full gear, all armed with high calibur rifles.
Directly following the troops was a man dressed in a black trench-coat. He had no definitive shape, but his eyes were visible. They were pitch black, and there was a red scar in the shape of an eagle on his right eye. He yelled, and immediately the troops froze. He looked around, as if he was looking for someone. Suddenly, his gaze turned into a cold stare, and it was focused on me. He yelled something to the troops again, but without losing his focus on me.
The troops then took us down to the auditorium, where everyone else in the school was already seated. The auditorium was much bigger though, like a stadium, and only the center was lit. You could still see everyone in the crowd, but not well. My class was forced into the back-row, but I was forced to follow the man in the black trench coat. I followed the man onto the center stage, where another troop stood waiting for me.
He was dressed in military formal though, much different than the man in the black trench coat. The man in the military formal told me to sit down in a chair positioned in the center of the two men. The man in the black trench coat began talking to the man in the military formal. It was at this point that I contemplated escape, but came to the horrifying realization that the auditorium was surrounded by the armed troops.
I looked up again, and the man in the black trench coat was staring at me again. This time, he looked infuriated, and began yelling at the man in military formal. (did they know I wanted to escape?). in a horrifying shriek, the man in the black trench coat screamed to the troops, but I heard not a sound. The troops began shooting, smoke began to fill the room. I could see the faces of those being shot, they were expressionless. Soon, smoke blocked my vision of all that was around me just moments ago.
The man in formal appeared infront of me, and spoke only one word: âKazâ. Now the man was staring at me, just as the man in the black trench coat had before, and thatâs when I realized something. The man in the military formal had the same scar of the same eagle, but on his left eye. The smoke turned to black, and I was awake.
Months ago, my cousin was killed in the iraq war. It was shortly after this nightmare that I realized âKazâ said backwards is âZakâ(or Zach). Zak is the nickname we gave my other cousin (his brother). I donât know what this means, or if it has a meaning. But now that Iâve settled down I think itâs very interesting. Any body interested in giving a dream interpretation?