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Submitted by <waynebebay.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2006-08-17 23:14:56 EDT
What is a dream? What is imagination? Who are we to force the ones who question this to believe otherwise? How would you feel about a world without first hand forceful manipulation of personal opinions and judgments caused by the media? How about a world where government was a past-time? What if there was no such thing as the media? Too good to be true? Hardly...
It was a dream again. Bright colorful flashes filled the night sky, the cool breeze entered through the window. She was there too, sleeping soundly. It all seemed gray to me. The room was a familiar one, one with the smell of aerosol spray and cologne. Everything was insignificant except her face. Her face lit up as the flashes brightened the night. I would always lean in to kiss her forehead before I lie next to her and fall asleep. Wait, something was different this time. After my routine kiss, her eyes twitched. Her forehead started swelling up like it was hit with a brick. Slowly the flashes would fade as I watched a black ooze creep out of the swelled vulnerable skin. Soon enough it darkened and a moment of silence was all that was left. My eyes were scanning the dark but no matter where I looked it was pitch black. The sounds of my own breath sent a chill down the back of my spine. A sudden explosion went off outside the window and that's when I turned abruptly to see where it came from. Then a breeze from the outside carried a potent odor of sulfur through the screen followed by a light rain. I remember looking closer to find the answer and as my nose touched the screen, a rush of ash and smoke engulfed my face. Surprised I then turned to a frightening image I will never forget. She was staring right into my eyes, hairless, mouth wide open, eyes wide open. Her whole face was burnt, secreting fluids, inflamed. She struggled to take a breath, gurgling and cracking. I stared in shock, couldn't move or breathe. Her head then twitched and her pupils constricted as she let out the most horrific scream I had ever heard.
In the real world I found myself close to hyperventilating in my own bed. The sheets were ripped off the bed and I was sitting up looking to the wall. To me it seemed like a good idea to catch my breath and get over the dream but my recovery process was interrupted by the intercom.
"Ski,"
"Yes?" I said annoyed.
"Get your ass to the cockpit."
At that time I shook off the dream and shifted my body lateral of the bed. Every morning I would bow my head to my dog tags which was an gesture of integrity. The dog tags reminded me of conformity and unity from B.O.T.S.
(in all honesty I wrote this half asleep)
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Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-08-17 23:30:05 EDT (#)
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iCAN ALMOST SMELL THE SULPHUR AND ASH.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-17 23:24:48 EDT (#)
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"Surprised I then turned to a frightening image I will never forget."
Don't tell me that it's frightening. Show me and make me believe it myself.
Submitted by fun_with_needles (user info) at 2006-08-17 23:23:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-08-17 23:15:29 EDT (#)
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