Dreams MAG

By Katryna S., San Pablo, CA

     I feel his hand on my shoulder. It is cold, bony, and scrapes against my skin. It doesn’t sting too badly. Pain doesn’t cause discomfort for me - it’s like a Popsicle - strong at first, but after awhile, it melts away. He tells me something, the man behind me. I don’t hear him at first, and that makes him angry. He grips my shoulder tighter.

Now there is pain, pain like grabbing a wire hanger that is left beside a fire, yet I ignore it. He knows I am here, I know I am here, but for some reason, I feel if I don’t acknowledge it. If I ignore what is happening, we will both remain suspended. The two of us will stay lost in this never-ending scene, and I will never die.

The knife enters me anyway.

I feel it; I’m not quite numb yet. I can feel it twist inside me, switching my lung with my heart. Then the world goes black.

I die every time.

I shut my eyes. It doesn’t matter if I sleep for five minutes or 10 hours.

“It’s like sucking your thumb; you’ll grow out of it,” my mother tells me over the phone the next day.

She’s told me that for 18 years. Now I’m ten days away from turning 20 and she still says the same thing. But nightmares are nothing like sucking your thumb. I don’t suck my thumb anymore.

***

It’s 2 a.m. My mouth is dry, and I cannot see because of the tears that blur my eyes. But that doesn’t bother me. Four days is not long to go without sleep. I’ve gone longer. People don’t understand, because they don’t feel their dreams. In mine, I am conscious of everything.

A man is standing in front of me, a doctor. He was called when I stopped responding to the pleas of my pencil-neck roommate. Apparently, he is discomforted by my 96-hour days.

“Having trouble falling asleep, Wesley?” the doctor asks.

“No,” I say.

Falling asleep is easy; too easy. Giving in is something that tempts me every minute. But I can’t do that, because I know that one day, I’m not going to be able to wake up.

He hands me a pill anyway, and tells me to take it. I know this doctor. His name is Ben or Bill or something. He’s come for years. I argue at first, but I know that I don’t have a choice. I swallow the pill dry. Before I know it, I’m back in again.

***

This time I’m underwater. I’m going to drown, I think. The thought relaxes me. The dreams where I drown aren’t all that bad, considering what experiences I could compare them with. But then the dream changes. I am still in water, but it tastes like soup. I look up to see a giant sitting above me.

It’s then I realize that I am going to be eaten alive.

I used to look away when I was about to die. I used to run, beg. Now I lie limply and watch. The giant lifts me up with his fork and bites down, taking off my right leg.

I don’t look away ... I’m past that. But I still scream.

***

I am in the car with my roommate now. We’re getting groceries, and since we’re in my car, I’m driving. I can tell he’s nervous, so I try to calm him.

“Darren ...,” I say.

“Dylan,” he corrects quickly.

I could have sworn his name was Darren. Part of me thinks he’s changed it just to f*** with me. I continue talking anyway.

“I’m not tired ...”

Darren, or Dylan, or whoever he is makes a sound.

“... and I know how to drive.”

Just then, a car honks at me loudly, as if he too wants to prove me incompetent. Apparently, this is too much for my night-light roommate.

“Pull over. Now,” he says.

“Fine,” I say roughly, and pull over. Right into the face of an oncoming truck.

***

Please, someone wake me up. Please. Please. Anyone, please.

I am balancing on the top of a pillar that is just large enough for one foot. Below me, there are hundreds of creatures with whips, chains, and spikes - they’re ready for me to fall. This death will be worth remembering.

Usually I don’t, but I can’t help but start crying this time. This dream has gone on too long. I’ve died five times. Usually, it only happens once or twice. For a moment, I wonder if I have died ... for real ... in the real world. The thought scares me. I always thought it would end at death. Then, around me, I hear familiar voices. They belong to my mother and the doctor.

“Would you like me to let him go?” The doctor asks sympathetically. “There is very little hope that he will come out of it.”

There is a pause and I hear my mom crying, and I allow myself to hope. I am in a coma ... I know it ... it must have happened because of the crash ... and if she chooses to pull the plug on me, I can escape this time. I’ve never been able to escape before.

Against my first instincts, I find myself wanting to die more than anything. If it happens now, in this way, I will never have to die again.

Please, I beg, and then I silence my thoughts so I can better hear her speak.

“No,” she says finally, “not just yet.” I hear the shuffling of tissue. “I want him to rest ... he could use it.” Then, her voice is gone, and all I can hear is the sound of the mob below me.

I lose my balance and fall.



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Nelu96 GOLD said...
on May. 20 2013 at 2:52 pm
Nelu96 GOLD, Windhoek, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."- George Bernard Shaw

These are the writers we admire! Well done.

on Apr. 28 2013 at 3:01 pm
theReluctantCynic BRONZE, Santa Ana, California
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Favorite Quote:
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
-Oscar Wilde

I've seen this type of plot before, but what's different is the way you delivered this story.

ladonna said...
on Apr. 28 2013 at 1:09 pm
ladonna, Grandville, Michigan
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This story is so cool, I like how it gets kind of confusing whats reality and whats real. I can't imagine living in this characters shoes...

on Apr. 6 2013 at 12:13 am
WingsForLily PLATINUM, Columbia, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
Think of how boring the world would be if we were all normal

Wow, it was captivating, morbid, and your own. I have never read anything like it. Thank you

on Jan. 10 2013 at 7:44 am
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

Great story! You're very talented :) Can you rate and comment some of my stories?

on Jun. 26 2012 at 6:20 pm
KenyaLove41 GOLD, Dallas, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent." ~Ambrose Bierce
"Nothing is Impossible, the word itself says 'I'm Possible!'" ~ Audrey Hepburn
"Good writing is only bad writing revised"~ Unknown

Wow that was one of the best stories that i've ever read!(:  it was dark and haunting and morbid and really creative. Keep writing please!

aem312 BRONZE said...
on Feb. 17 2012 at 4:55 pm
aem312 BRONZE, Richmond, Massachusetts
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This was very creative! A great story to read. It's so sad and twisted but somehow really nice at the same time (in terms of writing style).

on Jan. 24 2012 at 8:19 am
Calligraphic SILVER, Shavano Park, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"A smile is a curve that sets everything straight." -Phyllis Diller

I could feel my gut churning ooooh gave me chills. I really liked it though, it evokes emotions well.

LeCoxx BRONZE said...
on Oct. 17 2011 at 6:23 am
LeCoxx BRONZE, Gold Coast, Other
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Gave me chills! Reminds me of A Nightmare on Elm Street!

caedanse said...
on Apr. 2 2011 at 10:04 pm
caedanse, Springfield, Ohio
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Haunting! Lovely!

on Mar. 25 2011 at 11:01 am
kristen178 BRONZE, Bedford, Indiana
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I love this. It is so morbid! At the same time though, it is a bit unbelieveable. I think that if there was a bit more character background and maybe more sensory detail while he was awake. 

Wow, though! You are a very talented writer with a very good understanding of flow and word choice. Thank you for submitting this piece!


on Dec. 11 2010 at 10:54 am
bella049117 SILVER, Shell Beach, California
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very good. a little creepy for me, but veryvery well written. nicely done

on Sep. 30 2010 at 5:45 pm
pookah22 BRONZE, Rockford, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

abosolutely amazing writing!!

Amieee said...
on Aug. 17 2010 at 7:53 am
OMG that was just AMAZING!! i loved it ><  :)  <3 your choice of words are just right and your story plot rox!

LastChapter said...
on Jul. 26 2010 at 11:28 pm
LastChapter, Hempstead, New York
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Favorite Quote:
(couldn't think of anything better at the time) "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."-Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.

incredible! i'm getting chills! This is what I aim for when I start a new piece. Ugh, this is amazing. I want to write like this.

on Jul. 26 2010 at 2:39 pm
wordsflowingfreely BRONZE, Brooklyn Park, Minnesota
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Very intriguing and beautifully written! Draws the reader in right at the beginning! Keep writing!

HelloLove said...
on Jun. 12 2010 at 12:38 pm
HelloLove, Dexter, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at.
-Hatter
Tut, tut, child! Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.
-Dutchess

I agree with liisangel!

on May. 21 2010 at 10:54 am
angel2745 BRONZE, Sacramento, California
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This is amazing. I love it ♥ <333

This is my favorite of all the stories I've read so far on this web site :]   5*


on Apr. 29 2010 at 9:24 am
CanYouSeeTheCrazy PLATINUM, Cle Elum, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"I know why everyone in this world is so desperate to find love."
"Oh yeah? Why then?"
"Because, it's the closest thing we have to magic."

my thoughts exactly!! i love it, so much!

on Apr. 7 2010 at 7:16 pm
writergirl13 GOLD, Cherry Hill, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
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this is completely incredible!!!!!! It's really beautiful, but it's also so sad!


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