freaks - dreams

here's a dream caleb newcastle had recently.


	The Girl - February 26th, 2000 It's a warm autumn afternoon, after school, and I'm late for my bus. I get to the top of the hill just in time to see it pulling away. All the rest are gone as well, except for a blue and yellow double-decker. I run down the hill and beat my fists upon the doors for the driver to open them. He does. I get on and ask whether this bus goes home. It does. I walk towards the back of the bus. A girl gets up and lets me sit next to the window. I jolt awake as the bus lurches round a corner. I'd fallen asleep. The bus is still full and it's gotten lighter outside. I notice my arm is numb and look down. The girl has fallen asleep as well and has rested her head against my right shoulder. I try to see her face but her hair has fallen across it and so I cannot. I look around the rest of the bus and don't recognise anyone. No. Two people, who are sitting a few rows in front of me. I know them. Yet they seem to be so much further away. They're looking at me and are talking and smiling. I can't hear their words but I'm sure they're talking about me. About the girl. I try to see the girl's face but again cannot. Everyone has gotten off the bus except for me and the girl. I haven't recognised any of the stops and she's still asleep. The bus stops in a place I recognise. The bus driver, much older now, turns and tells me that this is the last stop. I try to wake the girl but cannot. I get off the bus, carrying the girl in my arms. Her face is still hidden but I'm sure I know where she lives. So I try to carry her home. After walking through streets I recognise but which turn into ones I don't I realise I'm lost. So I decide to ask the girl's father the way home. It's night. I'm in the middle of a battle on the edge of a war. Men are being killed all around me. Shards of skull and fragments of brain shower me yet don't touch me. I walk forwards and the girl's father appears. He is lit from behind by a white light, and appears to be in charge. He glows from within. I ask him the way home. He's shot in the back of the head and his face explodes towards me. Reality shifts and melts. I look down and finally see the girl's face. She's woken up. She's beautiful. She's smiling at me. She's shot in the back of the head and her face is gone.

here's a dream / poem from michael guina.

This is like the only dream I have had in three years (well that I can remember at least). Freaky, ey!!!

Sacrifice

Lying upon the table,
Looking up into the sable,
Of the blanket hanging over,
Blocking the moon.

I try to turn my head side,
To see just what they have in mind,
But to my horror all that is there,
Is the dark and gloom.

A smash and then a patter,
Of feet upon the ladder,
As people start to come,
Up into my room.

One and then another,
All are cloaked and covered,
But a menace is in the air,
One of dread and doom.

Up steps one towards the table,
Underneath that awful sable,
And raises his hand into the,
I know my end is soon.

At the end glitters a dagger,
Flashing like the window that had shattered,
As a strange intonation,
Begins to fill the room.

And down the dagger flies,
As up the chorus climbs,
And upon that bright blade,
Sparkles a rune.

Filled with mystical persuasion,
As I rise to the occasion,
My body arches like the pillars,
On the ceiling of the room.

Then my life flashes before me,
Of joy and love and stories,
And my mind fills with sights,
All been lost too soon.

As my life drips and fades away,
Like the ending of a bad play,
I wake up cold and sweating,
and find I'm in my own bedroom.

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