Daily Inkling Prompt: Unidentified Flying Sound
“You awake from your peaceful Sunday morning slumber to a terrifying sound you’ve never heard before. Aghast, you look around before realizing it’s coming from the sky. You look up. What is making that outlandish noise?” Continue reading “Daily Inkling | Swarming Skies”
He pointed to the other end of the bank, where I saw a group of men entering. I was terrified to see that the group was made up of garishly dressed men, specifically, presidents that have been dead for years.
I was in the back of some kind of prisoner transport van with a dozen other people, all handcuffed, sitting quietly. At the other end of the van, one man was fiddling with his cuffs, and got them open. He helped the guy next to him get his cuffs off using some kind of tool, who then silently helped the next person, etc., until we were all free. The first man whispered that we were headed into the city, where there were currently riots in the streets. He said that once we got close enough to hear the crowds, we would rush the van doors, break out, and scatter. Continue reading “Dream Journal 6/21/16 | Dream #1: Fugitive”
All I remember is that Kyle, Liam, and I were living in a post-apocalyptic city, which resembled the city from the movie I Am Legend (NYC?). We went walking down a street, littered with old cars, piles of debris, and overgrown plants. Liam was 3 years old or so, and had long, curly hair. I was wearing him in a large, custom baby carrier on my back, which was also equipped with swords, machetes, and all sorts of other weaponry.
I was wearing a torn shirt, which revealed my tummy, which had miraculously developed some hardcore abs. Kyle was shirtless, and had some pretty intense ab action going on as well, as well as a massive gun strapped to his back. We were walking down the empty street, when a large pack of dogs ran by, yet didn’t seem to notice us. I could see the shadow of a large bird fly over us, though it looked more like a pterodactyl. Kyle made a series of hand signals to me, and I shushed Liam, before ducking behind one of the cars on the side of the road. Kyle hid behind a nearby tree, just in time for the large, bird/pterodactyl shadow to circle back around, flying over us again, lower this time. After it was gone, Kyle motioned for me to run, and I ran ahead, and shut Liam and myself into a nearby building. I heard a loud, terrifying siren, like the sirens in Silent Hill, and a few moments later, Kyle was standing in the doorway.
Darkness fell over the city, with nothing but the moon to light the streets. We left the empty house, and headed back outside. Kyle said something about meeting up with the rest of our group at camp, and moments later, we were sneaking into the back of a huge, empty mall. We were greeted by a large man, dressed in a nice suit, who unlocked the padlock to let us in. In the next room was an elderly woman, a two twin boys around 13 years old, a blonde woman, who may have been their mother, and a middle-aged man, who was wearing nothing but dark green swim trunks. They all waved and clapped enthusiastically when we walked in.
The elderly woman was cooking a large turkey over a fire in the middle of the room, and the twins were throwing clothing, straight off of the store racks, onto the fire to keep it going. The middle-aged man was complaining that there wasn’t enough butter for everyone, and the large man offered to make a run to the store to get ingredients to make more, but the other man just kept yelling. The elderly woman threw a chunk of turkey at him, and he stomped away, and everyone laughed.
I offered to go and get butter ingredients with the large man, but Liam started crying, and told me not to go, so the twins offered to go instead. Liam brought me a soccer ball and asked if we could play, and I smiled and walked into the main lobby of the mall…
And then I woke up.
I was carrying Liam on my shoulders while walking down a beach. He was a little older, probably around 18 months old or so, and his hair was longer, and had more of a coppery/red tint to it, like my hair gets when I’m in the sun. I looked the same as I normally do in my dreams, a few inches taller, about 50 pounds thinner, longer hair, clearer skin, etc. Basically, didn’t look like myself at all.
The beach looked similar to the beaches from my hometown, but I don’t think that I had ever seen this specific one before, if it even exists anywhere in the world. It was endless, covered in light tan sand, littered with rocks and seaweed, with the occasional shell. Even though I knew it was a beach on the ocean, the ocean wasn’t moving. It looked like an endless lake, sprawling out to the horizon. The sky was a dark gray, almost stormy, but there was no wind. It was really calm, an dark.
We were just walking in silence, except for Liam’s random giggling as he pulled my hair, which made me smile. And as we walked, there were people walking past us in every direction. The further we walked, the more people there were, as if we were walking toward a really populated area. I don’t think it was summer, because there were no bathing suits, just jeans and t-shirts and other normal clothes. No one was talking though, it was just quiet, with baby noises.
The far end of the beach turned into a busy road, and we were waiting to cross the road with an older man, who was talking to me, but I wasn’t listening. He was smiling at me and talking, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying, and I wasn’t responding to him. We crossed the road and we were in a city. Liam was walking next to me now, holding my hand, and we went into a Starbucks (or similar coffee shop, I’m not sure), and we both god hot chocolate. The old man was there, and I was watching him meet with a younger woman, who he kissed on the cheek and sat down at a table with her. Then we left the coffee shop, and it was sunny outside. We were still in a city, but it looked different than from when we went in. Liam was holding my hand, and he had one of his socks in his other hand, and we were walking behind a young, gay couple on the sidewalk, who were arguing about something that I couldn’t hear, but they were both really angry. There were people stopping to stare at them, and then they stared at us walking behind them. It made me anxious.
Suddenly we were back in our apartment, but it wasn’t the same apartment. It was big and bright, with shiny wood floors and big windows, and there were vases with tall, decorative plants everywhere. I was in the kitchen, and Liam was sitting on the counter, eating blueberries while I cooked something. I don’t know what I was cooking, but I was throwing a bunch of stuff into a ridiculously large pot on the stove.
I put Liam on the floor and walked to the bathroom, but I tripped over a pair of boots on the floor and fell. I scraped my elbow, and Liam was laughing, and I felt embarrassed.
That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up.
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