My Dream
I have decided that some of my more spectacular dreams deserve to be told. Here's my first go!
Hey! If you like my dream (which is, in fact, a dream I really had) I would appreciate it if you commented on it. I want to know if the dream thing is really a good idea, so it's all based on your feedback. I may just drop it as a lost cause if it's no good. I hope you like it!
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It all starts on a boat. There's about 15 teenage kids on the boat, all of them quiet. So quiet, it's almost eerie. If you listen, you can hear the sound of a beach, the waves lapping quietly on the lonely sand. No animals are calling to each other, no birds practicing for their mates. Just the trees that are looming ahead on a small, empty island. The boat itself isn't big, just big enough to fit all of them. Nothing fancy, either. The water is calm. The boat pulls up on the shore, and one by one, attractive, smooth skinned teenagers exit their ship, looking around. None of them had ever been here before, but it all seemed familiar to them. This was apparent in their stances, their expressions. Rather than the curiosity they would show towards something new, they looked at it as one would look at a cousin one had played with at a young age, but hadn't seen for some time. Familiar, but strange all the same.
They stand in a crooked row, and look ahead at a dark clearing in the trees. Still no sound, nothing that would betray the presence of some smaller animal, quivering in a bush. No calls of birds to warn of the strange group of humans on their island. The only noise greeting them was the wind and the sea, slowly turning bluish gold in the deepening twilight. The group nods, and moves in. They expertly maneuver through the brilliant emerald trees, alert, but without need. Nothing was here to hurt them, not even a stray branch. It was in the state of a rich woman's house. Clean, harmless, and completely empty of any intruders other than the small group here on the path. The trees aren't very thick, for it is no more a jungle than a wood, and the trees are splashed with occasional bright colors. A flower here, a fruit there, all in jewel toned reds, oranges, yellows and purples. A stream trickles along quietly near by. Clear, calm, they move on.
As the trees get closer and more entwined with vines, and the stream fades away, they come to a block in the path. Not so much a block really as a thick, bedazzled wall of moss and vine. Still no sound, the atmosphere takes on a whole new aura. From the calm acceptance they felt all through their journey, the begin to feel expectant, as if some great forgotten being would appear, demanding to know who was on the island they spent so long taking care of. No one speaks, for the island holds a power over them they couldn't explain, so that even if they wished to talk, the feeling was that the trees would silence them, so that no noise may be made other than that of water and wind. They stand there for a good while, when finally, a boy moves up and, looking at his group, turns and pulls back the wall in front of him, and they all catch their breath. Smiling, he looks back and steps through.
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This is only the first part of the dream. If you liked it, I'll put the other parts on. If not, I guess it was a good start, huh? I didn't want to put too much on yet. Tell me how it was!
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It all starts on a boat. There's about 15 teenage kids on the boat, all of them quiet. So quiet, it's almost eerie. If you listen, you can hear the sound of a beach, the waves lapping quietly on the lonely sand. No animals are calling to each other, no birds practicing for their mates. Just the trees that are looming ahead on a small, empty island. The boat itself isn't big, just big enough to fit all of them. Nothing fancy, either. The water is calm. The boat pulls up on the shore, and one by one, attractive, smooth skinned teenagers exit their ship, looking around. None of them had ever been here before, but it all seemed familiar to them. This was apparent in their stances, their expressions. Rather than the curiosity they would show towards something new, they looked at it as one would look at a cousin one had played with at a young age, but hadn't seen for some time. Familiar, but strange all the same.
They stand in a crooked row, and look ahead at a dark clearing in the trees. Still no sound, nothing that would betray the presence of some smaller animal, quivering in a bush. No calls of birds to warn of the strange group of humans on their island. The only noise greeting them was the wind and the sea, slowly turning bluish gold in the deepening twilight. The group nods, and moves in. They expertly maneuver through the brilliant emerald trees, alert, but without need. Nothing was here to hurt them, not even a stray branch. It was in the state of a rich woman's house. Clean, harmless, and completely empty of any intruders other than the small group here on the path. The trees aren't very thick, for it is no more a jungle than a wood, and the trees are splashed with occasional bright colors. A flower here, a fruit there, all in jewel toned reds, oranges, yellows and purples. A stream trickles along quietly near by. Clear, calm, they move on.
As the trees get closer and more entwined with vines, and the stream fades away, they come to a block in the path. Not so much a block really as a thick, bedazzled wall of moss and vine. Still no sound, the atmosphere takes on a whole new aura. From the calm acceptance they felt all through their journey, the begin to feel expectant, as if some great forgotten being would appear, demanding to know who was on the island they spent so long taking care of. No one speaks, for the island holds a power over them they couldn't explain, so that even if they wished to talk, the feeling was that the trees would silence them, so that no noise may be made other than that of water and wind. They stand there for a good while, when finally, a boy moves up and, looking at his group, turns and pulls back the wall in front of him, and they all catch their breath. Smiling, he looks back and steps through.
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This is only the first part of the dream. If you liked it, I'll put the other parts on. If not, I guess it was a good start, huh? I didn't want to put too much on yet. Tell me how it was!
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