Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1As he walked on set, I was rather impressed. I was so eager, so ready to finally have that concrete proof of mermaids, my childhood dream.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, all my high hopes had been dashed and dragged through the mud.
"Are mermaids real? Has the U.S. Navy been hiding them from us all along? giving conspiracy after conspiracy to cover them up? Well, today I'm here with Doctor Paul Robertson, who claims mermaids are real, and have even recorded them."
Then it jump cuts to Paul himself, beard unkempt and crow's feet on each of his eyes.
My jaw dropped. "Doctor" Paul Robertson looked like the Stereotype for the kind of person who would make up crack conspiracy theories about mermaids.
But I continued watching on, hoping that maybe it would get better.
All the videos were fake. Each and every single one. I was heart broken.
But, the announcer began to talk about social media.
How every member of the Kardashian family tweeted on twitter with the #Mermaids at th
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel IncorporationMy name is Joshua.
I was Twelve years old when my small town was invaded with Weasels.
Weasels. Sounds silly, right?
Well these Weasels invaded my town, and killed almost 90% of everyone living in it.
To this day, I don't know why.
From then on, I've been living in a foster house for six years.
I'm Eighteen now.
My foster parents are really nice, they're an old couple who live in the suburbs.
I personally don't like the suburbs. I prefer my old dingy down, where everyone kept to themselves.
Here, everyone knows everyone. And everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. To them, I'm just the "Quiet Emo Kid".
I do enjoy it, though. I can't complain.
One night, I was sitting in bed, fooling around on Facebook, when I heard a rustle downstairs. It was like a shuffling. I knew Grammy and Pop wouldn't be up.
So it was either a Coon, or someone broke in.
I crept downstairs, the carpeting on each step silencing my feet. I peeked over the railing, and saw tiny paw prints on the floor.
Dream Entry #3: Under Water Apocalypse Part 1I'm in my apartment in Arkansas, and I wake up to the sun shining on my face through a crack in the curtains.
But something about the light, the way it shines, it's not right. Something's wrong.
I look out the window, daring to peel back the curtain just a bit...
I look around outside. I scream when I look to the sky. The too-tall trees of the forest out back have been swallowed by water.
Only the tips of the trees poked above the surface.
Yet, I see people outside.
Hanging on their porches, as if nothing is amiss.
Mom is outside, playing with King, the stray dog. She's happy, everyone outside is happy. Do they not realize everything is under water? How are they not drowning!?
"Mom!" I call out, and pound against the window. But I stop when that window creaks, threatening to break and let the water gush in. So I wave to her.
She looks up at me, and smiles, and waves back. She then motions for me to come outside with her.
"No!" I yell, and drop the curtain. I run out to the living room.
Dream Entry #2: Under Water BreathingI can hear all the noises of life. People talking in my ears, cars passing by on wet streets. Honking, beeping, buyers yelling at sellers to lower the price. Fireworks, laughing, babies crying, the sizzling of dinner being prepared, crackling of fire...
All these sounds get so intense, so loud, I feel like my head is about to explode. Then, a bright, white light, and suddenly I'm falling into crystal clear sea water. I plunge in and the noises stop.
I open my eyes, a slight sting, and I start swimming.
I begin to physically feel my lungs ache for air. The scenery is so beautiful, I don't want to go back up. Because as soon as I do, the noises will return to me. I don't pay attention to holding my breath, because a pod of dolphins catch my eye.
I swim to them, or, they swim to me. They squeak and whistle, and tug on my clothes with their sharp teeth, but they don't rip anything.
They bump and jostle me around, all in fun.
I reach out and run my fingers on their sleek skin. I can't feel
Dream Entry #1: Denness needs help.I walked down the street from my house, around 5 a.m.
My sandals were sure to catch every sharp rock on my way to the baseball park, packing on about 20 minutes to trip, having to stop every time to take off my shoes.
Upon reaching my destination, I walked up the dusty sidewalk to one of the dugouts that sat on the near left side of the field.
This park is hardly ever used for games, and, is surprisingly clean, for all it's guests that consist mainly of drug dealers, hookers, etc.
But when the park is empty, it is peaceful.
I look into the dugout, which is flooded from last night's heavy rain.
I take off my sandals and bravely enter the watery dugout.
The water is up to my ankles, but it's clear as day. I can see my aqua painted toenails on the bottom.
I skim through the water to the other wall of the small room, until something stops me dead.
I spin around upon hearing the whisper, and see a man with jet black shaggy hair wearing a black cloak standing in the door way I came