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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
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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