I have pretty screwed up dreams sometimes so I thought I would try to write one down. This is as far as I had time for today, but hopefully I can find time to write the rest before I forget what happened!
ON a grassy mountainside by a river, a small crowd was gathering. “Nothing is more persuasive than eating a part of a family member”, the man whispered to a young woman as he stood her at a fence. Opposite her, only a few meters away, stood a man with a knife.
“If he doesn’t agree to my terms, you will eat this and then he will probably cut it from your throat”, the man said, with a dirty smirk on his face. In the woman’s hand was a non-descript meat, wrapped in a thin pastry. She looked in despair to the man with the knife, silently pleading with him, telling him she had nothing to do with whatever was going on here, but he looked like he was ready to cut her throat in an instant, if it came to that. By the stubborn look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t about to agree to anything the first man had put to him. “I won’t do it!!” the woman shouted as she tried to run, but the first man grabbed her and threw her to the ground.
Struggling beneath the man, something in the sky caught her eye. A flash of white, that was getting bigger by the second. The woman screamed. “There’s something in the sky! It’s going to hit us!!!”, people in the small crowed began looking around. “I’m not falling for that”, the man said with disgust as the flash passed over them into the distance. Flash! Again, another white object came into view, this time falling faster than before and directly the at them. The woman screamed again and thrashed violently in an attempt to get free. Moments later a huge piece of debris crashed into the earth only meters away, shaking the ground with its impact. People ran screaming as more flashes filled the sky and debris came raining down.
The woman now free of her captor, began running up the mountain in the direction of the falling objects in an attempt to get through the place they were landing, but it was no use, it was too late. She ran back down again dodging hunks of metal as the crashed down all around her, and headed for the river.
The tree-lined riverside had been made into a make-shift village. Log huts and shelters were poorly built, as though no-one had planned on being here long-term. Not that it mattered now, as the village was about to be rained on by debris. As the woman approached the riverside she saw that so far it was untouched, the hunks of metal had either sailed over the top of the village, or had been embedded too deep at the top of the mountain that it hadn’t made it to the bottom. The impact of the falling objects, however, was no match for the poorly constructed shelters. The woman witnessed a family, who had been sitting at a sheltered table on the riverbank, slide right into the water, still in their seats. She ran to them and as she frantically tried pull the remains of the shelter off of the family, some bystanders came to help. With their assistance they were able to retrieve the family from the water.
Looking back to the sky, the woman could now see whole aeroplanes flying overhead, but not at a normal speed; they were falling. “I need to get out of here, now”, the woman thought to herself. She ran to a nearby hut that was partially intact and found a backpack. She grabbed some flasks of water and through it in the pack. The only way she could go now was along the river. The riverbank on the other side was impossible to climb out of and would only take her further into the landing place of debris, and those whole aeroplanes. She jumped into the water and swam to the other side and found herself a small crevice she could use as resting place. It was too muddy to climb, but she could hold herself there slightly out of sight.
Back on the mountainside a small aircraft came into view momentarily before seemingly disappearing. The woman watched as the ship made itself invisible, a ripple in the sky the only indicator it was still there. It began heading toward the riverside village.
Now terrified, the woman knew she had to hurry. Keeping as close to the riverbank as she could she let the current take her down the river. The village was still in sight when a ship crashed over the top of the mountain, still upright but dug deep into the earth. It slowed for a moment, but then began sliding down the mountainside towards the village, and the river. “When that ship reaches the river..”, the woman thought to herself and began swimming as fast as she could. She reached a bend where the river forks off into a small creek. She followed the creek, which soon dried out, and then she started to run. The creek bed went through an almost cave-like crevice in the hillside, with the entranced partially covered by trees. Passing through the trees she came across a small group of people.
They were instantly suspicious of her. It looked as though they had been hiding out there for a while. Without saying a word, the woman slowly took a flask out of her bag and offered it to the group. They cautiously accepted it, and then allowed the woman to enter. “We’re about to get flooded,” the woman said to the group, “we need to move now.”. Without hesitation, the group quickly gathered themselves and they all began to move. They ran out the other side of the crevice, out into relatively flat open fields. Looking back from the middle of the fields they could see the river water pouring out. They continued to run.
Suddenly a small plane appeared from over the hillside behind them and from around the side of the hill came a few men on horseback, heading straight for them. The plane flew low, and the men on horses began snatching people. The woman ran toward a tree hoping she could take shelter there, but a man grabbed her and pulled her onto his horse behind him, then threw her bag away. Still afraid, but glad to be heading further away from the flood waters and raining debris, she held onto the man as they rode across the fields.
The headed around a hill into a forested area and rode through the trees until the sounds of crashing began to quieten. They rode silently until they reached a clearing and a tower came into view. It was old, covered in moss and vines. The woman thought it looked as though it was partially constructed of children’s play equipment, with its bright colours, metal bars and plastic shapes.
“Wow..”, the woman said in awe of the unusual structure before her. The man turned his head to look at her, “You like it?..”, the man asked her in a confused tone. He slowed the horse to stop by the tower. “It looks like…fun? To climb, I mean.” said the woman, in an equally confused tone. It had been some time since she had considered something to be fun. It touched on a vague memory, but she shook it away.
“What’s going on?” she asked the man as helped her down off the horse. “I can’t tell you”, the man said as went inside the tower. She followed him inside and found that the tower had a very high tech set up inside. Lights, buttons, dials – it reminded her of a pilots cockpit.