I remember getting dressed; putting on my favorite jeans and wearing my favorite button up shirt. I felt like a million bucks. I swear I was glowing.
When I left the house...I had seen my mom crouched over on the side of the driveway, picking up small twigs and placing them in a bag. This was very unusual, my mother never visits. Nor would she bend over to pick something so minuet up. She had a friend with her. Someone that I don't recognize, someone I've never seen before. But her face...her smile seemed so gentle and welcoming. I said hello. And was on my way to the mailbox @ the end of the driveway.
When I opened the mailbox, I felt that chill come back. This time it was rather creepy. It gave me that feeling when someone says someone stepped on your grave. When I looked inside the small metal box, there was nothing. So I pulled the flag down, and closed the front hatch. But when I did this, I heard a slight rustle within. I glared at the mailbox and froze. What could this be? Despite my fear that something wasn\\'t right, I put my hand on the mailbox hatch and before I knew it... there was this bright light, a flash of sound and I was no longer home.
I was in a building. A very large building. At first I thought it was a mall, but as the seconds rolled by, I came to the conclusion that it was a school. This was one big school. So many people walking around, with predestined agendas and appointments to keep. This place looked as if it were the last shopping day before Christmas. Everyone was busy chitchatting...walking and being gay. But what I don't remember is this, back when I was in high school; we weren't allowed to have cell phones or any other electronic device. And for a second, a feeling is euphoria set in. I wasn't even sure where I was. And to be honest... I wasn't even sure what year I was in. Everything seemed to familiar. But yet it was so alien to me. I couldn't make out any of the conversations that these people were having with one another.
I heard an alarm of some sort, and with a Wisk of anxiety, I wanted to step back and stand against the wall... and keep out of the way. But it seemed that everyone knew what had to be done. People got up from tables that were set in the middle of rooms, and proceeded towards the exit hallways.
I felt alone. I didn\\'t know what to do. I didn't know where to go. I was very confused and lost.
That's when she laid her hand on my shoulder. She was magnificent. She was beautiful, she was glowing... She looked so familiar to me. She smiled at me and said, \"you're having this dream too...aren't you?\"
I turned around and said, \"Dream? This is a dream?! Who are you....?"
There was a moment of silence and that's when our eyes met. They connected on a level that I can't describe. For the first time in my life I felt that someone understood everything about me. Without evening saying a word. At that time.. I felt as if I knew her...but she was nameless, faceless.
Before I had the chance to open my mouth to another word, she was gone. As quickly as she same, she was gone. She vanished before my eyes into nothingness.
A tear rolled down my cheek. I was scared. I felt alone again. I didn't know where I was. But I couldn't wake up. I leaned up against the row of lockers on the wall, and fell to my feet. When I went to wipe the tears away, the light fixture on the ceiling caught my attention.
There was this vortex of light, swirling from one end of the fixture, to the other. It was making this very sharp snapping sound, as if it was destroying the light. By this time, I was the only one around in a hallway of empty sounds and echoes.
There was that sound again. The loud piercing alarm that made my head hurt. This time it was louder than before. And this time I could feel the earth beneath me shake and shimmer. It was if a large parade of snowplows cruised by plowing the roads. The vibration grew strong and it created a pit in my throat that I couldn't swallow.
And within that instant the hallways became flooded with bodies running in every direction. It was a mad dash for the nearest exit. I could see the terror on these people's faces. But I couldn't understand what they were saying. Before I could realize what I should be doing, I was in the middle of a raving rush of people running. I could sense the despair, the fear, and the thought of losing your best friend.
It was like someone turned on the light switch and I could now understand the words that people were speaking. It was like a flooded canal of voices, the raging rapids of screams and shouts. It felt as though I had become apart of everyone.
As I feel to my hands I knew that everything was real. I could feel the passing legs kick by with every second. No one was stopping to help. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied in getting out of the building. The alarm that I heard before was gone.
As I was reaching to get back to my feet, I was trampled over, and stepped on. This time someone had made direct contact in stepping on my hand. Before I had a chance to see who it was, they were god. Everyone was running so fast, so quick that I lost my thoughts. My eyes become focused on the door and I gathered up the strange and courage to exit the building.
I ended up in a large parking lot of some sort. I could see people for as far as the eye could see. It was as if everyone who was inside their homes, business's, work places had been directed outside.
I made it to a clearing by some trees where I could stand, catch my breath and gather my thoughts to exactly what was going on. No one was giving me any answers. I felt so confused.
As I was standing underneath this tree, I felt a tear stream down my cheek. This time it was cold and felt like poison down my cheek. It hurt. As I lifted my hands to cover my face and prepare to turn into a ball of mess, I noticed a face staring at me through the crowd. It was that girl again. The girl I had knownthe girl I had seen before. The one that knew this was a dream. We made direct eye contact and for a second everything felt fine. I felt safe inside.
Everything seemed to be turning white. For as far as the eye could see, it seemed as though someone had turned the sun's intensity up. It was becoming very bright. White light flooded the field, the parking lot, and the school. This all happened within a single breath.
As I blinked my eyes, I heard that loud ZAPPING sound and the mad craze scream from the by standards. It was like the sky had called war upon mad kind and became to shot lightening bolts down upon the crowds. People were screaming, nowhere to run, nowhere to go. I could see groups of people falling to the ground, as each strike would take down the hopes of these people.
The strikes became fast and swift. It was like someone had dropped a bucket of bolts upon earth: A constant flow of power.
My mind was flooded with the sounds of screams, the fear I could see on everyone's face. And all I could do was stand under this tree and watch. I froze in fear. I've never seen such horror. I could never of imagined something of this magnitude. I could still see people falling dying being overcome by the skies.
I became weak in the knees and I could feel the pit in my throat growing ever so fast and big.
I prayed that I would wake up. I demanded that I be let out of this dream and returned to my body where I knew I was safe.
As strange as anything I've ever imagined. I could see everything fading away and it was like I was being sucked into a vortex and I was leaving the world at an alarming rate. I couldn't grab a hold of anything. As much as I pleaded to leave this place, I regretted my wish. The unknown factor had once again taken hold of my mind.
As I woke up my world began to reclaim its place. Emotions were still oscillating between the dream world and the real world. And for a moment I could still feel the pain of what I had seen. I could still hear the echoes of the people pleading to be safe. I felt so hopeless.
By this time, I realized that I was in my bed; sweat dripping from my forehead. Her face is still imbedded in my mind. I can see her now, as I type this story. I can feel her with me. I don't know who she is, what she is or where she is. I'm not entirely sure it was a she either. But I know I felt her presence. She was in my dreams. She was calling out to me.