Dreams Don't Mean A Thing
L.A. Sway
A warp of colors swam through his mind. Dark figures passed quickly, their faces unseen. He suddenly saw sand, then the green of a jungle, then snow. He floated from destination to destination, just a collage of pictures of places he had never seen. A young women appeared before him, her dark hair falling in front of her brown eyes, pistols clutched in her hands. He heard her laugh, and then shake her head as if she was disagreeing with something he had said. Her face suddenly vanished, and a dark room appeared. He could hear screams, people calling out for help. He felt lost, and then she appeared again, except this time she was dead. Inside her hand she clutched a tiny object. He took it slowly from her fingers and turned it over slowly in his hands. It was some kind of circular object, markings on all sides. As he ran his fingers along it, it began to glow a furious white. He dropped it, feeling it burn his hands. And then he heard a scream, and all went dark.
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Lara Croft, adventurer and archeologist stared down at the one thing that truly caused her fear. Winston's cooking. Her eyes ran over it, and she cleared her throat. "What is it?" "Why, lady Croft, it's my famous carrot surprise soup!" Lara managed a smile, "mmm, looks delicious!" she lied, running her spoon through what definitely did not look like soup. I cant imagine what the surprise is, she thought. Winston smiled, pleased with his accomplishment, and waddled out of the room. Lara watched him go, then laughed to herself, in the past few years, Winston's cooking was becoming much of a mystery. She stood up from the table and walked over to the sink, pouring the orange concoction down the drain. She brushed away the dark hairs that had fallen in front of her face, already bored in the early afternoon. The humidity outside was beginning to become unbearable. Lara glanced over at a pile of a laundry on the kitchen table, and spotted her swim suit. A swim seemed nice on such a hot day.
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Jack Donavay splashed some cold water onto his face, glancing in the dirty mirror. His dark brown hair was mess and he was in desperate need of a shave. He couldn't sleep, his mind still swimming from the dreams he had just awoken from. He rubbed the back of his neck and walked into the kitchen, peering through his empty refrigerator only to find a few week old containers of Chinese food. He glanced at his watch, 3:30 in the morning. This city was still busy outside his apartment window, the honking of traffic and the far off music of late night clubs rung in his ears. New York City never seemed to sleep. He sat down on his couch, and clicked on the TV, surfing for something interesting. He finally settled on some late night gossip show, talking about who Julia Robert's latest beau was, and that Kate Winslet was suffering from an eating disorder. He let out a sigh, and rolled his eyes. "I really need to get out more often." He said aloud, running his hands through his hair. Suddenly an image of a young woman appeared on the screen, the announcer beginning to speak, "Lara Croft, famed archeologist, seen this past week at Galvin Neago's charity ball, which benefited starving children in Africa, was escorted by a Mr. Christian Mancale, could this be the beginning of something? We think not, as Lara Croft is not the likely type to commit. Now on to the star's favorite places to shop." The TV. blared on, but Jack was immediately drawn by the image of Lara Croft. She looked so familiar. He hopped up from his seat and ventured over to his lap top, typing in Lara Croft at google.com. Several news articles appeared, speaking of her exploits and discoveries. Jack stared at his computer screen for a long while, her image so seemingly familiar, yet he could not place his finger on it. Those brown eyes, dark hair, he felt as if he had seen her a thousand times. Suddenly it clicked in his mind. His dream, the young woman, that was her. He rubbed his eyes, how could he dream of someone he had never seen before in his life? After a long while, he clicked off the computer screen and shook away the memory of the odd dream, after all dreams don't mean anything.