The lush golden blades of grass felt crisp under my bare feet. As I walked around I saw that I was surrounded by this unusual feild which stretched as far as I could see but it was the horizon that really struck me.
The sky was completely black; I mean pure starless night black with absolutely no light. In fact it may have been the work of the contrast but it seemed like all the light was coming from the ground. It was like standing on one of those artist's light board things only it had golden grass growing from it.
Startled by an oddly soft but strong bell like sound, I turned to see something off in the distance. It soon made me realized that the meadow was the second weirdest thing here. I think the thing was an animal of some kind... maybe, it was relatively formless like a solid cloud that coincidentally looked like something.
It was as white as snow, with four... I'm guessing... legs? That somehow allowed it to walk without disturbing a single blade of grass, a swan like neck with a softly featured head that housed a pair of bright lavender orbs.
It had three... um... extra bits that I had to tilt my head at, as if for some reason it would help me understand this peculiar spectre. The first protrusion was coming from what I assumed was a forehead with a shape so sharp it was cutting through the blackness of the sky.
The other two were placed on either side and while they started off relatively solid but softly dissipated at the edges. As it moved I noticed that it seemed to leave a multi pastel coloured smoke trail which kind of reminded me of an angel fish swiming.
Then it noticed me and as it slowly started to unaggressive wonder towards me. The world seemed to shimmer and if I had to put a feeling to it I would say it was like a computer reloading an image.
'WEEEOH! WEEEOH!' The alarms were almost deafening as these flashing red lights suddenly rose from the ground as if they were buried there for some reason. If you were to ask why I ran at that moment I wouldn't be able to tell you but I did.
Now don't get me wrong, it didn't seem dangerous nor did it move in some threatening way and it wasn't like I was afraid of it for some inexplicable reason. In fact I wasn't scared at all, not of that thing or this place but I still turned and ran.
The next footstep I took was in sand. I stopped and looked around; the entire golden field was now a silver desert and yet I wasn't scared or even the least bit concerned at the sudden scene transition.
Like the field this place had a short of 'feeling' to it. The field had kind of feeling liking to having a hot drink on a cold day, invigorating but relaxing at the same time. The desert on the other hand was more like the cool side of a pillow meeting a hot ear, a relaxing serenity that readied you for sleep.
The white creature wasn't here but in its stead stood another. This one had the same relative shape only it was slightly smaller and it a different colour scheme. Where the other was white, this one was a shade of midnight blue so dark it would almost blend into the sky if it wasn't for the sparkling blue trail it left.
The orbs were just as bright as the other's, though instead they were green. I had to shield my eyes from the spotlight like light as its gaze shifted to me. When it began to approach me the world shimmered again only this one was more violent. 'WEEEOH! WEEEOH!' The alarms rose up again, they sounded louder this time almost angry.
For some reason I decided it to start running again but as I turned I tripped on a blue plastic bucket and fell into the blackness.
I woke with a thud as my body bounced in my bed just like it does when I wake from one of my falling dreams. It doesn't happen often and usually the cause was always something small like pavement not laid right or in this case a bucket.
I learned that I managed to wake up just before my alarm had the chance to go off which has always been my favourite way to wake up. Not so early it lets me think I could get another five minutes but not late enough to get jolted up by the alarm. I felt it had a nice balance to it and I always liked it better if there was a pattern to things which is the main reason I always snack and sneeze in twos.
I itched myself as I sleepily walk to the bathroom for my morning relief. I realised that if I leaned against the wall just right I could fall back asleep and just let gravity do the job for me. After I brushed my teeth and the minty freshness fully slapped me awake, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen. I idly turned the TV on though it was really just to have some sound while I ate my cereal which I always have dry and drink the milk separate.
When I was done with breakfast I got my work clothes together and spent half an hour doing nothing. After snacking on a couple of carrots and taking a swig of diet coke I headed out for the bus stop. I was greeted with a grey sky and strong winds which made putting my thick brown coat on a bit of a task. It also made flying difficult for some birds that were sort of reduced to hovering in one spot.
The bus was late as to be expected, making my standard five minute space I give myself completely futile. While on the bus I let my mind wonder thinking back to the dream had. Now truth be told it wasn't the weirdest one I've had.
That title belonged to the one were all forms of transportation were being carried on the backs of normal sized turtles which for some reason four out of six were evil. Then I was in the army to fight wild hamburgers, the one that was chained up for study broke free and attacked me.
As for the creatures, they were same level as the lava girl with big gauntlets and a lion's tail who hatched out of a lamp. Just below them was the Great Dane that had the fur and tail of a fox. 'Eh the two were probably remains from my pokemon days' I shrugged to myself giving it no second thought.
While on the bus I contemplated general existence and perception. 'Well can't it be said that all things exist just not on the same level as our perception' I thought to myself as the bus hummed, stopping to let people get on or off.
'I mean our minds make the world around us by what our senses perceive and if something altered that information, then there's no real difference between that and altering reality. Hell for all we know it could be the other way round and it's our minds shaping reality though isn't that what a dream is?' I paused asking myself a question that I have no answer for but still found it fun to think about.
'So when a thing is imagined isn't it pulled into that level of existence? When you imagine how it looks, sounds, feels, smells and even tastes. How is that any different to anything else that exists? So considering those thoughts, can't the notion of non-existence be compared to the notion of Impossibility? Where the only factor that prevents them from being negated is time? Something thought of impossible becomes possible as soon as someone figures out how to do it and something can only be non-existent if no one has imagined it yet'
I managed to snap myself out of things just as my stop came up, I got off the bus, made my way to work and seeing how it's completely mind-numbing I'll use this time to explain myself... and maybe think about time travel.
Hi my name is Jonathan Dae, I'm 23 years old, british, brownish blond, depending on the light my eyes are either blue or green and I live on my own in a simple flat. My life is your regular life nothing special, with no particular hardships that I care to remember or at least want to consider hardships. I mean there's always someone who's worse off so what right do I have to complain?
I'm a boring person, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't go out with friends and when it comes to friends I really don't have any. I mean I've had friends but I sort of grew out of them or simply failed to stay in contact and I just never bothered to make new ones. It wasn't as if I'm antisocial or anything like that.
I get along quite well with the people, at work I even joke around with them but in the end they're just people I work with and I have no problem with that. Although I do remember that even when I tried to be in a group of friends I always felt sort of detachable, like I had an air of unnoticeably around me.
Seriously I could be in a group of friends in town and I could leave, go to the toilet and grab two sausage rolls from the local pastry shop. I would then come back to the group and they would think I somehow magically materialised the rolls to my hands.
I don't know why this happens, it just does. Maybe I'm simply too lazy to make friends or to make any noticeable contribution to the group but I do know it does a number on the self-esteem.
Anyway my work mostly consists of clearing and cleaning tables as well as cleaning anything that a restaurant (that's a part of a general home store) uses to serve food. Yeah it really does say something when the bus ride is the most exciting part of my day.
I left my work stuff in my locker before leaving. It's Monday and I washed them yesterday so there's no need to worry about it yet. I stopped by the pastry shop while walking to the town bus stop and picked up two slices of ham and pineapple pizza to tie me over until I got home.
Oh if you can't tell yet I have a decent appetite. I honestly don't know why I'm not as big as a house, I'm 6'2 with a broad build and I am overweight but not enough to be considered fat I think.
My bus ride home was uneventful as usual but as I got off I noticed the name that some buses have just above its door. This one was apparently called 'Royal Sovereign' though it wasn't coolest one; there was this one the bus called 'Iron Duke'. Another was called 'Emperor' at which point I imagined me riding a flying Caesar like a surf board, though I don't think it would end well because I'm terrified of heights and can't surf.
The bus also had a travel agent add on the back of it. It had a pair of kids who were way too happy at some fake beach, though what really struck me was that one of the creepy kids held a blue plastic bucket.
Well that's weird though it wasn't the first time, sometimes I dream TV episodes or of a certain situation or conversation and they happen that day. I shrugged it off; I don't really place any stock in it.
It's just mild entertainment to break up the day; it doesn't mean anything to me. I mean if you think about it they're all explainable, like I could have seen the bus add before, forgot it and my subconscious reminded me.
The weirdness started the second I began to walk home. I felt strange like I was walking in a dream, I couldn't feel the ground beneath my legs, like I was walking on clouds or a treadmill. A sudden wave of panic came over me as a shiver ran down my spine. I breathed shallowly, my eyes frantically darted around trying to find something that might help.
I stopped walking, feeling like I could stumble over at anytime so I supported myself by placing my right hand on a tree. 'Wait I'm mixing things up; there are no trees on the path to home only lampposts.'
I close my eyes and held my head in my free left hand in an attempt to keep calm and collect my thoughts but all that rivalled my panic was how weird using my left hand felt. On top of it I felt nausea, a lot of it. I was reminded of when I was ten and reading a book I decided to wash my second apple down with a can of diet coke while being driven to grandma's house. It did not end well.
Concentrating on the solid thing my hand was on, which despite my mind telling it that it was on a lamppost did not change the fact it felt very tree-like. After my queasiness subsided I opted to open my eyes and yes it was in fact a tree with many other trees behind and in front of it.
Looking around I found that I have severely wondered of the beaten path or any form of path for that matter. I'm not the outdoorsy type by any definition, so when I find myself in a foreign forest it's quite worrying. Especially when you currently have the coordination and the sense of direction of a bat that's both drunk and deaf.
I stumbled through the forest in a dizzy stupor, everything just a blur as my eyes coul- 'wait' my mind warned as a snap sounded 'Was it me? No... wait, maybe?' Right now I'm confused. The queasiness returned angry for some reason and my eyes could not focus if my life depended on it, as if they were just rattling in my head.
'Another Snap!' my panicked mind alerted me, my eyes darted round this time I caught a blur of yellowy orange. I didn't know why but I needed to run, I didn't know why this was a bad orange thing but something call it guts, instinct or whatever. Right now it was the most coherent thought I had and considering what my eyes focused on, I really should listen to it.
My queasiness increased as my first thought was 'why is that gorilla wearing a lion costume?' Looking past its blood thirsty eyes, sharp fangs, forelegs that looked like the result of massive steroid abuse, crimson mane, showed small batwings and a scorpion's tail.
'How the hell is it possible that something is so well designed to kill?' From its appearance I can assume it's a strong carnivore with poisonous aspects. Though its wings did look a bit too small to fly but it could probably use them for a speed boost or something.
And that boys and girls is the first time I have ever projectile vomited, the next thing you'll read is one of my most profound thoughts I have ever had.
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Luckily it must've thought that it was some kind of attack and the time it spent rushing itself clean gave me the opportunity. I needed to put some distance between us. I actually felt better after throwing up, clearer if that makes sense or at least clear enough to leg it out of there.
I ran hard, the fastest I've ever ran, seriously everything was a blur to me... I mean a good blur not I'm-about-to-puke blur. I didn't even glance back I just kept running, I mean what else I'm I supposed to do? 'Climb a tree? IT'S A CAT WITH FREAKING WINGS!' Using my arms to blast through any branches in my way, then I saw it.
'Yes!' a clearing 'fine-fricking- lee' my mind elated in hopes that a clearing hopefully led to some form of civilisation. I looked behind myself and saw no sign of the thing; finally things are starting to pick up.
No forest, no lion-gorilla-bat-scorpion thing 'if it had human head I'll call it a manticore, I mean the tail fits and I can recall the time I got into mythological creatures when I was a kid, still am though, curiosity and all. I think some versions had wings.
'In fact you could think of the man face as a ape face and gorillas are apes, hence the lack of tail and whatever it was it did had gorilla features no matter how few though I would of preferred an ape face than bone crushing arms.'
Wait I'm forgetting something... oh yeah, I'm unconscious right now, yep my body just seemed to crash as soon as I was safe. Oh well what can you do? As I drifted out I think I heard a soft "oh my" not that I can do anything about it but you know it's nice that someone cares.