I did not usually hate dreaming. It didn't usually matter to me either way. Although I did feel numb, I could always tell when I was dreaming. So long
as I kept that position, I could always separate my dreams, from reality. Witch meant that my train of thought never had to end. It was true that I
couldn't move (sleep paralysis took care of that) but it didn't matter, as long as i could still control myself. But that night, I lost all control.
The dream started like any other. Meaning less shapes and colours, with a face or two thrown in. More shapes, triangles, rectangles, rectangles,
rectangles? What? I tried to imagine squares. Yes, squares.......And the squares came, but inside the rectangles.......This shouldn't be happening.
The rectangles were getting bigger, bigger and more intricate. Details started to appear inside the rectangles and squares. I recognized the shape at
once, buildings? And now the buildings were getting closer, closer, bigger, bigger. And around the buildings there started to form new shapes. Irregular
shapes. Big and small irregular shapes. And around these shapes, colour started to fill in. A mixture of colour. Orange and pink with a little purple.
The sky? A sunset sky. The buildings were still getting bigger. And on the roof tops was a figure, Shaded in black and grey. But it wasn't him. I do not
know how i knew that, it just wasn't. It was wrong, the figure. It didn't look right. Too tall, far to tall to be a human. I tried to wake, I wanted so badly to
wake. This scared me. Not the figure or the approaching buildings, but not being in control. But the dreamer wouldn't let me wake. The dreamer had
other plans. The buildings got closer and closer. The figure got larger and larger. Larger and more detailed. And i could see it now. No, it wasn't
human, with its large grey head, and skinny midriff. And I could see now why it was so tall. it hovered over the ground with the two large black wings
on its feathered back. Not human..... what was it? But the dreamer didn't give me time to think, he continued on, faster now. I wanted to wake, I had
enough of this. Then the dreamer did something I wasn't expecting, he hovered right down to the rooftop of the figure. But this was wrong, I couldn't
feel the ground, i couldent feel anything. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see the figure. Sudden fear engulfed me.
want to see the figure. But the dreamer gave me no option. My head unwillingly turned and faced the figure. A broad smile was the first thing I saw, a
broad smile and......those eyes. The figure looked at me as thought it already new everything about me. Those eyes.......
But the figure and I were not alone....... A boy, standing on the roof top directly in front of the figure. I was shocked to see him there..... I was so out
of controle, I couldent even see what was right infront of me......
The boy didn't seem to notice me standing there. His long-ish brunette hair covered his ears. Dressed in a brown school uniform and holding what
looked like...... an apple? He tossed it back to the figure without looking, his eyes fixated downward. The figure devoured it happily.... or at least,
I thought it was happy. It always wore a smile....
But the boys gaze remained downward, looking off the rooftop, towards the blackness beneath.
the dreamer's gaze followed his, but before it reached its destination, I caught a glimpse of something, something black in the boys hand.
A note book.
The dreamer did not stop until his eyes were fixated on what the boy seemed to be looking at........ something falling through the blackness.
A man. With naturally black hair.
L
Without warning, the dreamer lunged after him, and now I was falling. Faster, faster, faster. The figure gave one cold, throaty chuckle.
I was horrified, but the dreamer didnt seem to notice. He kept chasing, ruthlessly, relentlessly, until L was close enough to touch. He was falling
with his back to us. We did not see his face until it was far too late. The dreamer reached for him and....
Strawberries..........
The overwhelming sent of Strawberries.
The man turned. No......NO!
Fear, panic, and.......those eyes..... This was not L. This was far to vile a creature to be L.
His face was wrong, mis-shaped.
Strawberries....... he smelled.....of strawberries
He smiled, but like his face, it was wrong. Murderous, demonic.
I could feel panic, but it was not my own. The dreamer was panicking. The dreamer wanted to get away. He tried to get away, but......
Something......stopping us... holding on to us.
The dreamer looked down. This.....creature was holding us, refusing to let go.....
Fear turned to all out terror. Panic turned to mind blowing confusion.
He was dragging us..... down, down, down to the blackness beneath.
stop.............stop..........STOP!!!
I woke with a start. Light penetrated the beige curtain with no problem. The room was well lit. My room. Toys lined the floor so thick that the carpet
was rarely seen. Definitely my room. The sound of muffled voices coming from outside.
" Mello please! Think this through."
" Ive made my decision, don't try to stop me."
I dared to peek through the window. The sun was bright, I winced. Big black spots formed in front of my eyes. I rubbed them and tried again.
My eyes cleared up just in time to catch a flurry of gold enter a large black Sudan. Matt was standing on the other side. Just about to get in as well.
"Oh Matt, Please! I'm begging you."
"No can' do coach" was all he said before entering. And without further ado, the car drove off, leaving a trail of dust and exhaust in its wake.
I let the curtain fall, and looking down, I noticed something.
I was still holding the jar of smelly, mouldy, rotting strawberry jam in my hand.
And the perfect Old English initials were staring right back at me.
BB
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