I woke up to find myself in the middle of nowhere; or so I thought. I was actually in the middle of some street. There were homes running up the whole street. The amazing thing was that I wasn't lying in the middle of the street I was actually lying in my bed. I don't know how this could have happened. I fell asleep as usually on the small cot next to Donna's bed. I thought that maybe I was just dreaming this and if I closed my eyes and reopened them then I would find myself back in Donna's room; but I didn't. I really was lying in the middle of the street in my bed.
The worst feeling in the world is the feeling of being lost. You don't know where you are and there's no one around to help you. The feeling of being lost is just as bad as being alone. I wish Donna was here right now. She would know what to do. How am I suppose to know what to do? I don't even know where I am.
As soon as I got off my bed, it vanished. I looked around for it; but, it was gone. This was getting way too weird for my liking. I thought to myself. I started walking down the street. I looked all around for a way out of this endless neighborhood. I noticed that the whole neighborhood was gated in. When I finally found my way to the front entrance, I also took not that it was gated in as well. I walked up to the front gate and I noticed that there was a signing say Point Place Gated Community. Point Place Gated Community. I yelled. This can't be Point Place. I have never seen a community gated in before in my life. I don't recall there ever being a gated community in Point Place before. Why would you want to be barred in from the outside world? I always thought that people hated it here. I kept looking out the gate in hopes of escape when I noticed something come speeding up to the gate; it was a car. This was no ordinary car though. It looked like something from the future. It was small and shiny and there was something weird coming out of it. The man in the car rolled down his window and I could finally make out the weird noise; it was music. This wasn't ordinary music; this was also something from the future as well. The guy that was singing wasn't really singing. He was like talking really fast to really fast music.
"Hey lady could you get the out of the f*cking way. " He said.
"Excuse me!" I replied.
"Get out of the way or I'm going to hit you." He said.
He must be the owner I thought to myself. Once he opens the gate I'll ask him to please let me go. I got out of the way and I noticed that he had some sort of card in his hand that he swiped through some sort of device. This was too real to be true. Once he came in he rushed passed me. I tried to stop him but he yelled bitch and drove off. The gate immediately closed and I was stuck. I decided to walk around to see if I recognized any of the homes. The wind started to pick up and I began to feel. I can't begin to describe how much I was missing my bed at this time. I must have come to the end of the neighborhood because when I got up this one street there were no more houses except for one. I walked up to the mailbox and noticed the name Burkhart on it. I knew of no other Burkhart's in Point Place other than my family. The house was bigger than my own and from the outside it virtually empty. There was not a single car in front of it. I walked up to the front of the dark abandoned house and peered in. From what I could tell, there was no one home.
I don't understand how I knew but for some reason I knew exactly where the extra key was hidden. I went to the side of the house and removed a loose brick and grabbed the key. I walked back up to the porch and opened the door. Now I usually don't ever go into another person's house like this but at the same time I've never been so attracted to a house in my life. I opened up the front door and was immediately greeted by the fresh scent of Lavender. Whoever owned this house had good taste. The first thing I noticed about this house was the floor. The floor wasn't any old floor made out of tile and carpet. The floor was wood. In fact, the whole house was made up of wood all the way up to the stairs. I closed the door behind me and went into the kitchen. The kitchen was bigger than my own kitchen. I didn't understand; when my family used to live in my house together, we always had servants all over the place. This house was ten times bigger than my old home and there wasn't a single person here. I was beginning to think that no one lived here until I went into the living room.
There were so many devices in there that I didn't even recognize. When I went up to the T.V I noticed that there was a box on top of it labeled D.V.D player. What's a D.V.D player? When I went over to the radio I noticed that there were these little cases lying right on tope of the speaker. I opened one of them up and I found a small tiny record inside the case; it was made out of metal. Now what would you do with a small tiny record made out of metal. You can't play those on a turntable. I walked back over to the table inside the living room and noticed papers scattered all over the place. I picked up one of them and read it.
Plans for a perfect community by J. Burkhart.
1. All Children are to be indoors no later than 4 o'clock and no later.
2. All teens are to be indoors no later 6 o'clock and no later.
3. All adults must be home by 8 o'clock and no later.
4. No single families aloud in the community.
5. No previously divorced families aloud in the community.
I could tell from the list that this person must own this community. I couldn't figure out why the rules were so harsh. I thought that was all the rules but when I picked up another paper I found out that I was wrong.
1. Everyone will be friendly and nice to each other. No exceptions.
2. Everyone will meet every Saturday and Sunday and worship together. No exceptions.
3. Everyone will wear proper attire around the community.
4. Bed time is no later than 11 for the adults and no later 9 for the kids.
5. Everyone is to celebrate and take part in all community holidays. No exceptions.
When I looked around I notice some sort of machine that was sitting on a smaller table next to the desk. I touched the tiny control next to it and up popped a screen. The screen had a title that read Point Place Gated Community Check IN. There was a list of people with check in times and check out times. There was a column for late times and there was another column that added up the total amount of late times. Why would somebody want this much control over a community. I also found on another paper that the ultimate goal was gated communities around the world. The paper said that each gated community would have rules and order. I also found on the table a map of Point Place. The map showed the rest of Point Place in Gated Communities. The rest of Point Place couldn't be in a gated community that would mean my house was in a gated community. As I continued to look at the map, I heard someone outside the front door and quickly found a closet to hide in.
"I didn't leave this door unlocked when I left this morning." She said.
I quickly recognized the voice; it was mine. I heard the woman coming closer to the closet and I quickly hid in one of the boxes. When she opened it instead of putting her coat away she came inside the closet and turned the light. I was so busy trying to hide that I didn't even notice that the closet was the size of my old room! She sat down on the far side of the closet at her desk. I peeked my head out to see if I could see her. I was stunned to find that the woman sitting at the desk was me. She looked exactly like me except for a couple of wrinkles. Her hair was even darker than mine own. She got on the phone and started ranting and raving. While she was talking, she said the year was 2003. How could the year be 2003? I was just in 1978 not too long ago! If it was 2003 that would explain everything. The woman quickly got up and turned off the light and closed the closet door. After she was gone, I heard go upstairs and slam one of the doors shut. My bed soon appeared again and I quickly got out of the box and back into the bed.
Jackie closed her eyes and fell asleep. She hoped that by the time she woke-up the nightmare would be over; but...the bed had other plans and it traveled once again deep into Jackie's future.
The worst feeling in the world is the feeling of being lost. You don't know where you are and there's no one around to help you. The feeling of being lost is just as bad as being alone. I wish Donna was here right now. She would know what to do. How am I suppose to know what to do? I don't even know where I am.
As soon as I got off my bed, it vanished. I looked around for it; but, it was gone. This was getting way too weird for my liking. I thought to myself. I started walking down the street. I looked all around for a way out of this endless neighborhood. I noticed that the whole neighborhood was gated in. When I finally found my way to the front entrance, I also took not that it was gated in as well. I walked up to the front gate and I noticed that there was a signing say Point Place Gated Community. Point Place Gated Community. I yelled. This can't be Point Place. I have never seen a community gated in before in my life. I don't recall there ever being a gated community in Point Place before. Why would you want to be barred in from the outside world? I always thought that people hated it here. I kept looking out the gate in hopes of escape when I noticed something come speeding up to the gate; it was a car. This was no ordinary car though. It looked like something from the future. It was small and shiny and there was something weird coming out of it. The man in the car rolled down his window and I could finally make out the weird noise; it was music. This wasn't ordinary music; this was also something from the future as well. The guy that was singing wasn't really singing. He was like talking really fast to really fast music.
"Hey lady could you get the out of the f*cking way. " He said.
"Excuse me!" I replied.
"Get out of the way or I'm going to hit you." He said.
He must be the owner I thought to myself. Once he opens the gate I'll ask him to please let me go. I got out of the way and I noticed that he had some sort of card in his hand that he swiped through some sort of device. This was too real to be true. Once he came in he rushed passed me. I tried to stop him but he yelled bitch and drove off. The gate immediately closed and I was stuck. I decided to walk around to see if I recognized any of the homes. The wind started to pick up and I began to feel. I can't begin to describe how much I was missing my bed at this time. I must have come to the end of the neighborhood because when I got up this one street there were no more houses except for one. I walked up to the mailbox and noticed the name Burkhart on it. I knew of no other Burkhart's in Point Place other than my family. The house was bigger than my own and from the outside it virtually empty. There was not a single car in front of it. I walked up to the front of the dark abandoned house and peered in. From what I could tell, there was no one home.
I don't understand how I knew but for some reason I knew exactly where the extra key was hidden. I went to the side of the house and removed a loose brick and grabbed the key. I walked back up to the porch and opened the door. Now I usually don't ever go into another person's house like this but at the same time I've never been so attracted to a house in my life. I opened up the front door and was immediately greeted by the fresh scent of Lavender. Whoever owned this house had good taste. The first thing I noticed about this house was the floor. The floor wasn't any old floor made out of tile and carpet. The floor was wood. In fact, the whole house was made up of wood all the way up to the stairs. I closed the door behind me and went into the kitchen. The kitchen was bigger than my own kitchen. I didn't understand; when my family used to live in my house together, we always had servants all over the place. This house was ten times bigger than my old home and there wasn't a single person here. I was beginning to think that no one lived here until I went into the living room.
There were so many devices in there that I didn't even recognize. When I went up to the T.V I noticed that there was a box on top of it labeled D.V.D player. What's a D.V.D player? When I went over to the radio I noticed that there were these little cases lying right on tope of the speaker. I opened one of them up and I found a small tiny record inside the case; it was made out of metal. Now what would you do with a small tiny record made out of metal. You can't play those on a turntable. I walked back over to the table inside the living room and noticed papers scattered all over the place. I picked up one of them and read it.
Plans for a perfect community by J. Burkhart.
1. All Children are to be indoors no later than 4 o'clock and no later.
2. All teens are to be indoors no later 6 o'clock and no later.
3. All adults must be home by 8 o'clock and no later.
4. No single families aloud in the community.
5. No previously divorced families aloud in the community.
I could tell from the list that this person must own this community. I couldn't figure out why the rules were so harsh. I thought that was all the rules but when I picked up another paper I found out that I was wrong.
1. Everyone will be friendly and nice to each other. No exceptions.
2. Everyone will meet every Saturday and Sunday and worship together. No exceptions.
3. Everyone will wear proper attire around the community.
4. Bed time is no later than 11 for the adults and no later 9 for the kids.
5. Everyone is to celebrate and take part in all community holidays. No exceptions.
When I looked around I notice some sort of machine that was sitting on a smaller table next to the desk. I touched the tiny control next to it and up popped a screen. The screen had a title that read Point Place Gated Community Check IN. There was a list of people with check in times and check out times. There was a column for late times and there was another column that added up the total amount of late times. Why would somebody want this much control over a community. I also found on another paper that the ultimate goal was gated communities around the world. The paper said that each gated community would have rules and order. I also found on the table a map of Point Place. The map showed the rest of Point Place in Gated Communities. The rest of Point Place couldn't be in a gated community that would mean my house was in a gated community. As I continued to look at the map, I heard someone outside the front door and quickly found a closet to hide in.
"I didn't leave this door unlocked when I left this morning." She said.
I quickly recognized the voice; it was mine. I heard the woman coming closer to the closet and I quickly hid in one of the boxes. When she opened it instead of putting her coat away she came inside the closet and turned the light. I was so busy trying to hide that I didn't even notice that the closet was the size of my old room! She sat down on the far side of the closet at her desk. I peeked my head out to see if I could see her. I was stunned to find that the woman sitting at the desk was me. She looked exactly like me except for a couple of wrinkles. Her hair was even darker than mine own. She got on the phone and started ranting and raving. While she was talking, she said the year was 2003. How could the year be 2003? I was just in 1978 not too long ago! If it was 2003 that would explain everything. The woman quickly got up and turned off the light and closed the closet door. After she was gone, I heard go upstairs and slam one of the doors shut. My bed soon appeared again and I quickly got out of the box and back into the bed.
Jackie closed her eyes and fell asleep. She hoped that by the time she woke-up the nightmare would be over; but...the bed had other plans and it traveled once again deep into Jackie's future.