Dreams are often thought of as having meaning. I read once that they sometimes tell you about your life. But what does it mean when every dream is a new life? When each night you are a different person? When you witness your birth, your life, you have memories, a family, friends, when you see yourself grow up, make mistakes, make good choices, see those you loved die, and new people come into your life? And eventually see yourself die. Experience the pain, the feeling of dying, but instead of dying, you just wake up. It is morning and time for you to start another day. You open the curtains, the sun is shining and it is as if your dream had never happened. I know it never happened, how could it? It's just a dream. But somehow, I just cant help feeling that it is more. It has to be more. When night falls I know the same thing will happen. I will experience another life, I will be some other person and I will live another life in a dream. ______________________________ I decided that I want to try and write a story, hope you guys like it, tell me what you think!
It is night and again I am scared to fall asleep. I don't know what will happen. I fight a battle with my eyes, laying in the darkness. My eyelids try to close, but I force them to stay open. No, I will not have a dream today I tell myself. Sometimes I even last most of the night, but my eyes always win in the end and I slowly drift to unconsciousness... This time I am a girl and as usual the dream starts out all black. Slowly my head pops out and I can see a blur. I can't focus on any one object, everything is there but not there. It's like the feeling people with a giant eye prescription have when their glasses or contacts are off. I feel as if I am being lifted, I think someone is carrying me, but all I can see is a constant change of blurry colors.I try to move my fingers and toes, it works, at least i think it does. Next I move my hand, I try to move it in front of my face, success! And what more, I can somewhat see it. I can see its outline, I'm starting to be able to see. My childhood years pass fairly quickly. I take my first steps at two and my first word, my name Daisy, at three. My life keeps going. I have nice parents and an older brother, eventually I go to school. When I start going to school my memories get better and I can remember them more. I have bright red and curly hair. When I smile I have huge dimples, and I have a cluster of freckles on my nose. I am cute little girl, If I can say so myself. Friendship comes easily to me, and soon I befriend everyone at school. As we get older we start hanging out more and going to parties. That is how I die this time. If only Daisy would have agreed to skip one party. __________________________ It's a cliffhanger! You will find out how she dies in the next update. enjoy
Remember, this is all a dream _____________________________ It's 8 pm, well into the evening and the sun has just gone down. The party is only four blocks from my house so I'm planning to walk there. I go into the mud room to check my hair and make up one last time before I leave. My makeup and hair look good. There's not a hair out of place or a smudge on my face, I open the door and leave. There are two different ways to get to the party. I can walk around the park and then a few more blocks, or I can cut through an alley and be only half a block away. I'm very excited to see my friends, so my decision is easy! I'll take the shortcut through the alley. Little do I know how big of a mistake I made. Halfway through the alley I feel like I'm being watched. I don't see anyone or anything because it is pitch black, but somehow, I feel a presence. A cold chill runs down my back and I decide to walk a bit faster to get out of here. As I walk, I hear a sound on my right. I try and focus on what it is and finally I see a dumpster, at the same instant a strong scent of alcohol hits me and I realize that those sounds were just beer bottles being thrown away. It must have been someone throwing out their trash. I keep walking. Suddenly, from behind the dumpster, ten guys jump out and start running towards me. My first reaction is to run, I run as fast as I can but I'm not fast enough, soon two of the guys catch up to me. One of them puts out his leg making me trip, while the other quickly duct-tapes my mouth shut. I struggle, I'm terrified of what they might do to me. I start punching and kicking, trying to somehow get away, but it all has no use. The other guys finally catch up and they duct-tape my hands behind my back so that I wouldn't try and get away again. Then, one of them comes up to me and tells me that I will regret trying to escape. He proceeds by taking a knife out of his back pocket. Im terrified! What are they going to do to me? Why does he have a knife? I try to scream, to ask them to let me go, but everything I say becomes muffled by the duct-tape on my mouth. They all laugh at my attempts. The one with the knife smiles a wicked smile and comes closer to me. I detect the smell of alcohol on his breath and realize that all of them are completely drunk. He takes the knife, still smiling, and lightly scrapes it on my chin and cheekbones. "What did I tell you about struggling?" He asks me, and then he starts pushing the knife harder, taking skin off as the knife moves along my face. The pain is excruciating and I can feel blood dripping down my throat. I can even taste some in my mouth. It's nauseating. However, my ten captors find it hilarious, they all start laughing even harder, some say "not so pretty anymore, huh? But don't worry, you'll still work." Work? Work for what? All the possibilities start flashing through my head, all of them horrible. As the scenarios flash by I start loosing consciousness from all the blood that I lost. The last thing I remember is them tearing of my clothes, cutting me more, and then starting to rape me. Suddenly, everything goes black.
I wake up gasping for air. I try doing a few breathing exercises to calm myself down, but they are all to no use. I start repeating over and over that it was just a dream, trying to convince myself it wasn't real. But somehow, I just can't stop feeling as if it was more than just a dream. The dreams always seem so, so, so.... real, each one is extremely detailed and when I awake I still have the feelings I had in the dream, I remember all the people, our plans, laughs, anger, love... I remember everything. I just hate it when in the dreams I die a violent death. I prefer it when I grow old, have kids, grandchildren, and eventually die peacefully from age. Those are the best dreams. Of course I wouldn't mind not dying each night, but that's inescapable. STOP. Okay, stop! I need to get up and stop thinking about my dreams. There's no point in thinking about them. I need to get out of bed and continue with my day. I get up, open the curtains, and the bright, warm light streams into my room warming the air as it enters. Once the room is nice and bright, I go to the clothing station and pick out a suit to wear. I pick a baby blue suit with a slim-fitting white tee-shirt. The sweater, which is the top piece of the suit has my ID embroider in a pretty violet color, it reads #3301 .The material is soft, and as always, the suit fits comfortably. I proceed to the bathroom where I brush my teeth, wash my face, and put my blonde hair up in a high pony tail. I fasten my ponytail with a violet hair tie to match my suit. Once I'm done, I open the door and proceed to the breakfast area.
Idk, man. For guys I like the name Jayden or Shane. Or Finn. You should use the name Sammi. It's my name.
This is kinda what I imagined #3301 looks like, just there would be a whit tee-shirt under the sweater and her hair would be a bit more honey blonde, like this color: