I finish recording my dream in about thirty-five minutes and then decide to flip though the pages of my dream diary, going over some of my more recent ones. A few nights ago, I was a man with severe anger management problems. His anger was what caused his death. To be honest, that was one of the most humiliating deaths I have ever dreamed. I still remember his, I mean my, death as if it was yesterday. I walked into my house after a long and stressing day of work. The first thing I saw when I walked in was hundreds of hand-picked flowers scattered all over our expensive rug. There were many different kinds of flowers, ranging from the plain weeds known as dandelions to beautiful and delicate roses. As I looked closer, I saw that many were missing petals, and that there were new spots all over the rug. When I came closer to examine these spots, I realized that they were flower petals rubbed into the rug. I couldn't contain my anger as the realization hit me. They ruined our expensive rug!! That damn rug cost a fortune and they completely trashed it! Now it wouldn't be worth even a fourth of its original price, they turned it into complete shit. I yelled out in rage for my daughters to come downstairs and explain this madness to me instantly. However, when they came down to explain, I wouldn't let them, I started shouting, it was uncontrollable. The words that left my mouth, they just kept pouring and pouring, and suddenly, I couldn't say another word. I thought I had lost my voice from shouting but it was more, all of a sudden my daughters started screeching, one turned around and run to grab a phone and started dialing, while the other started crying in between her yelling, pointing to something on the floor. I felt a sudden a pain seize my mouth, but I ignored it and went to look at what my daughter was pointing at. There, in the middle of the rug, lay half a tongue, half of my tongue. But could it be? Not truly, it must be some deception, I reached up into my mouth in a daze, it was true. That was my tongue. I would never yell again, for that matter, I would never speak again, I was now a mute. I was loosing blood quickly, and the realization was simply too much for me, I fainted. The next time I awoke, I was in a hospital, the nurses and doctors were running around me. Staring at me, giving me worried looks. When they found out that I had come back to consciousness, a grave looking doctor walked up to me and silently sat down beside my cot. She looked worried, I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I couldn't, she gestured with her hands and my daughters and wife walked in to the room. They were all crying. After everyone was there, the doctor began to explain the situation, "Since half his tongue is missing and the rest is partially scarred, he needs IV fluid for sustenance and medication until he heals. Unfortunately, his body is rejecting it..." I can't take it anymore, of all my dreams, this was one of the worst, I can't live through it again. It's just too much. I keep flipping through the pages of my diary, hoping to find an entry which will cheer me up. I know that death won't cheer me, but then again, I don't have to read the entire thing. I soon find the perfect entry to read. In that particular dream I was also a man, I lived till I was in my eighty's and I died a happy and peaceful death, with my loving family around me. One day, when I got home from walking my dog, I saw my wife had laid out flowers on the living room table. They were beautifully arranged, each flower perfectly corresponding to the one beside it, and on the stem, pink and blue pastel ribbons were weaved together, completely covering the green until about halfway up where they started showing more and more stem and eventually stopping a few inches below from where the flowers began. The colors of the flowers perfectly complimented and clashed with the pastel ribbons, bringing out the best aspects of all the colors. They were beautiful. I unleashed my dog, and went upstairs as quickly as my old legs would allow. Once I got there I took out my camera and went back downstairs. When we were young, me and wife worked together, we would agree on things we thought were beautiful and then we would set out to photograph them. Together, we were a perfect team of photographers. Most of our work sold as soon as it hit the market, but as we aged we weren't always able to get to the to the breathtaking places we could reach in our youth. We had made enough money from our previous trips, so we decided that we should retire. However, retirement did not suit is, and we would always find another job to do. We loved it. Photography was our passion. To this day we still do it. Each day we find things that make life the wonderful thing it is and take pictures, and whenever we can, we try to make the things around us as beautiful as possible. Recently, my wife has taken up painting, and decorating, her work is amazing. It is exquisite and taking photographs of her work brings both of us great amounts of joy. By the time I get downstairs, my wife is by the flowers, placing them in an opportune location for a photo-shoot. I take a few shots and ask her "what's the occasion?" She smiles, walking over to me and giving me a big hug, at the same time saying, "Oh, Isn't it wonderful? We're going to be grandparents!" As the I hear the news, a smile erupts on my face, this truly is wonderful! I've wanted to be a grandfather my entire life, and finally that dream will come true. My wife tells me that our son and his wife are coming over to our house in an hour to celebrate the wonderful news. I am extremely excited, I start setting up the table and getting champagne ready for the celebration. I even pick out special glasses that say congratulations. I can't get over this news, it's just so wonderful. Unfortunately, I never became a grandparent in that dream, later that day while everyone was at our house celebrating, I had a sudden heart attack and died. But when I was alive, everything was wonderful, and even my death was not painful, it caught me unaware and was instantaneous, The last thing I remember was smiling and enjoying myself with my family. That was a nice dream, if only all my other dreams were more like it. I look up at the clock to check the time, and see that It's time for me to head over to the liquid lounge. I get up from my desk and begin walking.
Okay, so im thinking of possibly adding some romance in here, what do you guys think, should I add some romance in? Or leave them friends? you don't know the guy who is make her have a romance with yet, but you'll meet him soon enough! Let me know! I need it for my next update, or the one after?
Romance is so common, but so many people enjoy reading it that you'd probably do best adding it. Although if you do it, pleaseeeee do it well. So many people here rush it or make it so horribly unrealistic. Best of luck in whatever you decide!
I think this is a really interesting concept, so if you do add it, please don't center the story on romance. It might be better to have romance as a sort of added-on aspect, not a huge part of the story.
Yup, thats what I was thinking of doing. Im not sure how it'll work out but I'll start writing it and we'll see
Our society lives in huge, white building complexes, each building complex is then separated into four sections. The four sections are named after each of the elements of Earth, the planet which all of us dream about. Those elements are water, fire, earth, and air. For some reason I don't know, The First Ones say that Earth is very important, they call us The Elements of Earth, and to further stress that fact, they separate each complex into the four elements. And when I say separate, I really do mean it, the only time are allowed see the other Elements is when we go to get food, but even then we are not allowed to speak. As you can guess, since I like questioning everything, I once snuck out of the cafeteria and went with The Fire Elements. Later, when I was found, I claimed to have an extreme headache and said that I was so dizzy that I thought they were Liquid Elements like me. They believed me, but I didn't tell the truth. In reality, while we were walking out of the cafeteria, a Fire Element guy noticed me and started to tell me that I was going to the wrong place, when he started saying this I shushed him and he quickly understood, keeping quiet until we were in the fire section. Once we got there he asked me "What are you doing here? This is the Fire Element section, you can get into so much trouble for being here!" Knowing I couldn't ignore him, and being too curious to pass up a chance to talk to a Fire Element, I replied: "I know, I know, but don't you ever get curious? Why do they keep us all separate? Why can we never talk to the other elements? I mean, don't you think there may be something they're not telling us?" As soon as I answered his face changed into a mask of worry, "come here, lets go to my room, I have the same suspicions and questions but I don't want to get caught talking about them in the halls. Lets go! By the way, I'm Matt." "Hi, I'm Alice," I answered and then I followed him to his room.