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It all started... nine years ago.
Nine long years...
What has transpired between now and then...
Happiness...
Hell...
Strangers and friends, entered my life...
Faded away...
Family members, passed away...
Bonds forged...
Friendships lost...
My tendency to remember dreams is something of a science...
Dreamer's Science...
I had this dream nine years ago... I'm surprised I had never written about it on my diary til now... I could have sworn I'd written about it before...
That I had a dream such as this one baffles me. How could an eight year old envision something so surprising and horrific, even subconsciously?
I don't think I have ever told anyone about this dream...
Let us take it back... back nine years ago... not a trip into memory, but memory of the subconscious mind...
The memory... of a nightmare....
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Michelle and I sat and talked animatedly in the back seat, while Valerie-Michelle's mother, merely smiled contentedly in the front seat.
Finally, we arrived at our destination.
We all got out of the car, and Valerie stood before us, smiling at us.
Two girls, so cataclysmically different, best friends since diapers.
She left us with a smile and these instructions: "Be back by this time and no later, or I'll leave you here!"
"Right!" we two responded, and as she drove away, we turned to each other and made an agreement with out eyes alone.
"If we lose each other, have as much fun as we can at this amusement park as we individually can, then meet each other here before the time Michelle's mother alloted us."
We ran off, but as time went on and we went into separate buildings, we lost all track of time. Suddenly, we saw scary people everywhere... people that wanted us for their soups... for our blood...
Not knowing where my young life-long friend was, I took refuge in the vents. At some point, I thought I saw her climbing up a stairway-to her doom or to freedom and a car ride away from this place, I do not remember.
*tries to wipe the tears that came up when she remembered the scary people.*
I must have crawled in those vents for hours... my young body was tired, and in bad need of an energetic sprint in the outside, but my young mind was afraid that I would be captured, killed, or never be seen by friends family ever again.
The only things that kept me from being bored in the vents were witnessing what the scary people did. One woman, in one room, all alone, cackled as she swirled the end of what looked to be a broomstick or mop stick in a large black cauldron... In another room, I saw children being lined up by the scary adults...
But the next room was what motivated me to find a way to get the ******** OUT OF THERE.
To my ears came a small sound. I was curious, and moved to the next vent opening to see what made the sound. What I saw next from my hiding place in the vents has plagued my mind ever since and still does...
At first, it looked like a regular shooting range. Men, some in cowboy hats, laughing, drinking, making merry, while a companion shot his bull's eye.
Only then did my eyes witness that horror...
My young brown colored eyes folloed the aim the next man was taking. It took every bit of my will not to gasp out loud or react too loudly when I saw a little asian girl, quite possibly no more than one year of age, all dolled up as a loving mother might do, and she was holding a sign that begged in her stead for her to be loved.
It took my soul to keep me from screaming as the man suddenly had his aim an dpulled the trigger, blowing up the girl's head and killing her, while his companions laughed and the belt that the child was sitting on moved so that the next target, a little white boy, could come into center.
I had seen enough.
I moved on, tears falling freely and a small yelp escaping when I heard what I now recognized to be gun shots firing.
By some miracle, I found my way out of the vents. I was back at the white gazeebo- back to the place I was before, back to the place we were supposed to meet. When we had arrived, it was bright day... but as I stood there, it was a cold, dark night... How long had I been IN there? I wondered to myself briefly, though more important was to find Michelle and wait for Valerie.
But I had no idea what time it was, and it seemed like the time that Valerie was supposed to pick us up had gone and past.
There were about three scary people, but they seemed to be preoccupied with other things, and not with ideas of harassing small children.
I stood at the gazeebo, crying out for my friend and that friend's mother.
What if they had left together? What if the scary people got Michelle?
What if Valerie came and didn't see us, so she left us here like she said she would?
"Michelle...? Valerie?
MICHELLE? ... VALERIE?!
... Mom...."
I couldn't and wouldn't stop the tears that ran down my face as I screamed for my friend and my own mother.
The camera pan of my dreamer's point of view panned away, showing the darkening, closing amusement park, with so few scary people outside, and little me, all alone, under the one light near the white gazeebo that sat perched on it's hill, and me sitting at the foot of that hill, crying as the lights of the only lamp went out, leaving eight year old me in the darkness, quite honestly all alone.
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From the time I woke up, that nightmare has haunted my memories, although I have not since then had anymore dreams about men shooting babies. ;~;
Which is the part that really got to me, other than being abandoned by my then friend and her mother..
 Sakura Moonflower · Mon Jun 27, 2005 @ 11:01am · 0 Comments |
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