To start off, we were trapped in a grocery like store, for an offense that I cannot remember. Brenda was a cafeteria lady that trapped us with a whole team guarding us. Although the front door was locked we were compelled to never leave, never leave the "habitable".
We whittled our days in the store, there were never any customers, just people trying to survive. Brenda always served us food with one of the cafeteria ladies from Gonzaga. We always cursed their names in demands that we were going to get out.
Davidson, a curly haired random guy was always up to mischief. He would annoy his brother which was a guard in the place which would further his sentence. All the more reason for him to get out. Most notably it took 72 days to plant the trap that would get us out of the store.
Davidson was always breaking the lights and putting holes in the walls (although the never seemed to actually go out, probably a backup generator). He continued and most days he wasn't seen for the entire day.
There was also this other girl that I spent most my days talking to. It looked like the data analyst from a book I was making before I was sent here. She was also very radical of getting out.
The food here they served was odd. Most of the food was sloppy, which makes sense for a prison-like settlement. However the water was also weird. It had slight grains of certain particles I was unaware of. I asked Brenda why the water looks like this. She said "Don't worry, it's normal water," and would continue guarding the place like a watchdog.
There was also a day where I was working in the kitchen, although the day was quite hazy.
She kept telling me to keep cooking or to make the food better like how Gordon Ramsay would. I was pestered by her until I was no longer aloud in the kitchen.
Then the day finally came. Davidson's plan worked. The day of I was at the cafeteria window looking at the water. It was again all murky. Conveniently enough, it seemed that clean water was added first when refilled, then dirty water with some substance was added. I took a spoon and stirred it around. The dirt grouped ip together and I could see the clean water colour. When I stopped it looked dirty again. Again, I asked Brenda and she said the same thing as she always does.
I started to hear rumbling beneath my feet and the breaker, when I look to my left, is starting to spark. I look back at the water and I see that greenish water is at my feet. It's starting to rise. The water starts rising and I start to float. The cafeteria window seems to go up as the water rises. I turn around and I see these little neon green vines that grapple at my legs. Supposedly they're poison ivy according to Davidson since he yelled, "Yes! You're prison will now get covered with 72 poison ivies!". We the girl from the books grabs my hand and we both swim towards the entrance of the store which also seemed to rise with the water.
As we escaped, Brenda sneered "You'll always come crawling back to the "habitable.". It was me, Davidson and girl from the book. And we all decided to get as far away from here as possible. We walked across the parking lot and past it were giant wheat fields and a long road where we didn't know led. The stores next to the prison were closed down with metal doors saying "inhabitable". We ignored the stores and the cars and we went across the parking lot to see civilisation, or at least an intersection with tall office buildings on the side and a suburban area behind. We decided to go there.
As we approached the intersection, still relatively close to the store, the girl from the book asked a girl that looked a lot like Brenda if she could hitch a ride. I in return said "No! That's Brenda!" I didn't see her anymore as I turned around to see Davidson approached by this guy with a girls voice asking, "Are you that guy from Denver!" He replied with, "Yeah I am.". (To put context, Davidson is apparently a famous criminal in Denver). They then disappeared into the void. I turned around and this monster approached me, not enough to scare me, just enough for me to be shocked and wake up from the dream.
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Documenting Dreams
RandomDocumenting any dreams that come about. (I'll also see if thymes influence the story I am making sub-consciously)
