Is this Rare?

Chapter 19

I'm flipping and twisting down a tunnel of darkness. Down the path to another dream. Or, what I suppose is a dream. Honestly, I don't know what real and what's fake anymore. There isn't any way to tell. What about everything that has happened in the last day? It's to much to remember. To much to think about. It's all just to much. Completely overwhelming.

I am alone in the dark room, laying on the cold wooden floor. Alone. All alone. That is, until I hear a faint scratching metallic sound. It sounds like a key being shoved into the door and then a loud distinct click followed by silence. The heavy wooden door is slowly pushed open: scraping noises come from the direction of the door. Three dark figures, which I'm nearly sure are people, enter and being wandering around. I only see the shapes of them, not their faces, because of the shear darkness. They wander around the nursery, bumping into the walls, and muttering short conversations. I understand next to nothing, but I have somehow figured that they are calling out to one another and some comments saying they are not sure what lie waiting for them in the darkness of this unfamiliar room. Flashlights are clicked, clicked, and clicked again. But, they never spark or light. All around me I hear voices and shouts, but I can't move or speak in this nightmarish, slogish dream. I'm motionless when a thought comes to my mind.

Jennifer. I can hear her voice. Can't I? I mean, we all agreed earlier that it's not easy to imagine things, let alone the sound of a such distinct and familiar voice. But, I guess, it is possible. I've heard their voices in my dreams before. I don't know. I don't know anything right now.

Then, I hear Ann. Now, I am almost convinced. Well, convinced and very concerned. This isn't a dream. But, part of my very confused. Every since yesterday, or before then even, the day we arrived actually, whenever that was, it's like my life has been flipped and shaking around. Nothing good is happening. Nothing good has happened! My friends are missing. I have been unconscious multiple times. I've almost been kidnapped and murdered. We've met the strangest characters. And, what was with that burned grass anyway? I don't know what to believe anymore. Is this real? Could I just be dreaming? If I am, this is a long dream and it's so terrible, that I do not ever want to experience again. I might not ever recover from these memories. The dreams, the feelings, the pain. Everything. I won't forget, none of us will. Even if this is just a dream it will never leaving the back of my mind. From the time I return to New York, to graduating, to the day I get married, I won't forget. Ever.

Moments later, my thoughts are cut off by a flashlight bulb coming to life and flickering on: right in my face, but I can't open my weighted eyelids. Some more conversation is exchanged and I hear my name mentioned several times. Unsure of what happens for the next few minutes, I lay helplessly in the darkness, still on the cold wooden slats that make up the floor.

The next thing I know, my arms and legs being lifted and my weight being supported by some force. I'm dragged out of the darkness and draped back onto the floor, but this this time, there is a blinding white light behind my eyelids. Someone shouts and it sounds as if someone tackles another to the ground. They scuffle, I think, struggling for an unknown reason. They both get up and make yet another exchange of words that I can't understand. I'm picked up again and carried down the steps, I can tell by the clomping of feet on the uneven ground. Once my saviors reaches the last step, it continues into another room. Carefully, I am draped on the couch.

Later, I can feel something, or someone rather, moving me into an upright position in the rocker. That's were I stay, in my dreamland, until my eyelids are functional and I will eventually wake up. I think. But, right now, I can't be certain about anything that has happened in the past two days. My mind is going in circles. Unsure and uncertain, but all I know is that everything is wrong and twisted around.