Stuck in a Dream

Thrill

This dream is fine for all readers. I personally find this one fun to write.

I was at a college. It was sundown, and all the students were going to to their dorms... in a huge tree that looked to be seventy-five feet wide and one-to-two hundred feet tall. The only way to get up the tree was to climb with a harness on and the only way to get down was to scale the side. It was common sense not to be on the ground after dark. There was some kind of danger and considered suicide if you were on the ground during the night.

I walked to the tree with two people and we looked up. "Hey! Over here, I'm open!" I looked over at the boy and he was looking directly at me. He looked kind of nerdy, but his arms had a good bit of muscle. I walked over to him and he pushed the glasses on his nose up causing me to laugh softly to myself. He secured me in the harness and I started climbing. "Don't worry! I have you" He called as he secured the rope and helped pull me up.

I smiled for a reply and got up into the tree at about twenty five feet up, the first stop. I walked around the tree and looked out into the trees. I could feel its danger. It made me shiver at the thought of people actually going into the terrifying woods. The setting sun created an eerie shadow over the ground and I was thankful to be safe.

I pushed off the wooden railing and walked inside. It was a medium sized room with a couple students. My youth pastor was relaxing in the chair and the boy who helped me up was sitting on on a chair laughing with another person. I walked over to the bed in the corner and sat on it to join in the discussion.

We had talked for what felt like hours before the boy from earlier, the youth pastor, and one other college guy stood up with crossed arms and walked over to me. I was laying on my side and the looked at me. "Yes?" I asked. The boy from earlier sat next to me as the youth pastor made the first move to speak.

"Okay, if you had to choose, what would you pick that was better? Suicide, singing worship, or the actual service? Choose one!" He said. My mind worked quickly.

"Well, I would have to say that suicide is out. That is just wrong" I knew the third guy was a suicide prevention guy. As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, the suicide prevention guy nodded and walked away. My mind clicked that the boy from earlier liked to sing, and the church service would be the youth pastor. My mind froze then because I knew they were making me choose between them.

"I... uh" I completely shut down. What kind of result would the choice bring? I knew I liked the boy more than the youth pastor, but did I like the boy in a romantic way?

"Come on... you know your answer" The boy playfully taunted. I bit my lip and the boy poked my side and tickled me. "You like the singing the best!" He tickled my feet and I rolled over in laughter.

"Stop!" I squeaked in laughter. He was smiling down at me and I looked to the youth pastor.

"You like the service right?" He asked. Of courses I thought the service was most important! But if this was a choice between two people, I would choose the boy.

"I uh... I like... what makes the service the most interesting in the beginning?" I asked hinting that I was choosing the boy.

"We need a direct answer" The youth pastor said. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings I would hate to do that! I couldn't hurt someone like that! I repeated myself and the boy leaned down closer to me.

"I know what you're trying to say, just say it" but I couldn't. I couldn't hurt the youth pastors feelings!

Suddenly, It was dawn and I needed to leave. I got up before anyone else and moved to the harnesses. I secured myself before feeling a hand on my back and a person leaning down to speak in my ear. "Let me help you" The boy whispered, causing me to shiver. I jumped over the edge and he held onto my ropes as I let myself down. It was like being on a zip line headed straight for the ground.

I hit the ground and began to walk. A rising feeling distracted me and I turned to look all around. What was this feeling? Why wouldn't it go away? Suddenly it hit me, I liked the boy, but I never told him. I felt like beating myself up for not choosing him. I didn't make a choice, but it would be better to make a choice rather than not making one at all. I internally chose him, but I wasted my opportunity.

"Military building" I murmured. It clicked in my head that he was in the military. Immediately, I went into a frantic search for the military building to find him. I had to tell him, or I would never forgive myself. I was so upset that I didn't tell him.

"This way" Someone called. I looked over to see a woman and a college guy getting into a glass elevator from a door entering a building, but the elevator couldn't go up. Despite my better judgment, I followed the woman into the elevator. Immediately, the elevator shot up into the air and I reached my arms above my head as if it would hold my body in place.

"What is this?!" I cried. The ride slowly started to drop and I felt my stomach drop with it. The elevator started to spin. There were no harnesses to hold us in place. The only restraint was to hold my hands above my hand and hold onto the air.

The college guy screamed out as he lost his balance and fell down to the floor of the elevator. My grip on air above my head was the only thing keeping me from crashing around the elevator like a rag doll as the elevator spun, lifted and dropped. It went into a flip and I screamed feeling the harsh pull of gravity trying to throw me. We swooped down by another elevator before lifting back into the air and spinning while we dropped.

The elevator stopped and I jumped out and ran down the street. I was stumbled to a halt and looked up. I was right in front of the military building. My heart felt like it was exploding. I ran into the building and looked around frantically. I took a running step and crashed into a body. Arms wrapped around me to stop me from falling and I looked up. It was the boy.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked. I was lost in his eyes for a moment before snatching his shirt to pull his face down and kissed him.