Dream Diaries

Night Trial Record 1: Blood on my hands.

How would you react if you randomly woke in a random scene? Imagine being in you zone; fast asleep in a dark paradise and waking up feeling good as new? Well, some of us are not so lucky. When I open my eyes after falling asleep, I am somewhere else entirely. No peaceful blackness, no good nights sleep, no nothing. Sleeping for me is really like traveling to another place, an evil place where violent events take place. Almost like your mind testing how you would act in certain situations where your life and possibly someone else's is on the line. Would you run off and let the other person fend for themselves; it is only a dream, right? Or would you be a hero and risk yourself to make sure the two of you got out alive? To me, my dreams and nightmares constantly test me, and a peaceful nights sleep is something that has always been out of reach.

When I opened my eyes for this nights trial, I was in a car going down an extremely unnaturally narrow road. It reminded me of the dirt roads that are at campgrounds, except the trees were on the very edge of either side of the road, like it was made for only our car to travel down; a one way road to the unexpected. I looked to my left to see my boyfriend driving the car in silence. There was no rock music playing on the radio, only the sound of the car slowly moving along, the headlights making our path bright. In the back of the car was my younger sister Julia who for once wasn't glued to her phone. She wore ripped jeans and a flannel, and didn't say a word, and neither did my boyfriend. I slumped back in my seat and everything continued to stay silent for a while, until my phone started to buzz in my hand. I flipped it over in my palm to see one of the new friends I made at college, Kendra, FaceTiming me. This was very out of the ordinary because we typically didn't talk unless we were making plans to hang out. I picked up FaceTime and started to say "Kendra let me regular call you, I'm almost out of data so-" when her ear piercing screams cut me off. "Kendra whats happening?!" I exclaimed as she ran and continued to scream on the other line. "Someones trying to kill me! You have to help me Taylor, you have to help me!" she shouted and I looked up to seeing Kendra running towards the car. When she saw us, she turned around and started to run the other way. "No Kendra come back its me!" I shouted into my phone and Joe (my boyfriend) stopped and I yelled at him to unlock the doors and let Kendra in. She jumped in the car and slammed the door and we continued to drive on.

There was absolutely no way we could turn around, so continuing forward was our only option. Eventually we made it to a town, where the roads were normal again.I kept asking Kendra who was trying to kill her and we needed to call 911 no matter what, but she kept telling me that she didn't know anything. Maybe now wasn't the best time tone pestering her with questions, because she seemed extremely distressed. Eventually we wound up in a restaurant where I found my father sitting at a table with a man in a green checkered flannel and a green shirt underneath. He was in his mid fifties, and had a slim but wrinkled face. At the sight of him, Kendra froze in her place. "Thats him.." she whispered and I marched right up to the table. "Dad how could you be sitting with him!?"I began, "This is the man who tried killing Kendra!" My father just looked at me and shrugged, almost like he didn't care. I spun around to find that Kendra was no longer standing behind me, and the man in green was no longer sitting with my father. I ran towards the back where the kitchen was and flung the doors open to find four blonde overweight women surrounding Kendra, and they didn't look so happy.

I ran in front of her, and demanded what these women wanted from us. The one who seemed to be the leader said she worked for the man in green, and Kendra and I were both wanted dead. "But why?" I asked while scanning the room for possible exits and weapons I could use to get us the hell out of here. The fat women became enraged when I asked that question. "Why? he wants you dead thats why." the head women said.

"You girls are so skinny and pretty, its not fair!" Fatty number 2 said.

"You made no effort, you get everything handed to you and we haven't. You can't just get away with it." Fatty number 3 said. Fatty number 4 just stood there and nodded her head in agreement while each women spoke. I looked around completely astonished, and eventually my eyes wandered to the knife holder before finding their way back to the angry eyes of the head fatty. "But you guys can look like us too! If you're motivated enough. And we are all beautiful here, you are all beautiful." I said and slowly reached for the biggest knife without breaking eye contact. The second I did, the head fattys face was inches from my own when things seemed to go in slow motion as I stabbed her right in her fat face. Seeing that time was still frozen, and the stab to the face did nothing, I drug the blade against her throat and blood exploded everywhere. Then in slow motion, I slit each of the other fattys throats and handed Kendra the bloody knife. "Let's go!" I shouted and grabbed a metal pole and we got the hell out of there. Nice try fat bitches, but you can't kill me.

Everything went black, even when I opened my eyes to find myself back in my dark room. I looked at my phone to see it was only three in the morning and I sighed with relief. Another test that I had survived, but deep down I knew there would be more to come.