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Dreamstate

by merrina o'malley 2 years ago in fantasy

Do our dreams really end?

I opened my eyes slowly. The harsh sunlight surrounded me, and I squinted through the unkind light. I groaned and rolled on to my side, relishing the warm, fuzzy blankets wrapped around me. I knew that the light from my window wouldn’t permit me to sleep any longer, so I sat up begrudgingly. My head throbbed. It felt as if a 500 pound weight had been placed on my head. Everything hurt almost as if I had been thrashed around in a tank full of water for hours on end. Ignoring the pain, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt around for my slippers on the floor, but I couldn’t find them.

Bracing myself for the cold stone floor, I stood up. A shiver ran through me, a harsh comparison to the warm cocoon I had been inside of just moments ago. I walked over to the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned over the table. Then, I proceeded to turn on the warm water, and grab my favorite lavender face wash. I emptied some into my palm and rubbed my hands together until it formed a thick, silky lather. I slapped it on my face and went to work, making sure that every pore was perfectly cleaned. I blindly felt around for my face towel on the hooks next to me, hoping that I hadn’t grabbed my hand towel again. I really need to fix that sometime. I looked at my reflection to admire my work, and was surprised when I noticed a small mark on my arm. It was small and didn’t seem too deep. There seemed to be no remnants of leftover blood either. I carefully traced up my arm until my fingers reached the edge of the wound, and my vision began to spiral. I wobbled in confusion, as my bathroom materialized into a dark mess of air and nothingness. My ears rang and I felt as if I was inside of a spiralling tower of wind. It looked like I was stuck in a scene from the Wizard of Oz. I was treading on nothing, and the air around me threatened to drop me to the ground if I tried to escape. I frantically reached out to see if there was anything to grab on to, something to save myself, but my attempts were futile. My hair whipped around my head, and my vision was almost completely absent. My heart raced in my chest. I was in a state of confusion. Was this some sick dream my brain had miraculously concocted? It couldn’t be. I just woke up.

I had little time to think before a black animal-like figure came hurtling at me through the tunnel leaving an ashy trail of smoke in its wake. It was dancing in the air like a dark ballerina, prancing from one place to the next. Its big taloned claws and burning eyes flew across the dark tunnel towards me, and before I knew it, it was rearing its embered head right in front of me. It clawed at me and I couldn’t even move. Its talons ripped through my skin like old paper. I screamed in pain, hoping that the animal would leave me alone. Before I knew it I was left falling, falling towards something that wasn’t even there. I couldn’t see the ground, and my focus was on my arm. The throbbing of my newly acquired wound overcame me, and my mind went blank.

...

I was now engulfed by blackness. Complete, and total dark. My breath began to quicken. I had no idea where I was, and I couldn’t see a thing. I tried to grab the air in front of me, but instead was met with a water-like resistance. How am I breathing then? The liquid-like-substance around me was warm, and it felt as if I was back beneath my blankets, but in no way did it make me feel calm. I tried to swim in the direction I thought was up. After all, if this was water, I should be able to. I had no idea if I was actually moving, and I had no clue as to where I was going. I just wanted to escape this twilight zone and awful nothingness. I continued looking around as I went, searching for a sign of anything.

After a tedious amount of swimming, I started to see some light above me. It cut through the water like prismatic ribbons, and burnt my eyes, even though I knew it should’ve been a consolation. I kept on kicking with my legs, and soon became tired. The light wasn’t getting any closer, and the water felt thick like freshly mixed cement. I stopped for a moment, but I knew that my energy wasn't going to magically come back in a few minutes. I wouldn’t lose hope now though. I took a deep breath, looking around again when I did.

A small gold glint in the distance caught my eye. Perhaps it’s a fish? I hadn’t seen any fish the whole time I’d been under the water though. It was moving closer to me, faster and faster, and an alarm went off in my head. There was more than one “golden glint”, and it occurred to me that I was looking at a net. A very large net that happened to be sweeping through the water towards me at concerning speeds. Judging by its shape and depth, the only way I could escape it was by going up. I frantically paddled upwards. My hands and feet were useless now, as they barely even grabbed at the water. The net seemed to be moving at supersonic speeds as it got closer to me. I was in full panic mode right now. I could barely breath and adrenaline was pumping through me faster than a cheetah running to its prey. That's what I felt like, prey. All of the sudden I felt the harsh rope grab ahold of me. It pulled at my legs and my hair became wrapped around its checkered twine. I was left feeling totally powerless. I protested against its rough arms, and then decided to give up on struggling. The rope was beginning to rub away at my skin. I would’ve yelled to see if someone heard me, but I knew there was no one to yell to. The net continued to drag me along in the water. The liquid pushed me further into its grasp.

After being dragged through the water for what seemed like forever, the net began to close in on me. I was lifted into the air, and my lungs began to burn. I coughed violently until the pain subsided and I was hovering over a boat. I could hear cries below me, and I tried to get a look. My head wouldn’t budge. My hair was completely tangled in the net. All of the sudden I was lowered onto the deck, and the air was knocked out of me. It took a second for me to figure out how to breathe again, but I couldn’t speak. I tried to scream or speak or anything. Nothing.

Heads started to crowd over me. Some were gaping in awe as if I was a species they had never seen before and others looked at me in disgust. It was loud and my head was already throbbing from the impact. A loud voice floated above the others and they all backed away. A man with dark, grey hair stood over me. He looked to be about 50. His skin looked like leather, and he smelt of salt. Probably from all the years he had spent out at sea. He examined me, and I squirmed under his gaze. He motioned for someone with his hand, and another man came over. This time he had something in his hand. He gave it to the man who was standing over me, and I felt a small prick in my neck. Everything started to smudge together, like a ruined oil painting, and then it was lights out again.

...

The first thing I heard was a high-pitched beeping sound, and how cold the room was. I shivered and tried to open my eyes but it felt as if they were weighted. I felt around, noticing that I was on top of a cold, metal table. A sharp pain in my right arm, jolted me out of my drugged state, and I forced my eyes open. White light flooded into my retinas, and it burned for a few seconds. I had to blink to regain my vision. The ceiling and walls around me were completely white. The type of white you see at psychiatric hospitals. The type that drives people insane.

In my left arm was a needle with a long, snaking tube attached to it. The liquid was yellow, and it was steadily pumping the thick liquid into my blood. I strained my neck to see if I could see anything else. I was wearing nothing, and my legs were wrapped in restraints. I tried to make a noise, but again, nothing came out. The beeping became faster, and I realized it was my heart beat.

A buzz sounded through the stale air. I looked to my left, and someone came in wearing a white suit with a small patch of plastic over their face. It covered them head to toe, as if they were trying to protect themselves from a disease. Their footsteps echoed in the small room as they came closer, and they rolled over a metal table to the side of me. I couldn’t see what was on it because it was above my head, but I knew that it could be nothing good.

They pulled out a device and spoke into it with a deep voice that was clearly a man’s, “commencing test one.”

He pulled a long cotton swab off of the table and forced my mouth open with his cold, gloved fingers, carefully swabbing the inside of my mouth. He removed it and slipped the cotton swab into a plastic tube, and set it back on the silver table. That wasn’t too bad, I thought to myself.

“Commencing test two.”

He took another long tubular thing off of the table, and I immediately recognized it as a needle. The metallic tip leered at me, taunting me with its potential. I hated needles. I tried to make a noise and resist him when he grabbed my arm. I thought I had won when he receded back, but instead he held up the device again.

“Calling in backup assistants,” he said. On no.

Another buzzing noise came from the door and two more people dressed in white suits came in. They immediately grabbed hold of my arms, and I wriggled in their grasp. Despite my struggling against them, they proceeded to strap my arms and chest to the cold table. One went to each side of me, and the man slipped the needle into my skin. Like an oversized mosquito, it sucked my blood up into the clear plastic, and the man set it on the table. The two people by my sides scurried out of the room bringing the two tubes with them. Why were they testing me? What was wrong with me? A tug at my hair jerked me out of my thoughts. The man had taken one of my hairs.

“Testing is completed.”

Phew! Is that all that they need from me? I knew that wasn’t the last of it when five people came in wheeling a tank full of water though. It sloshed as they stopped, and I noticed that these people were much bigger than the people in the white suits. Not just tall, but under their black suits I knew they had more muscle. One of them stood on each side of me. This can’t be good, I thought. They took off my restraints and grabbed a hold of my arms and legs, putting on cuffs while they were at it. I tried to resist, but I didn’t know where I’d go. Plus these people were at least two times stronger than me. I gave in, and they slipped a stretcher under me. They then proceeded to connect chains to each corner of the stretcher. I was lifted into the air, and next thing I knew it, I was back underwater.

There was a familiar burning feeling in my lungs. Like that moment right before you drown. I frantically thrashed around in fear that I may actually die, and I banged on the outside of the tank. I felt like I was about to lose consciousness, but couldn’t do anything to resist the water’s hold on me. I succumbed to its grasp, and just as soon as the burning sensation had started, it stopped. It filled my lungs like the first breath of air after being stuck inside a hot, sticky room. My vision came back to focus. While I had almost drowned, they had put a giant cover over the tank with a few small holes that let the light in. I felt around to see if there was any way to get out. The tank was slippery with no ridges to grab on to so I could climb out.

The tank suddenly started moving again. I was washed around in the water. I tried to protect my head from the hard walls of the tank with my arms, and I could already feel the bruises forming. Then everything stopped. Where am I? I tried to see if anything was visible through the small holes in the cover, but outside of me was too dark. A huge clicking noise rattled my tank, and then there was a thump. Then, a much smaller click. An engine started, and I instantly knew I was in some sort of vehicle. Where am I going? I thought. The car started to move, and I slid back in the tank.

My back was now flush against the cold material, and I could feel the bumps in the road. It was calming after all the events that had happened earlier, and, in an instant, the sleep I had been neglecting washed over me like a sweet lullaby.

...

A harsh throbbing in my head woke me up. I had slid over to the other side of the tank which meant that the car had stopped again. The back door was opened and light flooded in through the small peep holes of my watery prison. There were loud, demanding voices outside, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying as their voices were muffled through the thick outer wall of the tank. I prepared to be sloshed around again, but was surprised when they were much more gentle.

The water in the tank had finally stopped moving, and the covering over the top was removed. The glass was crystal clear, and I looked out at hundreds of people. Most of them were older with fancy clothing adorning their figures, and they all held notebooks in their hands. They were all staring at me with laser beam eyes, and I could almost feel the heat. Some were furiously scribbling while others were staring in awe.

I didn’t like this. I didn’t like it all. I’ve never been one to like giving a presentation in class, and this was much worse. This was my worst nightmare. Being the center of attention that is. Suddenly the people had moved closer. Their faces were stacked on top of eachother, blocking out any light from the tank. They were dark and contoured faces with red beady eyes. Their teeth were sharp like the ravenous animals that roam in the forest at night waiting for their prey. Their voices echoed in my head, and drowned out any thoughts of my own.

“I’d never thought that I’d live to see such a freak of nature as this one.”

“What an ugly beast.”

“I’d love to do some testing of my own, those government lab geeks don’t even know how to properly use a needle.”

No. No. No. No. No. Please stop.

“How could this monster even live on my Earth?”

The words grabbed at me with talons and beaks, and they ate me up leaving nothing behind. They consumed and resonated throughout every single cell of my body.

“How did they even find this bottom-feeder? They should’ve kept her at the bottom of the ocean.”

I opened my mouth to scream and nothing came out. No bubbles. No sound. I was hopeless. The faces around me were closing in, and getting louder. They started to spin and morph together as one loud noise telling me that I’m a freak and I don’t belong here. The words welled inside of me and I pushed at the glass. It cracked, and I hit it again. My knuckles began to bleed, but I kept hitting it, desperate to escape the mocking calls of the people around me. My hand was close to completely broken, but I hit it one more time. The water spurted out from the crack, and the pressure of the tank caused the whole thing to explode. A mixture of glass and water whisked me away, and my ears were still ringing from the voices. It was all too much. A black figure came swooping down from the ceiling at that instant. It was the same one I saw earlier. It grabbed me. It’s sharp claws tore through my skin, and its dark clouds enveloped me. Once again there was nothing. I was nothing. And my world faded to black.

...

I opened my eyes slowly. The harsh sunlight surrounded me, and I squinted through the unkind light. I groaned and rolled on to my side, relishing the warm, fuzzy blankets wrapped around me. I knew that the light from my window wouldn’t permit me to sleep any longer, so I sat up begrudgingly. My head throbbed. It felt as if a 500 pound weight had been placed on my head. Everything hurt almost as if I had been thrashed around in a tank full of water for hours on end. Ignoring the pain, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt around for my slippers on the floor, but I couldn’t find them.

Bracing myself for the cold stone floor, I stood up. A shiver ran through me, a harsh comparison to the warm cocoon I had been inside of just moments ago. I walked over to the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned over the table. Then, I proceeded to turn on the warm water, and grab my favorite lavender face wash. I emptied some into my palm and rubbed my hands together until it formed a thick, silky lather. I slapped it on my face and went to work, making sure that every pore was perfectly cleaned. I blindly felt around for my face towel on the hooks next to me, hoping that I hadn’t grabbed my hand towel again. I really need to fix that sometime. I looked at my reflection to admire my work, and was surprised when I noticed a small mark on my arm. It was small and didn’t seem too deep. There seemed to be no remnants of leftover blood either. I carefully traced up my arm until my fingers reached the edge of the wound, and my vision began to spiral.

fantasy

merrina o'malley

just a small town girl with a passion for writing anything and everything :)

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