It began with a sci-fi city and an announcement that the citizens feared. It was a place full of crime and deceit. Her name was Thesla. She was new to the world. She was told, the key to survival was to never give her name. Upon exiting the place in which she was spawned at, she meets a man sitting on the ground. They look at each other first, waiting for the announcement to end. She looks at his tag. The letters on the tag flash and flip until the name becomes Norman. He looks at hers. Quickly, she creates a name. Ursula. He knows it’s not her real name and she panics. She runs back into the alley in which she came from and he chases after her.
I, the viewer, do not see what is happening. There is a struggle between the two and she emerges, extremely wounded.
Crowds of people rush in fear. I was amongst those people, running with my sister at the helm. She quickly sees Thesla and offers her help.
We carefully took her by the arms and escorted her with precision and speed. We rush into a market that I’ve been to before in my dreams and I am then so sure of myself.
“Food, we’ll need food.”
But we were in the aisle of chips.
“Trail mix or… Chex!” I let go Thesla, jump for the food on the higher aisles and return to their side.
We rush to pay. The cashier space looks like the other times I’ve dreamt of it. We seemed satisfied with everything we picked up. Though I hadn’t seen it, there were first aid kits and such within our grocery. I try to pay, but my wallet refuses to open. I look to my sister in a hurry.
“Me again?” She complained softly.
She pays still as she knew that we needed to go.
We exit and I don’t realize my sister has changed. She is no longer looking like herself, but looked like a best friend of mine. Or maybe she was there, but I’d already forgotten that she was. She was not holding Thesla. She was frantically looking for her car, our escape. My two other friends are there. They are holding the grocery bags.
She sees her mom’s car. She doesn’t refuse to go on it, but she also doesn’t offer. I think to myself, is her mom out there somewhere in need of it?
We look around together until finally, I get tired of it because we have a hard time looking when bunched together and are unable to move much. So, I hand the bag to [Madison]. She is surprised.
“I’ll go take a look. Stay together. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
As I prepare to dash off, we meet a girl that I and my sister had apparently met earlier, though I can’t remember much of that meeting anymore. She smiles and offers to help, sticking close to my friends and nodding when I told them to stay on guard.
I run back and forth, through entry ways and looking past glass windows and fences, but I don’t see it. I’ve run so much I decided to return. A man from my peripheral vision follows me, first with his eyes then physically. I know he is behind me and I think of ways to defend myself.
Some time in the midst of my worrying, I remember my brother is in the school nearby. I worry about him because I don’t know where he is and how he’s doing. I take out my phone and hurriedly dial for him, keeping in mind the man following me.
The moment that stranger is only an inch away, I attack. This moment repeats itself on its own until I’ve perfected my defense and he is knocked back. Roundhouse kick next. Faking a head butt that throws him off as he tries to dodge.
A man not too far off held a gun and watched us fight. I take it from and he willingly gives it. I shoot it but the recoil is too great and I fly back. The guy is on the floor, undead as he talks to the guy about how great my performance was.
The dream ends there as I awaken from the heat of the summer sun.
Anyway, I was really sure of myself through out it all because I’ve been to that place before and I’ve fought there before plenty times. Though, this is the first time I’ve ever finished a fight. Also, I’m pretty sure I had more dreams leading up to this big one, but I really can’t remember any of them. Something about a house I always feared in my dreams, but then later on in my life, I was able to enter it and meet one of the nicest old men I know. Something about running around a neighborhood. More protecting and fighting, I think.