Thursday, 3 November 2011
06:11:59 PM (GMT)
Gloomy field surrounded by a large stone gate. Rain clouds cast a grey over the
It was large. Everything was large. The grass, flowers, trees, all was as if I was
I struggled with the people who were with me to climb the flowers and trees.
The area was called "Nothing" due to the fact that it was just a field. Nothing but a
However, on the other side of the large stone wall was a great castle.
So large that it made you feel intimidated. It was made of black stone but instead of
looking foreboding or frightening, it looked sleek and beautiful. The stone it was
made of was smooth and reflected the storm cloud light. The large circle of stained
glass that was set within the stone of the castle was created with pastel colors that
were harmonious with the dark of the stone.
The field was not large in scale anymore and rather was home to a grey and white
manor that looked beautiful in contrast to the colorful grass and flowers under the
However, before entering the manor that I owned, apparently, I chose to exit the
field through a small gate under the lake. I entered a children's play area full of
bright neon colors and active people. It was humid and in an enclosed area rather
than the open sky in the field. I was put onto a fast paced ride with someone who
looked as if they were going to be sick. I struggled. I don't remember why but I
remember a struggle.
A man, strong. He pulled me from the child's area and back to the manor. It was
gloomy inside but the furniture was rich with earth tones.
He pulled me to the bed and attempted to persuade me into sleeping with him. Over and
over I said no but he kept pushing. Never truly physical but in my face constantly
about it. I ended up hitting him at one point but to my dissatisfaction, it did
Eventually, I started feeling scared. He wasn't literally scary but something about
the situation made me want to run. There was something weird about him.
A disease, known by a couple elderly women that had come over for tea in the dining
area. They talked of their husbands dying, saying "the flakes, the flakes" and
staring into space.
The man from before opened a handheld box and showed the contents to the women who
gasped in shock. The grin on his face was malicious as he kept the contents from me.
Outside, the yard was no longer gloomy but instead was my front yard from my house in
the conscious world. I was sitting in a lawn chair with a couple of my friends when
the man came out. He threw water balloons at everyone outside and I was hit. I was
suddenly transported to a cobble street with the same gloomy look and large gothic
cathedrals made with grey stone. I was blonde and repeated "the rooms", pulling a
strange yellow energy from the cathedrals and appearing to eat it. A couple times
this happened before I came to in the front yard. My hands and forearms were covered
in orange as I looked up at the tree to see purple water balloons stuck in the
branches. The man had been throwing balloons full of the very disease discussed
earlier, infecting everyone in the yard. I was the only other person who knew.
In the manor, I had some people over. While they were talking to the man, I planned
my escape. My safety from the man. Everyone in the manor had a key. The keys were a
foot long and beautiful. Made of silver, they were braided, giving them a very
elegant look. I found a way to get the keys from everyone in the house and store them
in a chest in my room. If I was the only one with the key, I could lock the man out.
I knew the only way he would exit the manor was to use the bathroom (for reasons I am
unaware of, he went outside to pee). If I waited until he left, I could lock the
doors and I could finally be free of him. Of course, I realized that wouldn't do
anything as he would simply use the many many windows the house was equipped with to
get in. If the windows were locked, he would break them. And I couldn't risk locking
him out if he could find a way in; he would be enraged if he knew what was happening
and I sensed that he would probably hurt me. So I had to keep my intentions a secret
from him and my friends (who seemed to be taking his side).
The keys were no longer my focus. Instead, I would go home. I would go home to my
mother. I went into my room and grabbed a small bag that had clothing already in it
and planned to slip out the back door while he was still talking to my friends. I
would finally be safe if I could just get out of the manor without being seen.