I had this dream when I was a teenager in high school. It was so vivid that even years later I still had no trouble writing it out. Enjoy the chaos. ^-^
I sat at a little table by my window. I held between my hands a little plant in a terracotta pot. Grow! Grow! I willed it with my mind. Grow! Just a little! Grow! Then, it suddenly shot up an inch and its leaves grew large and juicy, like enormous emeralds.
“Yes!” I shouted into the air.
“India!” My dad called me from downstairs.
“Coming!”
I ran down the stairs and found that the front door was open. So I stepped outside onto the front porch.
“India, come see this! It’s amazing!” said my dad. He was standing in the driveway, staring at something just around the corner of the porch. I stepped off of the porch, and in my driveway was a black chrome, three-piece train. It stood upright on its end like a rocket and hovered above the ground perched on top of a thick white cloud.
“Look! The cloud is made of cotton candy! Try it, its delicious!” Said my dad, as he pulled a big hunk off of the cloud and stuffed it in his mouth.
I pulled a small piece off and nibbled on it. It was cotton candy, sweet and fluffy. Then the door of the train slid downward with a hiss, revealing a black doorway. A little platform popped out of the side of the train and a stair quickly unfolded to the driveway. A little pudgy man with a red handlebar mustache and an orange and purple stripped conductor’s suit stepped out onto the platform; he surveyed us with his little black eyes that tunneled deep into his eye sockets.
“Travel to Death Planet!” He shouted. “See the Stars!” He said, a hint of awe pressing his words forward as he swept a plump little hand above his head.
I turned around to my dad, and by then my step mom and my Grandma had joined us. “Can we go? Please!” I begged.
“Of course we can!”
We all filed up the stair and into the train cabin. I sat in front next to the conductor.
“This sure is a tight squeeze.” I said as we all squished in together. Then the cabin slowly began to expand until we all fit comfortably. The conductor pulled a leaver and we shot out of the driveway with a loud BOOM! We passed the moon, swooped around Saturn, then Pluto; we were going faster and faster, and the stars and planets began to blur.
Then everything went black. I was cold. And something wet was falling on my face. I opened my eyes, and there was a dark blanket of clouds above me. Lighting crackled across the clouds and a peel of thunder followed it, growling as it moved across the sky in pursuit of the lightning. Rain started to pelt my face harder and I sat up. I was sitting in mud, it covered my clothes. I shivered and looked around. My family members were scattered around me; they too were just waking up. Somehow my mom and my Aunt Tina had ended up there also. The train conductor was nowhere to be found. We huddled together in the mud and looked around us; off in the distance stood two houses, so we headed for the one that looked closer off to the right. When we reached the house I walked up the wooden porch steps, which were warped and groaned as I stepped on them. I knocked on the door, I could see through the gaps in its wood slats into the dark house inside. The door swung open, and a man stood in the doorway. He wore a faded brown hat that was bent and warped from being wet, and it came all the way down past his eyes; all I could see of his face were his yellow crooked teeth. He wore no shirt and he had a large belly the pushed on the muddy suspenders he wore; he had on black rubber boots that were also caked with mud and he held a rifle in his left hand.
“Wa yoo wah?” He said as he ground something between his yellow teeth.
“Uh…um…we were just trying to find somewhere to stay…until the rain stops.” I stuttered, and backed up a few steps.
“ Shioo whar in graam fhish I chang iirim gruud my dog! He said and pointed to his back yard. Just then an enormous worm surfaced from the mud in his back yard as a streak of lightning cracked in the sky; its razor sharp teeth spun around inside its mouth as it howled up into the rain. It plunged its gleaming body back under the mud and disappeared.
“Um, no thank you.” I said as I retreated from the porch. “We’ll just try the next house.”
When we reached the next house the door was open, so we just went in hoping that the tenant was hospitable. Everything inside the house was in black and white, like an old tv show. We called out to see if anyone was home, but no one answered. We were all very tired and scared because the wind outside was howling and the rain was beating down on the roof with wet fists. We searched the house for somewhere to sleep, and we found a room with an enormous white bed that was big enough for all of us to fit together. We all crawled onto the bed and huddled under the covers together, listening to the storm outside screaming around the house. There were two sets of French doors on either side of the room with white curtains, and vines were growing through under the doors. Lightning flashed and lit up the glass in the French doors, I pulled the covers up to my eyes. I heard the shriek of a mud worm outside and pulled the covers over my head and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning and found that everyone else was already awake, and I was alone in the big white bed. I got up and started to explore the house. I walked down a hallway and found another room. It was all pink and there was a little white bed that sat on tall thin stilt-like legs; it was piled high with frilly stuffed animals. I climbed up one of the legs and into the bed; I found a large pink teddy bear that I liked and I softly ran my hands through its fur. My mom found me up in the bed with the stuffed animals.
“India, now you know you can’t keep any of those stuffed animals. They don’t belong to you. Now, get down from there.” She said.
I stuck my lip out and put the bear down, then slid down the leg of the bed. I walked further down the hallway and found a picture of a man and a woman hanging on the wall; everything in the picture was in black and white, except for the peoples’ hair, it was red. The woman looked very business like and wore a string of pearls around her neck and her hair in a neat up-do. The man looked very intelligent and serious, and he wore small round glasses on the bridge of his long thin nose. I pulled the picture off of the wall and took it into the kitchen to show to the rest of my family.
On my way down the hallway I looked in at a room to my right. Inside was my Uncle Edgar, and he was sitting in a large arm chair in front of a blazing fire, with a deep red colored dress robe wrapped snugly around him. There was a pair of French doors in the left wall, and a cat was meowing on the other side. I opened the door and let the cat in; He was dark grey with white spots, and soaking wet.
“Poor kitty. I bet you are hungry.” I said. “let’s go to the kitchen and find you something to eat.”
I walked into the kitchen, which was at the end of the hall, and it was connected to the dining room and living room. The kitchen was in the middle of the two other rooms and looked out onto them over a breakfast bar. Just as I was about to open the cabinet to look for some cat food, the front door slammed open, and a gust of wind swept through the house. I looked down, and there at my feet was the little boy from the picture I held in my hand. He was playing with a set of toy cars, crashing them together and screaming, “Crash! Smash! Boom!”
I said, “Excuse me little boy, but where is your mother?”
He did not answer me, as if he couldn’t hear me. Then another gust of wind ripped through the house, and there, sitting at the breakfast bar was the man from the photo, and he was reading a newspaper. He didn’t seem to be able to see me, because he just continued reading as if I wasn’t there. Then, another gust of wind blew past me, and standing in front of me, staring directly at me with black hateful eyes, was the woman from the photo.
“What are you doing in my house?!” She bellowed.
And suddenly I wasn’t in the kitchen anymore. My family members and I were in a tall round room filled with levels and levels of floors; the levels opened down the center of the room so that you could look down to the bottom floor where a large red demon lay sleeping in a pair of ragged khaki shorts. We were all dispersed on different levels, and some of us began to scream. The woman appeared on the bottom floor with the demon; she shook him awake and smiled up at us with a malicious grin.
The demon opened his eyes, which were a bright yellow, and when he smiled you could see that his mouth was filled with rows and rows of sharp teeth. He laughed, and it was a deep sound, that seemed like it came from many voices screaming all at once. He inhaled deeply and from his mouth he shot a gleaming black cannon ball up through the floors above him. Up the cannon ball shot, shattering and splintering the wood floors, and just when it seemed like it was going to lose momentum, it leveled out and grew a mouth of its own, and little white slits for eyes; it then proceeded to chase my family members, eating the floor as it went.
I was on the top floor, looking down, watching as my family members were getting eaten by the ravenous cannon balls. I had to do something, but I couldn’t think what, when suddenly the room around me stretched, like it was made of rubber. Then I was standing back in the kitchen, holding a tub of butter and inside the tub of butter was the room that I was just in. Everyone was screaming inside the room inside the tub of butter, so I ran over to the sink and turned the hot water on. I placed the tub of butter under the hot water and it hissed and fizzled. Then all of my family members were back in the kitchen, like nothing had happened.
Then…
I woke up.
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