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DreamWorld: The Strings

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DreamWorld

A worn out room. There’s no one else. Some voice tells me I’m to be rewarded for making it this far. A chest(?) opens. I point my guns at it. After a few seconds, I realize it’s not going to harm me. I’ve been carrying a violin this whole time... there is food in the chest. Assorted bread. I drop my weapons into the chest. Something tells me I won’t need them for a while. I take the bag of bread. I have a feeling it will hinder me, but I shake the feeling. They can’t have followed me this far. I turn around to look behind. There isn’t anything left, not here.

There’s a door. A single door. Should I risk going outside, knowing it could be even more dangerous than what I had faced?

I take a deep breath, taking in the damp ventilated air for the last time, then walk outside. My eyes adjust to the light... this is new. Suddenly, I’m greeted by a set of highways. I’m near an intersection, off to the side of the roads, in a grassy area overlooking one road, and beside the other. Rolling hills go out in every direction, framed by human settlement. It didn’t matter if they were still inhabited. They could be cursed. I had to keep moving.

The grassy area I’m standing on is littered with violins... I suddenly realize, the entire plains are filled with string instruments. On closer inspection, they appear to be placed into the ground... the bows wedged into the string to make a cross shape, sticking out of the dirt. And then I know they are graves. And I am standing in a graveyard.

As I stand there, I hold my own violin in my hands. It’s surreal to know my violin was one of the few living in the sea of death before me. It had been so fragile... yet so important. The other people... why had they done it? Given their lifelines to the dirt?

Why had they given it up?

Someone else had noticed. She noticed the violins and cellos and basses sticking out of the ground, and was weeping. She knelt beside a violin, tears streaming past the hands that tried to hold back her emotions. As I walk over to her, she notices me, and slowly tries to get up. I recognize her. Rebecca. She was... shy. Awkward. But always demonstrated an aura of gleeful happiness around her. Usually.

Now it was dulled by the strings of sadness and mourning. When she sees me, she turns.

“Where’s Sean?” She notices I am without my best friend. I try to find the words.
“I... don’t know.”
“...”
“I’m... sorry...”
“You don’t need to be sorry for me... he was your friend...”
“...”
“It’s alright. Just...”

I walk over to her. She is still wiping tears away.

“We have to go. They’ll be looking for us. Hunting us.”

I nod. She’s exceptionally clear minded for the emotional state I find her in. We both acknowledged each others strife... at the same time, we both knew we would figure it out later. Like two silent sentinels of life, we stand guard over each other, me protecting her as she pays respects, her protecting me as I leave my spirit open to take all the memories in. Death would not come to us, if I could help it.

We leave. Somewhere along the way, I realize the cars on the highway weren’t moving. Perhaps they had never been moving... perhaps they had only stopped because I didn’t care about them anymore.

We finally stop at an especially ornamented bass rising out of more fallow earth. Standing in front of the bass was another girl, this one older than me. I recognized her as well. Kate.

My eyes widen. I haven’t seen her in years.

“I found him beside the intersection.”
“Good.”

She turns to me. “You’re here for a reason. We all are.”
I look down, and sigh.
“They won’t make it easy.”
“Life never was supposed to be.”
Rebecca stands. “No, it wasn’t. But we’ve found each other.”
“We have.”

Kate looks at me. “You now realize. They won’t stop hunting all of us until we are all dead.”

I sigh again. “I won’t let them... I’ll try.”

Rebecca suddenly turns frightful. And I know they’re here. Kate grabs her weapon. I think it’s a crossbow... things are blurry now.

“Go. Here’s a bag with bread. You won’t go hungry for weeks.”
“Max, are you crazy-”
“Yes. I’ll live. You won’t. Go. Take the violin. You’ll need it. Now go!” I hand Rebecca the violin.
“You can’t do this-”
“GO!” I surprise myself with my own rage. In that moment, I think I can scare them away. Away from what was coming. At first, I think it works. Kate nods, and runs.

But Rebecca walks to me. Giving me one last plea with her innocent eyes. I start to cry, but I stifle my chokes and hold back my tears, as I always have. I take a second, then look into her eyes again.

“You won’t remember any of this,” she says, on the verge of tears herself.

“It doesn’t matter. But you do.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me.

And in that moment, a brilliant light erupts, and I’m blinded. The moment can last forever.

But I know better. I push her away.

“GOOOO!!!”

She runs. I turn to face the darkness. And now I realize what I’m here for.
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InvaderHawk's avatar
Cool dream xD
I record all of the dreams that I can remember but I usually can't remember enough of them to make much of a story out of them.. :I