Night Terrors

Lately I've been having heaps of bad dreams.

City of Lost Children

Children and young adults would go missing. More and more of them, people thought it was some sort of runaway cult. No one really new but parents were desperate to find their kids and heaps of Missing Ads were posted up on poles, newspapers and even TV news.

I found myself and a group of friends kidnapped. We were living in a thriving mini community complete with housing, florists, supermarkets...everything we needed. it was like an outdoor world but for us victims to live in. This was a large but secret organisation run by an evil man. None of us kids could get out only get in.

There were adults here but they ran the joint, they ran the taxis and guarded the doors making sure no kids escaped. The brick walls were too high to climb. I would watch TV and see that my parents were posting Missing Ads for me. They were visibly upset, missing ads were written on yellow lined paper and written in red with a black and white photo of me. I had no way to contact them and let them know i am alive. Me and my friends needed to get out.

One rainny night, we waited on the streets and asked all the taxi drivers to drive us out of the city. I thought this approach was completely pointless as they werent allowed to drive us out. But our taxi driver miraculously agreed..   Sometimes the evil man would let a kid leave the city in special circumstances e.g. dying.

there were three of us in total and i was calling out to helen and dave across the road, who were also trying to get a cab, to hop in. Except their cabbie also took them in, they mustve found a way out too. In helen's cab they squeezed about 7 people in their back seat. I didnt know how they did it, or if I'd ever see them again.

We were so concentrated on leaving the joint i didnt even know if i could trust these people! (there were two people/cabbies in our car) They might be driving us to the evil man who set this whole thing up and we would get into massive trouble. These cabbies were risking their lives too.. and for what, our freedom??

The cabbies went from friendly to laughing hysterically. They were grabbing and feeling up me and my friend Andera's legs from the front. I slapped them and scratched their hands but they seemed to enjoy it. I thought this was the worst idea ever!

We reached the gate/exit to the city.. They were actually taking us out?? We had to be so quiet, the guard at the door was a no bullshit kinda person.

When taxi drivers pick up a kid, they leave a little toy penguin outside the car to show everyone how many kids they are carrying. They also have to put the name of the kid outside so they know who's in there. Our cabbie had one toy penguin out and the name 'Annie'. There were three of us in the car. The guard couldnt see inside the car because it was all curtained up but he had all the authority to look inside if he wanted too.

He looked at the cabbies nervous faces, and us moving in the back seat.. it was obvious there was more than one person in the back. My heart was beating in real life.. I knew we were going to get caught and we'd all get punished.. I forced myself to wake up because I didnt want to sit through the mental torment


Killing Pokey

I've had so many dreams of intentionally killing pokey. Its got to do with the unconcious guilt I feel for her death. I was standing infront of a sink which was filling with water. I was distracted, fixing my hair and talking to a friend when pokey decided to slip in. she was drowning but i didnt notice i was too busy. I pull her out as she was almost dead. I thought to revive her was to pump her chest. I was doing this so desperately I wanted her to live! how could I have let her drown??? She eventually died. I was crying. I read later on in the dream that my technique to revive her was completely wrong, that I was helping her die.


Papa Dying

Again, so many dreams of papa dying. These ones take the most out of me. Wake me up in the middle of the night crying or with a lump in my throat. I hate them. We were hanging out as a family on a white marble cold dinning table. The lighting was bluey just as the sun was disappearing. Something was bothering him but he tried to put on a positive face. It just looked comfortable to watch.

He said to us 'I wont be here for much longer'. What do you mean??

'I'm going to be a momo soon, do you know what momo means?' I knew what momo means, he was saying he was going to be a ghost. I knew where this was heading but I played dumb. no no no no!

'I'm dying'.

I was waiting for those words. I starred blankely outside to the sumpai where red and yellow bedsheets/fabric were blowing in the wind. they where the only colours in the dream. i just zoned out and woke up.