Day 22- Dreams

Hi Everyone! There are eight more days until we reach the end of the 30Day Blog challenge, and I'm slowly running out of things to write about. Here's a writing prompt exercise I did recently.

Writing prompt: Use the most ridiculous dream you can remember having and write a story that explains everything that happened in the dream

Most of my dreams are very strange and weird and I can usually remember them for about a day or two but there are two dreams that I've been able to remember for a very long time.

The first dream is more of a nightmare and I've had it more than once. It always starts the same and ends the same and I'm never been able to understand why and where it comes from. The dream starts with me babysitting two kids overnight during a big storm. You can hear the rain endlessly knocking on the window, see the lightening cut through the darkness, and feel the thunder shaking the house down to its core. I am in the living room with the children, trying to hide the fear and pretend like everything is going to be ok. The oldest child, a boy about 3 years old is watching black and white cartoons on a staticky old tv set. And the youngest child, a baby girl, is asleep in my arms.

Then suddenly everything goes dark. And I find myself running away from someone, or something, down dirty streets. I ran and ran with the little boy's arm tightly grasp in my hand as I dragged him along, and the baby girl pressed against my chest. Then suddenly the boy's presence is gone. I look down at my hand and find it empty. I continue running, holding the sleeping baby closer to me so that I don't lose her too. I hear heavy footsteps getting closer behind me. I keep running as fast as I can. Then, I no longer feel the presence of the baby. I look down at my arms, empty. I turn around for the first to see what is I'm running from. A long dark shadow towers in front of me.

And I wake up. I'm never able to see the end of the dream. Who is chasing me, where did the children disappear to and what happens to me at the end? All these questions are left unanswered. This dream sticks with me because not only have I had it more than once but its the only dream that I can truly call a nightmare. The kind that you jolts you awake and breaks you into a cold sweat.

The second dream is a little different, I've only had it once but it sticks with me just the same. I can't call it a nightmare but it wasn't a good dream either.

I dreamt I was in an arena with a bunch of people I know and am really close too. On the other side of the arena was the opposite team full of people I wasn't fond of. The middle of the arena was the battleground full of sharp rocks, spikes, landmines, barbed wire, etc. It was the ultimate game of capture the flag where death was acceptable. The fight went on for a while. But as it prolonged I saw my loved ones being slaughtered and killed one by one. There came a point when I couldn't take it anymore. but I was afraid to die as well so I hid underneath their dead bodies and pretended to be dead. However, I could still hear their screams of pain and agony.

I remember waking up with tears falling down the sides of my face like waterfalls. I think this dream may have been influenced by the Hunger Games, which is one of my favorite trilogies, but when you have a dream like that it tends to stick with you.