My dream starts off at the regional retreat kind of deal for young adults. I was like the MC along with our local diocesan youth ministry leader. My SEARCH Retreat team and I had put it together and were hosting the regional retreat( all of us were pushing twenty-five).
(A little background first) In high school I was apart of the Diocesan SEARCH Retreat team for young adults. As we were at the meeting to get our groups and find out who we were mentoring for that weekend. There was a supposed typo for one of the groups. i believe that typo was consistent since our team retreat acutally. The was an extra name on the roster by the name of Alexis. We all made jokes and brushed it off because a the name similarity it possessed with one of the present girls on the team. In the back of my mind, I always thought that she was supposed to be the fifteenth person on our team. Oddly this is how I imagined her.....Okay, back to the story
Everything was going smoothly until Alexis(Melissa McCarthy,who was on the bigger side) had gotten into a fit, she was sloppy drunk for an unknown reason and on this eating rampage all over the building. The place this part of the retreat was being taken place in was fairly large with pillars and everything. This super fit she was having had no end in sight as other members of the team were trying calm her down. The other MC and I were doing our best to stay on topic and keep all the individuals in attendance focused. Then, the expected fat joke happened and the other fell silent. I fell silent for a matter of like three to four seconds, which felt like an eternity, and then I quickly made a comment saying,"That wasn't a joke people." I called for the other MC to make one, he did, and then some laughed because it was not funny and others did not get it. I then said that it was a joke people(inside joke), but then someone made a smart!@# joke about our friends weight and state. That is what set it off with everybody, we lost control of the majority. More than a few were still seated....just enough for the crowd to be at least two shades from a prison riot. I was looking around to see where most of this commotion had been coming from then, I look over to where they were still trying to help our friend who still was in a hulk like state out of the room and I see this person antagonizing the situation and ridiculing our friend like there was no tomorrow. I proceeded to almost sprint over to where this child of person was and confront him. As I got closer and closer to the person I saw the resemblance of myself, as if it had been me who had been doing all this, but once I arrived in the child's face I realized it was not me. It was this scrawny, light-skinned bastard with a short afro, wide wrinkled nose, and a cussing shell necklace around his neck. I snapped! I told the child that I am sure was seventeen or eighteen with my hand around his neck saying "I will end you, take you to the back of my yard, and I will take your eyes of their sockets still attached to the part that lets you see and make you watch as I dismember you limb from limb....." I raised him up and pinned him against one of the pillars cracking it as the crowd fell silent....
Then I ended up what appeared to be a Walmart store, but it was all setup in an odd way. I could still remember at that point what had happened in the previous scene. So, I m standing there in the Walmart and I just take off running aimlessly. I arrived at where the headphones and other electronics were. I stopped in front of the monster headphones and quickly put them on. Nothing was playing I just had them on listening to silence somewhat afraid of what happened. I looked up and saw around the corner of the next aisle a dear Asian friend of mine with hurt back turn away from me focused on something that is on the self in front of hurt. I could not make out what it what I could just see that she was focused on it, whatever it had been. As I am trying decipher the object on the shelf, I feel a stroke of pain other than my own that I had been feeling. Grabbing my chest I look up and see her with her arms crossed. The pain keeps growing stronger and deeper. Looking down at my blurry hand now gripping my chest for life and praying. But I was not praying for this pain I had inside of me to go away, but my prayer was for my dear Asian friend's pain to be relieved, who as I slowly raised my head to see one more time before I completely fade away, was gone. Then a girl came out of nowhere and just as I was taking my last breath, she knocked those headphones right off off my head. After she had done that, I had snapped back to life like the crack of a whip on a slave to get back to work. I then followed her as she skipped around the corner of the enormous electronic section of the store. When I came around the corner I saw the girl who had saved me and another girl listening to music on the next aisle. I stared at the girl who saved me and asked her "why?" and "how?". All she did was look at me, smile, and plugged in her music player and played a song. Chills had gone all through my body when I heard it play and it was as if I had been given a high that was forever lasting, as if I were on my mountain top. I felt so alive when she played a dubstep version of "I Can Feel Your Presence" by Mercy Me. It was amazing because knew not she was physically but, what she spiritually resembled, it was an awe-inspiring experience. I looked over across the main aisle in to apparel for unknown reasons and I saw a normal mother start to dance there and that made even happier. I soon left that area going in the opposite direction towards the other side of the store towards the exit for unknown reasons. I get to where I am walking out of the store and I do a double take to find nobody but "deddy" himself(my grandfather) coming around the oranges. I asked what was up and the same time noticing the items in his basket consisted of two extra large bags of pork rinds, a couple cans of cheeze-wiz, and an extra large bag of the off-brand cheese puffs he is always eating. I started walking with him and we came across this man who seemed in a hurry. My pawpaw knew him (pops knows everybody) and spoke to him about the item in his hand. This was a slender white male, had some scruff and over the hill, and had all white attire on like a painter complete with a hat. When my gramps had spoken to the man he rudely brushed him off. I hesitantly got angry for being so rude but I got over it when my granpaw was like that guy has got alot on his plate going back and forth between jobs on North Street(The main back road that runs through Pass Christian). That conversation was the end of that scene like they were hollering "cut" on a movie set.
Crazy Right? And those scenes were not even the most peculiar haha
So the scene comes into focus and it appears that I am sitting down not chained or anything inside of an older mini trailer. There is a white man in front of me and everything is in black and white.There is a desk I am sitting at and a projector screen behind it. The strange thing is that I felt comfortable sitting in that wooden rolling chair. Then i began to speak about a story as the man behind the desk in a military uniform with pointing stick begins to pace from wall to wall. As I begin the story, it starts to play clearly for me on the projector screen.
There were two people driving in an Oldsmobile type car up a road lined with trees and acres of land and have been on the road for about a day and a half now going through the back country roads of Georgia. As they were driving they would maybe one or two homes every couple of miles. The driver and the passenger make small talk every couple miles as well. The passenger see the end of the road and a road before that abruptly takes off to the right. The passenger(played by Mick Dodge) starts to ask questions about the end of this road and where the other leads to. The mysterious driver answers all of the passengers questions with hesitation. The driver began to to speak about what happened around the area they were in, talking about how there were only cannibals and how he was a cannibal of sorts himself. He said that at the end of this road is a prison for those who were brought for purposes beyond him. As they got closer to the end of the road were the prison was located, the passenger failed to realized that they had passed to road before the end. The driver bgan to explain that he gets paid to bring stragglers and the homeless in promise of food and shelter and all that biz. At this point the passenger is terrified and looks around now noticing how far that have gone pass this other road. And with no explanation of where the other road leads to the passenger jumps out of the car rolling into a ditch along the the start of the tree line and what seemed to be his undoing. At this point he realized that he cant ever let his guard down even for the seemingly genuine kindness of a stranger. The passenger takes of close to the tree line follows the alternate path being carefully aware of his surrounding constantly. The passenger continued on like this surviving with what he could find in the woods and in peoples abandoned and abandoned homes. The passenger continues down the road facing many battles within himself mentally and physically as well with those who find him snooping around there land.
This road that the passenger is on is not complete salvation there are many of those who are rabid cannibals who feast on anything and everything and those who are suspecting of anyone on their land of being these rabid cannibals trying to kill the passenger.
Anyyy whooo
The story cuts to the passenger staking out a place get medical supplies and food the entire day. As the passenger his staking out this place he sees that this is a dangerous place from the get go. He spots cages that look as if they were meant for dogs and as he crept around closer for a better view, he sees that there are actual humans in these cages. There was what appeared to be heavily wounded middle aged man lying there with one leg and part his lower torso over his rib cage. There were flies and all types of bugs crawling over and through him. Next to him is a young boy about seventeen or so trying to fiercly breakout before whoever own the place comes back for more. The boy has many cuts and scares on him, I am guessing from trying to breakout of his cage. Finally there was the little girl, about five years old or so and she was balling her eyes out as steadily. The passenger crept aruond the piece of property even more only to find that right infront of the residence there was a man leaning in his chair with his dog next to him. The man was older with a scruffy bald head that led into a culdesac of dirty gray hairs that extended down right above his shoulders. His overalls were faded blue and filthy. The man had on the rotten wooden table a shotgun in which he had his hand on. His legs was in a nervous pat on the ground with the calm face of the character slingblade. Next to him on the ground was his dog long vicious and ripping to shreds what looks to be the middle aged man's piece of missing torso and the bone of the man's leg. The passenger felt that he could save those kids, that he had to save those kids. He sat there concealed by the tree decisively and quickly coming up with a plan to save the children. Once he had gotten his plan together, treading very cautiously, he ventured on to the property toward where the cages were located. As he crept closer and closer, he constantly checks to see if the man is still seated by his dog. He finally makes it to the cages but has lost a complete sight of the old man. So then the passenger goes into a panic and pulls out a old and rusted knife he had out of his pack and started to fiercely cut the wire. As the passenger is halfway done cutting through the boys cage, a large shadow is cast over the passenger from behind. At first the passenger doesn't know it until he looks up and sees the boys face only to discover that he is in a petrified state. As soon as he sees the boys face, the passenger blinks is eyes almost in slow motion and turns to take off running. He was not fast enough, as the old man who was casting the large shadow had his shotgun pointed at the passenger already, and the old man shot him in the the back of his right calf. The passenger continues to run as fast as he can focusing on the tree line and he makes it just past the tree line he hear another gunshot, he turns around and can see that the boy who had escaped and almost made it to the end of other side of the property had been shot in the back letting out a agonizing roar and the little girl(who turned out to be the boy's little sister) as well, killing both of them. Before the passenger could feel any remorse for the children, the dog was hot on his scent. The passenger takes off once again grasping his leg constantly checking to see how close the dog had gotten to him and then as he turned his head one more time he saw the dog lunging at him with all he's got. Before the passenger could try and dodge the dog had latched on to him with a gripped that seemed to match a great white. Then, the epic battle between the dog and the passenger ensues and proves to be a valiant effort on both sides. At the end of the battle both are sprawled out on the leafy ground smeared with blood. The dog had taken its last breath but, the passenger clinged on to his life with what little strength he had left at the moment while heavily wounded and bleeding out. The passenger looks up and around towards the sky and he sees that he is next to a tree, a peach tree. He does his best to curl up next to the roots of the tree rest up so that he can try to tend to his wounds a little better than he would be able to in his current state. As he closes eyes, unknowingly passing out from the bleeding out and all, a women comes to his.....and then as I was beginning to tell the next part of my story, I was stopped by the man in the trailer telling me that story needs to be told to the world that we have to the willpower and technology to do so and for me to make it narotic, funny, and painful. I then woke up responding to the man "No, I will not make narotic, funny, and painful!" all loud in my house and everything with my mother asking me whom I was talking to. Embarrassed of course, I said no one.
That was all in my dream so, no you know and I know that nothing, there no pint to the story unless you count that everyone has some kind of other side to them whether it be dark or light, we just never know so live it up and do it for the kids while you still can. Thanks for your time...
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