I had a dream:

My friend Brenda was digging up a small section of her yard for a garden full of lavender, blue bells and a touch of snow white daises. The sun was warm and inviting, heating the fragrance in the air. The boys played in the yard with no care in the world while Tom worked in the garage.  As Brenda dug into the earth, her shovel hit solid mass. Dark clouds began forming in the sky casting shadows over her home. The wind carried cries of anguish and pain as Brenda stood quickly with fear, something began soaking up through her feet, filling her soul with a heavy depression.

I found myself driving through layers of greys. The sky opened up with cracks of bright white followed by the crashing thunder. I was propelled towards the south in the direction of my friend. I could feel her in this dark and empty place. I had tried to call her on several occasions and failed to reach her. More and more I could feel her dire need for help, almost suffocating in it. As I grew closer to her home the darker the skies seem to appeared.

As I pulled up in front of her house, I could not make myself pull into her driveway. The air was so thick and smelt of death. I sat in my car just staring at her side window watching to see if she would appear. Dark shadows seem to float by, seen only by a dim glow that came from within. A feel of dread washed over me, impelling me to step out of my car. I felt heavy as thou the atmosphere had changed. That is when I saw her for the first time in almost a year.

Brenda stepped out onto the porch, locked within herself, she moved slowly, almost mechanically. I watched as she moved around the porch as if looking for something and lost at the same time. I reluctantly walked towards her. She glanced in my direction but did not seem to see me. She turned and went back inside the house.

I walked to the back door from which my friend had disappeared. I looked inside and saw the boys close to the walls that were covered in dirt. I then noticed all of the mud that was spread all over to floor. As I got closer to Eric and Ryan I could see the fear that flood their faces. They just looked up at me in silence, afraid to speak out loud. I could hear a banging noise from deep within the home. Tom was nowhere in sight but I found Brenda in the back part of the living room standing next to an old wooden crate that was propped against the wall. It stood as tall as myself.

Brenda pulled a box from her coat pocket and held it out towards the crate as she slowly looked over at me. The dirt covered box fell from her hands and landed onto the floor spilling its contents. Something glistened in the dim lit glow from the candle lit home. I walked over and pick it up. Standing in front of her I got a closer look into her vacant eyes. I held out an large emerald stone. Brenda backed up as if to try and get away from me. The banging began getting louder and I could hear Tom talking but could not make out what he was saying. Brenda’s face filled with terror, turned and disappeared.

Tom came from the back of the house carrying something within his hands. It looks like a shovel that dripped with mud. Screams flowed within the inner walls of my brain that came from the crate. I stared between the boards and was stunned to see a face within the caked dirt that filled it. I felt as if this thing was trying to either warn me of danger or maybe it was the danger.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded of me. "I came to see my friend. She needs me!" I felt myself standing my ground, almost challenging him. I felt a tug on my arm and realized Ryan was trying to pull me away from his father. Fire flamed from the depth within Tom, exposing the blaze from inside the pupil of his eyes. I slowly backed down and stepped away into the tugging hand which lead me outside once again.

Brenda stood next to her tiny garden at the edge of her yard, pointing down between the blue bells and lavender. I stood beside her staring into the earth. A hand beneath the surface clawed desperately for freedom. The hand belonged to something evil, I could feel it. "Go!" is all she said to me as I fled to my car clutching the stone. Tom raced to the edge of the foundation not stepping over into the street, as if he were trapped there, gripping the shovel with fierce strength.

I traveled back onto the road with tears forming in my eyes. I felt so helpless. Pulling over to the side of the road miles away from that dreadful place, I realize I still had the stone in my hand. I got out of the car and into the rain searching for a rock. I found a large one that filled my hand and set the emerald to the cement curb. I began crushing the stone into tiny green shards. Lightning crashed above my head with a sinister laugh echoing within the thunder.

The stone began to turn to blood as a figure began to form. I could hear Brenda’s voice inside my head crying, "what have you done!" The stains grew, forming all around me, sucking me into its darkness. "No!" I cried, "Oh God, No!" My screams carried me farther and farther away from the this darkened hell, waking me from this nightmare.

07/15/2007

Author's Note: If only she would answer her phone, so I would know she is alright.....Sad and worried.

Posted on 07/15/2007
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