Nightmare
I had a nightmare last night that I found truly terrifying. A lot of my friends were in this dream, too.
It started in a stadium. Baseball or football, I suppose. It was an open-air stadium. This only mattered, because I kept getting aerial views. This stadium was packed full of people. Probably thirty thousand. And down on the field and in the tunnels was this alien race. They sort of reminded me of the Sontarans. But they were less goofy and far more frightening. They were all over the world. They'd landed and they were taking over. And they were using people as stock. They would gather people in small clusters on the field and do something to them. I was so far up, I couldn't see what exactly. But then... It would happen.
The people would change, and in a shower of blood and broken limbs, the new soldiers would emerge. And they would join the ranks. I kept seeing these shots from the sky of these soldiers marching through the streets. They were everywhere. It was like looking down at an ant colony. Those marching soldiers.
And then our section was being pulled. My friends and I were being ushered down toward the tunnels. It was Jessi, Lori, Matt, Jo and I. And as we were moving through the halls, someone told us that if we wanted to live, we had to jump in line. "Get behind the man over there with the long hair. If you want to live, you have to jump in line." We didn't understand how being first in the line-up would save us, but clinging to each other, Jo and I rushed ahead, past the frightened people, and joined the line further ahead.
We discovered why it would save us.
They were counting us. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. At twenty, they stopped and we were rounded up in one end of the tunnel and the rest were taken to another part. We didn't understand what was happening. We couldn't find our friends. And then we saw it. The other group. The larger group. They were the next group to become soldiers. Everyone was dead. They killed my friends. We didn't see it happen, but we knew. Jo and I had cut ahead in line and the others had stayed where they were, and we couldn't find them. We lived and they died. I remember breaking down and sobbing because I didn't make them come with us. I felt like it was my fault, even though I know it was a choice they had made for themselves.
Twenty of us. We were selected to become better as the aliens put it. We demanded to know what was going to happen to us. So they took the first person into a chamber and left it open so we could see. First, there was this wand-like thing, shined in their face. I thought maybe it was brainwashing or altering them. But I think it was assessing brainwaves. Maybe physical weaknesses. Bones were infused with... something. The person was submerged in this bubbling pale, swampy green liquid. And then my view changed and it was like watching an assembly line scene. People's brains were exposed, and needles were stuck in. Supposedly to make them better. Jo and I stood at the end of the line and we tried to reason what we could do. So, we started thinking clever. Talking clever. Jo's head was clearer than mine. And her words drew the attention of one of the aliens. I don't remember what she even said that caught his ear. But he knew that she was clever. And he offered to spare her from this. To simply... take her out of the tunnels. Leave her intact. The back of the line, and they were starting to drag me away. She did the only she could.
She accepted.
I was screaming and cursing and begging her to tell them to spare me, too. And the door slammed shut and I could see her through this circular window and I was so angry that they had chosen to save her, and not me. Angry that she wouldn't fight for me, even though I knew that she didn't dare, logically, if she wanted to live. I couldn't let myself become some sort of freak. Couldn't let them cut me open and examine me and change me. I did the only thing I could.
I killed myself before they could.
It was cinematic at that point. It was like watching the camera pan back and I watched whatever I did to myself take effect. My body began to whither and blacken. Turn to ash. And I screamed until the end. But I didn't let them have me.
Waking up has never been such a good thing. Man, I should write this up proper and sell it to Sci-Fi. It'd be better than any of their Originals, that's for damn sure.
It started in a stadium. Baseball or football, I suppose. It was an open-air stadium. This only mattered, because I kept getting aerial views. This stadium was packed full of people. Probably thirty thousand. And down on the field and in the tunnels was this alien race. They sort of reminded me of the Sontarans. But they were less goofy and far more frightening. They were all over the world. They'd landed and they were taking over. And they were using people as stock. They would gather people in small clusters on the field and do something to them. I was so far up, I couldn't see what exactly. But then... It would happen.
The people would change, and in a shower of blood and broken limbs, the new soldiers would emerge. And they would join the ranks. I kept seeing these shots from the sky of these soldiers marching through the streets. They were everywhere. It was like looking down at an ant colony. Those marching soldiers.
And then our section was being pulled. My friends and I were being ushered down toward the tunnels. It was Jessi, Lori, Matt, Jo and I. And as we were moving through the halls, someone told us that if we wanted to live, we had to jump in line. "Get behind the man over there with the long hair. If you want to live, you have to jump in line." We didn't understand how being first in the line-up would save us, but clinging to each other, Jo and I rushed ahead, past the frightened people, and joined the line further ahead.
We discovered why it would save us.
They were counting us. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. At twenty, they stopped and we were rounded up in one end of the tunnel and the rest were taken to another part. We didn't understand what was happening. We couldn't find our friends. And then we saw it. The other group. The larger group. They were the next group to become soldiers. Everyone was dead. They killed my friends. We didn't see it happen, but we knew. Jo and I had cut ahead in line and the others had stayed where they were, and we couldn't find them. We lived and they died. I remember breaking down and sobbing because I didn't make them come with us. I felt like it was my fault, even though I know it was a choice they had made for themselves.
Twenty of us. We were selected to become better as the aliens put it. We demanded to know what was going to happen to us. So they took the first person into a chamber and left it open so we could see. First, there was this wand-like thing, shined in their face. I thought maybe it was brainwashing or altering them. But I think it was assessing brainwaves. Maybe physical weaknesses. Bones were infused with... something. The person was submerged in this bubbling pale, swampy green liquid. And then my view changed and it was like watching an assembly line scene. People's brains were exposed, and needles were stuck in. Supposedly to make them better. Jo and I stood at the end of the line and we tried to reason what we could do. So, we started thinking clever. Talking clever. Jo's head was clearer than mine. And her words drew the attention of one of the aliens. I don't remember what she even said that caught his ear. But he knew that she was clever. And he offered to spare her from this. To simply... take her out of the tunnels. Leave her intact. The back of the line, and they were starting to drag me away. She did the only she could.
She accepted.
I was screaming and cursing and begging her to tell them to spare me, too. And the door slammed shut and I could see her through this circular window and I was so angry that they had chosen to save her, and not me. Angry that she wouldn't fight for me, even though I knew that she didn't dare, logically, if she wanted to live. I couldn't let myself become some sort of freak. Couldn't let them cut me open and examine me and change me. I did the only thing I could.
I killed myself before they could.
It was cinematic at that point. It was like watching the camera pan back and I watched whatever I did to myself take effect. My body began to whither and blacken. Turn to ash. And I screamed until the end. But I didn't let them have me.
Waking up has never been such a good thing. Man, I should write this up proper and sell it to Sci-Fi. It'd be better than any of their Originals, that's for damn sure.