dream
I just had the second weirdest dream ever.
We were abducted by a flying pirate ship-I say we, but all I know is that I wasn’t alone, but I didn’t know the others. Not the good kind of pirate ship. The kind where you die.
It sped along the city. I could see the crew-about six of them altogether, decent looking people.
The captain was a huge man, about my height, but rather portly. And disgusting. He threatened us and waved around a gun.
A man that was with us, who I called “Dad” found some ropes hanging from the ceiling. He wasn’t my real dad, he didn’t look like him at all. But anyway, he went over to the ropes, and tied a noose, and hung himself. I wanted to go over there and cut him down, but the captain had ordered us not to move, to stand completely still, and he was talking in a bad guy -type monologue. I watched the man swing slightly, his feet barely grazing the ground, and then I rushed over there. I had no knife, so I tried to unwind the rope instead. It seemed as if he was still alive. But after I had gotten the rope unwound, he groaned, blood spurting from his mouth, most of his teeth gone for some reason. I shrieked and jumped back, and I tried to grab the gun from the captain.
He shot at my foot but he missed. I grabbed the gun easily, although he still kept a hold of it, and I twisted it to his face. He grinned. I shot. Nothing. I shot all over his face and his chest countless times. A few drops of blood, otherwise nothing. He simply laughed.
I jumped for the other side of the ship, where the crew was, seemingly oblivious to what was going on. I made it into a compartment in the back, and watched the streets go by for a second. The captain did not come after me.
I motioned to one of the crew, a boy who looked about sixteen, with short very blonde hair and fair skin. He had to jump to get to the back compartment. I asked him where we were going.
“To Neverland,” he said, his eyes sparkling. And then I saw he was actually younger, and he said he was five years old.
The city began to change. We passed a huge carousel, and I mean huge, all lit up in a thousand colours. The boy and I watched the scenery. There was a huge castle, like Cinderella’s castle, that gleamed and looked as if it was made of glass or ice.
“Neverland,” I repeated. “You’ll get to live in a big castle, like that.” He nodded eagerly. His clothing was mostly rags, and he was definitely dirty. “And you’ll live like a prince,” I added.
We passed a huge coach. It looked to be the same material that the castle was made out of. A gigantic horse snorted at the reins.
“And you’ll get to ride in that from place to place,” I said. I was crying at this point. It seemed to me that Neverland did not exist, and we were going to be taken off to be killed. I felt that death was quite imminent.
Then I woke up.
We were abducted by a flying pirate ship-I say we, but all I know is that I wasn’t alone, but I didn’t know the others. Not the good kind of pirate ship. The kind where you die.
It sped along the city. I could see the crew-about six of them altogether, decent looking people.
The captain was a huge man, about my height, but rather portly. And disgusting. He threatened us and waved around a gun.
A man that was with us, who I called “Dad” found some ropes hanging from the ceiling. He wasn’t my real dad, he didn’t look like him at all. But anyway, he went over to the ropes, and tied a noose, and hung himself. I wanted to go over there and cut him down, but the captain had ordered us not to move, to stand completely still, and he was talking in a bad guy -type monologue. I watched the man swing slightly, his feet barely grazing the ground, and then I rushed over there. I had no knife, so I tried to unwind the rope instead. It seemed as if he was still alive. But after I had gotten the rope unwound, he groaned, blood spurting from his mouth, most of his teeth gone for some reason. I shrieked and jumped back, and I tried to grab the gun from the captain.
He shot at my foot but he missed. I grabbed the gun easily, although he still kept a hold of it, and I twisted it to his face. He grinned. I shot. Nothing. I shot all over his face and his chest countless times. A few drops of blood, otherwise nothing. He simply laughed.
I jumped for the other side of the ship, where the crew was, seemingly oblivious to what was going on. I made it into a compartment in the back, and watched the streets go by for a second. The captain did not come after me.
I motioned to one of the crew, a boy who looked about sixteen, with short very blonde hair and fair skin. He had to jump to get to the back compartment. I asked him where we were going.
“To Neverland,” he said, his eyes sparkling. And then I saw he was actually younger, and he said he was five years old.
The city began to change. We passed a huge carousel, and I mean huge, all lit up in a thousand colours. The boy and I watched the scenery. There was a huge castle, like Cinderella’s castle, that gleamed and looked as if it was made of glass or ice.
“Neverland,” I repeated. “You’ll get to live in a big castle, like that.” He nodded eagerly. His clothing was mostly rags, and he was definitely dirty. “And you’ll live like a prince,” I added.
We passed a huge coach. It looked to be the same material that the castle was made out of. A gigantic horse snorted at the reins.
“And you’ll get to ride in that from place to place,” I said. I was crying at this point. It seemed to me that Neverland did not exist, and we were going to be taken off to be killed. I felt that death was quite imminent.
Then I woke up.