the Hell did I get myself into this time.

Had a good dream. Decided to share it.

It all began inside a strange white hallway. A shaken up kid no older than 15 with short red hair leaps into some bushes. He reaches into his pocket and finds a piece of paper with a list written on it. First thing he notices is the words "70 stories tall, 1 mile by 2 miles in length." circled in blue ink followed by "floor 57" in black. There was also a card with the words "World's leading facility for the gifted." with the name of the company and phone numbers scratched out. "Oh crap" He thinks to himself, "What the HELL did I just get myself into this time..." Wiping his face off to get rid of any fear or anxiety he's feeling, he begins to understand his surroundings. In an empty hallway behind some bushes and he needs to find a way to blend in. With that thought a little fat kid starts waddling in. Waiting patiently to jump out, timing has to be right, "yeah... eat that twinkie." he mutters under his breath. He carefully sneaks behind him, closing in on him. "Mmm... why do twinkies have to be so small" the fat kid says feeling a strange presence behind him. He turns his head, "huh?" he mummers as he's greeted with a rock to the face. The fat kid falls straight to the ground, unconscious and with a huge gash on his head. "Sorry", he says as he drags tubby behind the foliage. He quickly changed into the uniform though everything seemed to fit a bit too small and a bit too loose. "This... Isn't gonna work." He says with a heavy sigh and noticing the trail of blood he left. "I need to change and get out of here quickly" He rushes out of the bushes and turns the corner where his victim had came from. Not to far away was a door with a stick figure on it. "Just perfect..." He says under his own breath. He enters the bathroom stretching his arms and yawning so he could get a better look at the room, or more importantly see if there are any cameras of any kind. He notices a kid more or less wearing the right size clothing. Slowly he approaches a urinal and says "So hey..." The kid at the urinal looks at him and responds "What?" "I uhh... was wondering... This weird uniform, well this obvious mis-fitting of one, does this happen often here. I mean they give out the wrong size..." "No... Everything here is perfect. There are no mistakes here made at all..." The kid says, squinting his eyes. "I thought so... I wonder if you think I'm suspicious yet." He grabs him by the head and head butts him.

Minutes later he exits the bathroom with a change of wardrobe. He had to move quickly before they could wake up and report anything to anyone about him being there. Thinking over any escape plans and doing a quick prayer he continued down hallways. Filled with paranoia and trying to figure out why he's there in the first place he stops suddenly. Then he realizes that he may be completely lost. First hallways then stairs he had blanked out during his deep thoughts of paranoia and precaution. Then a bell rings, people started walking out of the rooms, footsteps unison, no eye contact, no feeling, the bell rings again. "Oh crap..." looking around for more cameras as paranoia keeps on getting the better of him. He notices that the doors were all different and perhaps no code at all. A103. B708. C624. De217. "Oh yeah... this might be fun." He reaches into his pocket to read the paper again, maybe there was something left behind, a clue. Staring at the paper, room R867 on floor 57. Now just to figure out what floor...

After minutes of walking down hallways, paranoid cameras might see him and at any given time being surrounded by guards, he manages to find an elevator. He pushes the button and waits patiently, nerves starting to shake and a look of confusion wipes over his place. "Why am I in such a place..." He keeps trying to remember desperately. Closing his eyes and hope it'll comes to him.

*Ding* He open his eyes shaken up by the interruption. He takes a deep breath and slowly steps into the elevator pressing floor 57. Suddenly a guard turns the corner with a freakishly huge dog. "YOU!" he screams out letting go of his leash. "KILL!" he orders the dog. Without hesitation it rushes towards him. "Crap." The doors slowly coming to a close. The dogs pace speeding up. Staring at the dog as its running straight for him. Seconds slow down for them both, will it make it in time? Will i come out of this alive. The doors close, and just in time.

"Great." He says as he finds himself staring down the hulk dog in a moving elevator, its huffs of breath actually creating steam. "You wouldn't by any chance be amused by a scratch behind the ears?" It snarls at him, its eyes hidden behind lumps of muscles that are over its eyes.

"Soon... soon it'll lunge at me, rip out my throat, and reap the harvest. 5... It starts sniffing the air, smelling my fear... 4.. It licks its lips, bloodthirsty son of a bitch. 3... Its showing its teeth, yeah, smile big boy. 2... It lets out a vicious bark as its muscles contract. 1..." He leaps to the elevator doors as the dog pounces forward, ripping through the side wall and rocking the elevator violently. "oh yeah, this is gonna be fun..." he says clinging to the doors. The hell hound loosens its head and begins to stare down its prey again. Slowly pacing toward him expecting him to make the first move. Without thought or hesitation he leaps on top of it tickling his belly. He baby talks the dog, "Who likes a belly rub?!". It kicks back and throws him off. He slams hard against the wall with his back, the elevator rocking harder once again. A cable snaps and the elevator tilts to one side. "Yeah, I'm not gonna make it this time." He lays there tired and beaten with no thoughts or fight left inside. The beast snarls as it turns around slowly approaching with teeth growing huger by the second. Jaws slowly opening up as he mutters "You look cute when you-" It throws itself on him digging into his right arm.

"AHH!" He screams; it snarls viciously as it tosses its head around waving him like a rag doll in its bite. "GAH!" he yells out again as it slowly pulls away still clenched into the arm. It went quiet in an instant and in that instant was when he realized the elevator echoing the snapping sound of his own arm. It had been ripped off his body. The mutt lifted its head high with its trophy in its mouth, waving it proudly in the air and shaking his head violently. With a gulp and a sigh he stared at his arm, at the beast, and possibly the though of whats to go next.

Slowly the dog's head drifted down, eyes back to its prey. Its mouth opened and a pool of drool fell to the floor, arm flowing down the trail. A second wind came about, an anger taking over. He slowly attempted to stand up. A mass of dog bulk rammed him against the wall, elevator bumping against the walls outside, but still he stood. Teeth showing, snarling mad, he jumped on its head and shoved his left hand into the beasts eye. The dog howled in pain, trying to ram him off, bumping into the walls. The elevator continued to remain intact but no telling how long till the final cables snapped. The dog continued to try to shake him off, its howls now getting louder and more obvious of how tired it was becoming. Finally, with a quick thrust out of the mongrels skull, he managed to grab a hold of my prize. The dog stopped and lay limp. "Fun... squeek toy." he said squeezing it then throwing it against the doors with a huge splat. Suddenly aware of the wooziness he fell on my ass. Harder to take in a breath, eyes heavier than they were before, still wondering why he was in such a place.

*Ding* Violently awoken and staring at the doors as they slide open. A man in beige accompanied by guards with 3 other monstrous dogs. The man in beige laughs as the boy's body starts shaking. The guards pull him out of the elevator while the boy manages to laugh back. "Why are you in my building!" The man says. "I won't be in your building for long." the boy says. His head lowers and body becomes limp.

"Check his pulse." The man in beige orders. "He's gone, sir." A guard responds. "You know what to do with him. Find out what you can. Hurry up. Take that arm with him."

The sound of water rushing past suddenly changes to tiny droplets. A woman dripping water down his lips. She's so beautiful he thinks to himself trying to manage out the words but unable to speak or move.

Splash. "wake up.." Who could this woman be... Splash. "wake up." Mom? No... she's been dead for far too long... Splash. "Wake up." My wife? Wait... I don't have one. Splash. "Wake Up." No girlfriend either. Sister? No... don't have one of those either. Splash. "Wake Up!" Well it could be -

The man slaps the boy. Light shining brightly down on the patient. "WAKE UP!!" He opens his eyes but closes them quickly "Ugh, I'm awake."

This is the part I woke up at. I might continue this later, maybe not. I did have another dream afterwards. It had to do with athletes turned zombies and a huge radioactive man-child, well man-baby. I might post that up later too.

And here's a fun quote - 'I believe you have created something so brilliant in it's foulness that I can't help but feel like I'm standing on the edge of history. eyes closed. arms spread wide. listening for the subtle whispers of future generations mocking you.' Forgot where I got that from. Any idea?

Titleless

With a heavy sigh and a sift through the hair, often I wonder what could be out there. Beyond the city of lights and noise, beyond death and religion, beyond the stars and skies. Sometimes I wonder who doesn't wonder this, but shrug it off and close my eyes. Good things come to those who wait, they say. I'll wait, but i'll probably also amuse myself somehow, hopefully It won't pass me by like so many things already have. So here I am, talking to myself, wondering if someone will listen. Wondering who will listen. But i close my eyes and shrug it off.