The Sorcerer and the Apprentice

I was burdened with saving the world - again. My rival, who was my apprentice before she got all uppity, was causing problems. She was good at that. I was at a hospital in Augusta, in hiding and helping the sick. She would NEVER find me here, even though I was from Augusta. I noticed that one of the male patients was dying. This magical war was hell on everyone, magical and unmagical alike. I got up and held the dying man's hand. He looked at me and squeezed his hand.
"Who are you?" He rasped.
"A friend." I replied.
He looked at me, a bit confused.
"I don't have any friends." He rasped, sadly. I saw a tear in the corner of his eye.
"No one should die alone." I said and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and died without pain.
The nurse came up to me.
"More and more people keep dying. If this war keeps up, we won't have any patients left."
That's when we felt the building start to shake.
"GET EVERYONE DOWN TO THE BASEMENT! NOW!" I screamed at the nurses. Everyone headed towards the basement.
While down in the basement, I noticed there was a hallow space under the stairs. I directed all of the children under the stairs, followed by anyone older and more sick. I put up a magical wall around the stairs to keep anything from falling on the people huddled under them. The magical wall looked a bit like the slime from Ghostbusters 2, pink and gelatinous and very, very solid. Nothing was getting through it. The rest of us huddled around a second, smaller blob. Pieces of the hospital fell around us but nothing could penetrate the barrier.
Finally, it all stopped. I waited a bit before I brought down the barriers. I knew this was one of her tricks. So, I undid the barrier around me. That was a mistake, but at least she would leave the innocent people alone.
A small, glass elevator appeared around me and sky rocketed me towards the sky. All of the people in the hospital basement looked at me in horror. I waved and smiled. They don't need to panic anymore.
I reached her, well, I guess you would call it a lair in the movies. It was a cloud bank with a small, white castle. In the movies, villains are attracted to dark colors ... well, in this world, the lighter the more evil.
She came out of her castle to greet me in a long, flowing white gown. Her hair was red and fell down to her waist. Her eyes were a piercing green and they were focused on me.
"So...we meet again." She looked amused.
"Looks that way." I said.
"You shouldn't have been so rude. If you would have just died, I wouldn't have to attack a hospital."
The glass elevator disappeared.
She pulled up her wrist and hit a few buttons on her watch.
"Rosco, I need you to make the prison ready, we have a guest."
Then, she looked at me.
"Well, shall we?" I asked.

Time flashed forward with no explanation.. Somehow, I managed to escape. I was running through a long, magical tunnel. I had to zap a magical barrier into existence to stop the flaming meteorites from falling on my head. She was really, really good. She was trying to crush me to death. I had to get back to that hospital! It was in real danger. Why did I ever decide to go there? I put all of those people in danger.

Time flashed forward again. I was at dinner with the hospital staff. I was really upset because they were having stir fry but didn't save me any! After I saved them and saved the world? Unbelievable!

The Zombie Apocalypse and Me

The zombie apocalypse had happened. What we had been dreading for years had finally come to a horrible truth. It started at the CDC. Someone let the virus get out and then the virus just ... spread. Rapidly. Everywhere. People died in huge clusters but didn't stay dead. They just sat up, looked right through you, and sometimes growled. The "zombies" have a need to eat human flesh, so we stay away from them. We learned that shortly after the apocalypse started and we still had TV. I miss TV.

Anyway, I had been traveling with a small group of survivors for a while. There were six of us total, and that was enough for everyone. If you had more than six people, it would be harder to hide and feed the extras.

We were out hunting for that night's dinner when I tripped and fell. I managed to twist my ankle. I don't think anything was broken but I couldn't walk on it for a few days. It was swollen and needed ice and elevation. The group leader looked displeased when he found out. The group kept on the move. That's part of what had kept them alive for so long.

After the group leader had given me some pain medicine, I went to sleep. While I was asleep, the hunting party got together and carried me into the gas station across town. Thankfully, most of the zombies had been terminated. There were a few zombies here but it wasn't considered "overrun." It had been a small town before it was a zombie safe haven.

I woke up slowly. My vision was a bit blurry. Then, I realized where I was.

The group placed me behind the counter in the gas station. They left me one shotgun a little sack of bread and cheese. They left. They went back, packed up camp, and moved on and LEFT ME in a town I was unfamiliar without any help and unable to walk unassisted. I was going to have to suck it up. I did notice that they had also left antibiotics and pain medicine for the next week.

I felt so helpless and depressed. I understood WHY my group left me but it still hurt. I thought they were friends. I grabbed the shot gun. I could take care of myself.

The Stripper and The Mystery

I was someone else in my dream. Living her life.

I was a petite, red head for now, who was searching for my sister. My sister disappeared two years ago and I was determined to find her. My search resulted in a strip club, her last known whereabouts. I was going to gather any information I could, however I could. I put on a long, brown wig and my stilettos. I was determined that I could do this. As I walked in, the bouncer eyed me up and down. The music was loud and the place smelled of stale cigarettes and stale perfume. I asked the bouncer where the owner was. He pointed me towards this handsome, muscular guy in black. I approached him and smiled. He looked like one of the guys on the cover of a romance novel. I made my way to him and asked about work. He gave me an amused look.
"Have you ever stripped before?" He asked.
"You want proof, fine."
I spun on my heel and nodded to the DJ to play something hot. He picked a Prodigy song and I started swinging and swaying from the pole. The crowd was enthralled and the owner looked impressed. Good. That's what I wanted. People would tell me more information if they thought that I was one of them.
After I was done, and the ones were done raining down, the owner stood up and clapped. He asked to see me in the back office. I followed him to his office and sat down, crossing my long legs and resting them on his desk. He pretty much licked his lips and locked the door. I asked him about my sister and managed to get all of the information out of him, pretty easily, I might add. All I had to do was sleep with him, and that was good for both him and myself. After we were done, I asked him when I could start work. He told me tomorrow, so I said I would be back then. I got back into my car and left.
I parked behind a gas station, and took the wig and heels off. I grabbed the bag in the back of my car, put on a short bobbed black wig, and put the transmission in neutral. I pushed the car towards the ravine and got into an old beat up blue Toyota corolla. I drove about 400 miles before I stopped. While watching TV that night, getting ready for bed, I saw a news report about "my accident." The stripper who lost everything, they were calling it. I was getting ready to turn off the TV when they said a second body was found. That body was identified as Melissa Romeo, my sister. All of the color drained from my face. I had found my sister ... but someone had murdered her. Well, time to do a 180 and return to that town as someone else. I was going to find her killer and kill them.

The Alien in the City

Anyway, my dream last night.  Bare with me, it starts off kinda cheesy:

It started off with Scully and Mulder (which is weird since I haven't watched the X-Files in a few weeks).  Mulder was about 8 and Scully was about 28.  She went back into time to help save his family.  They were both in Atlanta, and I recognized Scully right away. 

I offered to help and Scully asked me if I knew where "the gate" was since I lived here.  I asked her again to clarify and she kept repeating, "the gate."  She finally explained that almost all people on Earth had some kind of alien contact or an alien relative they couldn't remember and this gate was for those people.  It took them to a city within a city.  Something you didn't even realize it was there.

So, knowing me, and being sarcastic, I took them to Underground Atlanta.

I was puzzled though when we arrived because I DID see a gate.  It was very subtle, not glowing or anything they show you in the movies.  It was more like the beginning to an escalator, without the escalator.  I stepped through this gate with both Scully and Mulder and Scully revealed to me that my dad was an alien and was sent here to make his own army (surprise). 

As we headed further into alien Atlanta, I noticed how beautiful it was.  It was night, always but you could see stars.  The skyline was different because it was composed of different buildings.  The skyscrapers were neonish in the moonlight.  Words can't describe how breathtaking this city was...and it had been here right under my nose.

We headed towards Buckhead.  It figures that Mulder's parents would have a penthouse in Buckhead.  When we got there, this weird tar shaped being with about six tentacles had made it there first.  He held this weird pistol I had never seen before and was threatening Mulder's family in a language I had also never heard before.  Scully took something out of her coat pocket, I'm not going to lie, it looked like a sonic screwdriver, and killed the tar alien.  This did not end well for the alien.  It ended in lots of explosions of a tar/jelly substance that was pretty smelly.

The dream ended with us saving Mulder's family. 

Stephen Colbert and The Sweatshop

I was a young girl of about eight. I was working in a sweat shop, manufacturing a toxic chemical that the local factory uses to cool down their engines. I was not allowed to actually move the chemical, as it was fatal if spilled. It was almost like liquid nitrogen, very, very cold. One of the ladies I worked with ignored the warnings everywhere, she had only been there a few days, and opened one of the vats. The chemical shot up into the air, in almost a frozen water spout formation, and completely froze her to death.

After that occurred, my Aunt decided to help me escape from the factory. She pulled a fire alarm and in the middle of all of the confusion, she somehow pushed me outside through a window.

I ran away as quickly as I could. However, around the next block was a parade. On one of the floats, I saw Stephen Colbert. I ran and almost fell in front of his float. He ordered them to stop and took my hand to help me up. He pulled me up on his float and gave me a microphone.

"Do you know how to sing?" He asked.
"Of course I do." I replied.

Then, he proceeded to sing, "Happy Birthday" to me and then we sang, "A Whole New World" together.

I was never found by the sweat shop and lived with Colbert until I turned eighteen. I thought it was worth it to spend the first couple of years of my life in the sweat shop if this was how it was going to end.

The Husband and the Movie Theatre

My husband, Jesse, took me to a movie theatre. It was almost abandoned, save three people who worked there. The tiles were falling out of the ceiling and there were leaks everywhere. It looked like a building that should have been condemned a long time ago. There were only about eight people there, not including us, for the movie. As we entered the theatre, we realized something was horribly, horribly wrong. Jesse and I sat in the back right row with one of the girls while everyone else sat in the middle, close to the screen. Hugh Jackson came in and sat beside Jesse, the girl, and myself. The lights lowered and the "movie" started.

As the lights lowered, creatures came out of the walls and started feeding on the people in the middle. Jesse, the girl, Hugh Jackson, and myself ducked and crawled under the row of seats in front of us so that the creatures wouldn't see us. I can only describe the creatures as bat like with griffin features. They had red eyes and yellow teeth and yellow talons.

While the creatures were distracted feeding upon the small group of people, the four of us sneaked out of the theatre and into the lobby, careful to avoid anyone that might work there. We made it outside to our car and jumped in. Jesse started the car but only the battery would cut on. We lifted the hood to find that one of the people who worked there must have cut our belt so that we couldn't go anywhere. I whispered to Jesse to call Geico so that we could be towed out of there - but he proceeded to call a friend to have that friend to pick us up. Until then, we hunkered down in a locked car and hoped that no one would see us.

Hugh Jackson crept out of the car to a car next to us and checked under the hood and proceeded to do that for all cars in the lot. They all had the same issue - a cut belt. The girl started to cry. I hugged her and whispered to her that we were going to be OK. Just then, one of the movie theatre workers came out. We hid behind a car and watched him do a visual sweep of the parking lot. When he was finally satisfied that no one had escaped, he went back into the theatre and cut off the lights.

The friend Jesse called finally showed up. He turned off all of his lights and glided into the parking lot. We jumped into his car and left. I looked behind me and felt sorry for the people who turned into dinner and a movie.

The Suicide and The Spirit

DISCLAIMER: I woke up abruptly at 5am this morning, in a cold sweat because I thought this dream was still happening. It freaked me out but I want to add, I AM NOT SUICIDAL, so I don't know where this came from:

I was depressed and scared. I had just taken all of the medication in my bottle and I knew I didn't have much time. I finished my last letter and put it on my dresser for my husband to find. I laid down on the bed, and then things became blurry.

I ended up a spirit standing over my bed and looking down at the scene unfolding. I saw my husband come home and put his things on the kitchen counter and sit at the kitchen table, playing on his laptop. He finally came to bed and turned on the lights by accident. He noticed that I was not responsive and came over to the bed. Then, he started to freak out. I was blue and I wasn't breathing. He called an ambulance and stood over me crying and screaming until the paramedics showed up. The paramedics turned off their lights, because there wasn't a need for them anymore. The spirit part of me felt more alone.

Then, an "angel" comes down and floats beside me. He stands there and tells me that I am going to, "burn in hell for committing suicide" and asks me how I could do this to my family and friends. I look at him and respond, "I don't know. It sounds like you work for a vengeful "god" but mine is merciful and understands. Mine doesn't throw stones or kick those while they're down. If you want to send me to hell, go ahead. It will probably be more interesting down there anyway."