The Aliens and the Hospital

**Note: I was not myself in this dream


I was training to be a doctor. Some of my co-workers, and dear friends of mine, decided that we would walk through the woods to get to the hospital since it was much quicker to just take the path. It was almost dawn, so it was still dark. We heard a branch crunch behind us. My friend Josh looked at me and put one finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Rose and I nodded. Josh, Rose, and I kept walking until we happened upon the graveyard. We were at the old abandoned cemetery now, so we were almost to the hospital. This was an older cemetery that time had forgotten. It had iron rod fences around the grave sites. As I was walking by one, I saw a coat splattered with blood. I gestured quietly behind me to Josh and Rose because I knew we were still being followed. I poked the coat with a stick and all that was left inside the coat was a small gold cross, like you'd wear on a necklace and a clump of long blonde hair.

Then, the attacker sprang. He had some kind of puma with him. Josh took on the attacker. I don't know why it felt important but I grabbed the cross and stuck it in my jacket pocket and Rose and I ran from the puma. We knew of this hole, it was the beginning to a cave at the edge of the graveyard that we were always warned never to go near as children. Well, we were sure as hell going there now. The puma was a lot faster than I thought it would be. I thanked my gym silently as I ran and I'm sure Rose did the same. We worked out to relieve stress.

We finally made it to the cave opening and Rose and I stopped. We watched the puma race towards us, a bit of confusion was on his face as if to say, "why did they stop", but then he pounced. Rose and I leapt out of the way and the puma fell about twenty feet below into the cave. He had broken legs and couldn't get out even if he tried. We got to our feet and looked at each other and the same thought crossed our minds, Josh.

"Josh!" I yelled at Rose and we ran back to the cemetery. Josh was pinned on the ground with the attacker over him asking for the key. Josh didn't know what key the guy was talking about and neither did we. Rose, who knew how to fight (she did some kind of kick boxing after work), did some sort of round kick and got the attacker off of Josh.

"We don't know what you mean by key. What does it look like and why did you attack us to find it?" I asked, getting my breath back.

The attacker rose to his feet clutching his abdomen.

"I just want to go home." He said looking dead at me and shooting an evil look at Rose.

"My ship is over there," as he pointed to a crypt, "but Serin had the key and she's dead. I don't know where it is and I fear I'll never return home. We only stopped here to fuel up and grab some samples of this planet."

Then, he described the key to me. The key that happened to be in my pocket. So, I gave it to him, with the conditions that he wouldn't hurt us and that he would take Serin's body so there wouldn't be any questions we would have to answer, especially if she wasn't human. He happily agreed to these terms as he just wanted to leave. I watched in amazement as he put the cross in the top of the crypt in a slot that would go unnoticed by most people and the whole thing opened to a space ship. There was a walkway to the flight deck, as it was a small ship. He sat down in the pilot's chair.

"Why a crypt?" I yelled over the engines in curiosity.

"Because," he replied, "they are the most ignored here on on Earth."

I couldn't argue with him there. We watched as he took off into the sky.

"Well, we'd best get back to work but he still should have apologized." Josh grumbled and walked out of the woods. Rose and I followed.

But, that wasn't the end of our crazy day, not by a long shot.

It was an EXTREMELY busy day at work. We worked in the ER so we had several car accidents, broken limbs and GI problems. So, when my twelve hour shift came to a close, I thanked all of the deities because I was exhausted.

I retrieved my book bag from my locker and walked outside. There was this man begging and screaming for any kind of help. He caught my eye and saw my doctor's coat. Damn, I really have to start changing clothes in the locker room after work. Not that I don't mind helping people, but an exhausted doctor is not a good doctor.

"Miss, you gotta help me, my wife fell out of the tub."

She looked like she had fallen on his fists. She had a swollen purple bruised right eye, blood pouring out of her nose and soaking the shirt though her clothes. She had a possible broken arm, maybe some internal bleeding, and a huge gash in the back of her head. She might even have a concussion. She was barely conscious. I was trying to keep her talking because you can't let someone with a concussion sleep.

"WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN STABILIZED NOW!" I shouted to the group of nurses behind me who had come outside when the man was screaming.

"Sir, while they are stabilizing her, I need you to tell Josh," I gestured to my colleague, "Everything that happened. Can you do that? It will help us to better understand how to treat her." I tried to explain it gently but it came out mechanically because I had switched over into work mode, even though I wanted to rip this guy's guts out and feed it to him for what I KNOW he did to her.

He nodded somewhat in a daze and sat with Josh.

He was a great actor, I'd give him that. He stuck to his story. He even acted somewhat concerned about his wife.

The woman was in a coma, had six fractured ribs, a fractured clavicle, a fractured skull, internal bleeding in her stomach because of a tear, and a punctured lung. We decided to keep her in a medicinally induced coma to spare her from all of the pain. She had bruises everywhere. She also had older injuries that you could see on the MRI - the bones had already healed from the other injuries.

We reported our findings to the police because we are required by law to do so. I think I would have done it anyway, even if it wasn't a requirement.

It had been a weird day but now it was time to go home. I didn't even know what to think about the guy in the spaceship because I had been too distracted by the poor woman patient.

Such a weird day.

The Ex (unfinished)

I sat there, broken hearted and her eyes transfixed on the screen in front of me. I was wondering what went wrong in my life. What did I do to drive every person who had ever gotten close to me away? I sipped her coffee.

There were a lot of people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with and go out with but they weren't true friends. Now, I was at home,alone,typing on my computer and feeling sorry for myself. I felt it was all some kind of a mistake.

You couldn't really lose all of your friends over something so silly as a party, could you?

I didn't want to go to this stupid party. My boyfriend's ex was hosting it...and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. I wasn't too happy about my boyfriend being on such good terms with his ex. I knew he had been unfaithful for a while but asking me to go with him to her party ... that was just wrong.

I felt as though I had to watch every word I said, and tip toe around because I didn't want to offend anyone. I knew that I was walking into a lion's den. Everyone probably had been told about me, the ice queen. Most of the people at this party would be the ex girlfriend's friends and they would hate me just out of loyalty, even though non of them knew me personally.

Also, I was tired of being betrayed.

I felt like I couldn't really be MYSELF. I would just feel awkward and weird around my boyfriend's ex. My boyfriend and his ex weren't on the best of terms,or so they wanted me to believe.

I had no one to talk to. No close friends that I could ask advice from. I had to go to this party or it would look like the ex won and I'll be damned if I give her that satisfaction.

I wouldn't be able to relax at the party but I would look damn good. I looked at the computer screen with a nauseated stomach. All I could do was stare at the e-vite.

Time to back away from the computer, I thought to myself.

We bind ourselves to a logic that cannot exist. We base our ideas on lies such as friendship. I haven't found a true friend since I have been alive, I thought to myself as I sipped by coffee. Why start now?

I flipped on the news. The news was always depressing these days so, I changed the channel and found that the only other thing on was the Home Shopping Network. I frowned. This scam really upset me. Really cheap items for expensive prices and people actually bought into it. I changed the channel to the music channels and jammed out to Kimbra.

I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I had time to think. It was hard to have time to myself between my cheating boyfriend and my daughter. My daughter is five years old, but very bright for her age. She was currently in school. I knew my boyfriend was at his ex's house because I called him at work. His boss, Johnny, was really embarrassed and told me that he never came in.

I had chosen to move our family to Tennessee to be with Robbie, my boyfriend.

Then, my phone rang. It was Robbie.

He decided that he was moving to Maine with Sasha and told me the party that I was invited to was an accident. He was going to propose to Sasha at the party and they were happy together. He told me that I just wasn't doing it for him.

I said a few choice words to him that I won't repeat. Thankfully, my name was on the lease because his credit was bad. I arranged a time when i wouldn't be home for him to come and get his stuff. My only friend in the world, Rachel, would supervise to make sure that Robbie only took his own things.

So, my daughter Amanda, and myself would have to start all over. It was scary and depressing but I had to be strong for my daughter. That is the hardest part.

Independence

She was standing beside her bed with her hands on her hips, looking at the bed she had made that morning. The house had been spotless, and now--it had been destroyed. Well--if he thought he'd scare her like that while they had a son...he would never see his son again. He can pick on me now, but he will NEVER find his son. Never. He was finally safe with friends. Friends who could be counted on and trusted. So when the smell of the freshly lit cigar arose, she was ready. She took lighter fluid and poured it through the house. As she took up the match she said, "Sorry baby, but this is your only way out." A tear streamed down her cheek as she watched everything she had acquired her catch with the bright hot flames...they engulfed everything that belonged to her, even the man with the cigar...he wasn't able to escape. She prayed once more that it would be over, and her son would understand some day and still love her. She had to do this, it was the only way for him ever to have a decent life without the bruises and without broken bones.

Her son was summoned by the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone told him that his house was on fire. He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it. Tears fell over his partially bruised eye. A fireman walking by him paused to look around. The boy tugged on his sleeve. "Sir, what it happening here?" He knew this was their boy. He was mighty polite, but there was news to be told.

"Your mama and your daddy were in the house together son, and I don't think we'll find them...alive."

His eyes swelled with new tears. "What's going to happen to me then sir?"

The fireman took one quick look around and spotted the exact image of Tayla. "Be right back son." The fireman said and moved over to Tayla's look alike.

"Beg your pardon missus, but are you related to Tayla?"

"I am her twin sister, Kayla."

"well I got a little boy over here who sure needs some kind words and a good night's sleep. He'd be your nephew."

"Yes, I would expect so...lemme look at you son."

He looked just like HIM. Not all that bad, he had his mother's eyes and her frailty.

Break Up

Silently wishing
For this nightmare to end
Silently waiting
For this struggle to fade

Hoping that you
Won't forget me
Hoping that you
Won't hate me

Together again
Is an impossibility
But maybe friends
Would be more up your

Alley.

The Nightmare from Last Night

I had two sets of nightmares. One involved my grandfather (I dreamed about him last night, too) and the other involved one of my best friends that I grew up with but we've grown a part.

And, no, before you ask, I have not played any zombie games or watched zombie movies yesterday.

The first nightmare was about my grandfather.

We were back in his hospital room, watching him die all over again. That was rough enough. After he took his last breath and died, a team of nurses and doctors came in, moved us out of the way, and started to resuscitate him. They brought him back. I looked over at the monitor and saw a heartbeat. I was so excited! My grandfather would live! My family and I gave each other hugs and we were so happy. Then, my grandfather spoke to all of us.

"Who are you?"

He didn't remember anything about us ... who we were, what he was doing in the hospital, nothing. All of his memories were gone. My heart sank. This, to me, was worse than death. He didn't even recognize my grandmother. She tried to get him to remember, and then she started to cry. The doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home because he would need around the clock care. He couldn't even remember how to get dressed. It was so hard to watch. This wasn't the grandfather I remembered. Then, I woke up.


The second dream took place in Augusta. I was with my long time friend, the one I grew up with, and his family. I was visiting because I haven't been to Augusta in a long, long time. I got to meet his wife and say hello to the new arrival. Everything was going great until I heard a bunch of sirens go off outside. We flipped on the news to find that SRS was having some sort of melt down and everyone needed to evacuate quickly. I grabbed the wife by the hand and my friend followed us. We made it to the last helicopter but there was only room for three. I shoved my friend aboard with his family, and before they could do anything the helicopter took off. I stood there and watched, knowing I was going to die, but that they would be safe. He had kids and I didn't. He needed to be with his family. If I was lucky, I would find transport somewhere else. But before I could do anything, the helicopter blew up. I screamed. The fiery wreckage rained down around me. I sank to my knees. I was the one who made them get on that helicopter. I was the reason they died.

Rival Gangs

I was not myself, I was someone else. I was following around a dignitary as a field reporter. This dignitary was from South America and was very important. He took us to see a top secret bridge that was being built in America in his honor. We passed by the bridge and strangely enough it was made of trees. I'm not saying it was a wooden bridge, it was made of actual trees. The pine trees were entwined together to make a bridge. This was the top secret bridge they were working on? It looked like something Keebler Elves made. The dignitary then took us to a building close by where the engineers were gathered together to plan the bridge. We were all told to grab an ID card and other badges before we could enter the hallway. Two of my friends and I hung back from the dignitary and his crowd. One of the other girls hung back with us. She had been spending time with the dignitary as a private call girl. She placed her ID in the trash and looked at us. "If you know what's best for you, you'll leave. Kendra's coming." Then, she was gone. A photographer passed us and told us that she had to run to the hospital, there had been an accident in her family. She gave me her really expensive camera and her card and said that she would retrieve her camera later and then left in quite a hurry. The dignitary called to us and told me to take his picture. He posed with two more of his girls and I snapped three pictures to be safe. I looked at my friends. I was starting to get scared. Kendra was renowned as a head of one of the worst gangs in the area. She was Hispanic in origin, about 140 pounds, 5'6", and she wore the worst wig. It was cut in a 50s style, dyed auburn, with pink highlights. She was dressed in a pink tube top with white hot pants. It was painful to look at. The girl to her right was younger, about seventeen, and stopped to look at me. She said, "You're holding that camera wrong and that's a crime. Let me show you how to properly hold it." And she proceeded to correct me. I thought they'd just walk by and leave me alone, but I was so, so wrong. Kendra stopped in front of me as well. Why didn't I just leave when that girl told me to? I should have listened. But no, I had to stay here because I wanted a damn promotion. Kendra looked at the dignitary. "You have some nerve showing your face around here, Juan. I thought that I told you to stay out of my fucking territory! Since you can't seem to follow simple directions, I think that I need to teach you a lesson." She started with the lesson. She pulled out a couple of guns and shot all of the girls the dignitary had around him. The younger girl, the seventeen year old who had corrected me earlier, came up to me and smiled. She whispered into my ear, "Because I think you weren't involved in anything that Juan did, we're going to show you and your friends mercy. Kendra will deal with you herself. Be strong and you'll earn her respect." Then, Kendra came over. She looked at me and then charged at me. There wasn't a gun for me - it was physical violence. I had not been trained to fight physically, so I just defended myself. I got a punch or two in and I even tore out some of her wig. I hated that damn wig and attacked her with everything I had. My friends weren't as lucky as I was. One of my friends didn't defend herself well enough so the girl she was fighting broke her neck and killed her. My second friend ended up being paralyzed from the waist down. I managed to only get away with a fractured wrist, broken elbow, and cuts and bruises. Kendra lost hair, had black eyes, and I broke her leg. After all of the fighting was done, Kendra pulled a gun and shot the dignitary in the head. Then, she looked at me while I huddled against the wall, dialing 911 on my cell phone in my pocket. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that. Stay away from the likes of these people or you may not get so lucky again."