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Friday, August 9, 2013

Weird Dream

It all started when once upon a time, I didnt necesarrilly wake up, but better described as came to. Like, I was unconscious and suddenly found myself in a place a only recognized as a place portrayed by TV and movies. Yet there was this sence of summer camp. I realized I was still wearing my red hard hat, which signified me as a newbie at my construction job. Pulling off the safety reflector vest as I walked down the hall of this strange awkward prison, I thought myself to be dreaming. I couldnt make a decision as to what state of mind I was in. It was all so obscure yet remenicent of by gone days from my old life. I finally came to the reluctant conclusion that this was indeed real. No memory or even the slightest clue of how I got here. Racking my brain over and overe with the same damn scene playing like a pre recorded message. The last thing I can remember was being at work. Which would make sense being I still had work clothes on. There was slight comfort in this recognition, assuring myself that this riddle of a mystery plaguing my mind would soon be resolved. Just as quickly as a thought passes through the mind I found myself in what I assumed to be the mess hall. Make shift at best the room couldnt have been more than ten feet wide, with one long silver tabe stretching the length of the room. Which I was sure went on for ever. Seated near the door there were guys all around me on either side seated at the table. Noticing the obvious separation of what I gathered to be the brutes, per say, of this prison sitting to my right I also recognized a solemn face several seats down to my left. Little Johnny looking at me like I was some messed up sociopath, muttered "I hate them" refering to the brutes down a ways. Obviously scared out of his mind, I thought it necessarry to tell him strait up that he needs to get his head strait. As the words left my mouth I realized I had no idea why he was here! Why was I here? Ah!!! I was right back where I started. Completely list in the clouded nothingness of what this was....
(Intermission) more to come

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