Subject: Deja Vu

I was with a girl I knew not. In the dream she seemed to be an older sister even though I do not have a sister of my own. She had long light brown or dark blonde hair and seems to be taller than I. I knew she did not care to be where she was and the expression of pure boredom and loathing was on her face and in her action as she strolled around the room. We were in a huge room with timber beams and rough off white walls. There is, by a wall, what was left of a wooden bed structure with straw strewn about it (I think the straw was suppose to be the bedding). The room itself seems to come from a medieval manor or castle.

As I talked to my sister, I looked out of one of the two rough, wide, glassless windows and can lean out and see the fields and woods that lay beyond it. As I drew in my head and continue to chatter to my bored sister, I suddenly hear music, like a violin of sort playing. I then, in my excitement, rushed over to a door at the end of the room. This door had stones framing the edge and rounding at the top in a pretty pattern. I stepped outside my door and froze and had a deja vu.

I could smell the mustiness of the room I was in, the coolness upon my skin and felt as if I had been there before. What layed out before me was large slabs of stone steps going down in what seems to be a very wide spiral or arch path. I was on the top landing and in this "tower" I could make out the walls made with crude shaped stones. There was barely enough light as the "tower" had very little access to lighting, and what lighting there was, I knew not where the source came from. By the poor lighting, I could make out a door at the very bottom of the landing and knew that the mysterious music layed beyond that door. I turned in my excitement to tell my sister that I have just had a deja vu when I was suddenly awaken. The rest of the day left me sad and wishing I could go back into my dream. It felt like home to me.

Subject: The Ending World

As far as I knew, the end of the world is coming to my hometown. Seven women, including me, and seven men raced through the town in the back of a huge van. Our purpose in for being there was to sing with all our hearts to put a stop to the empending doom. The ladies and I sang out in perfect harmony. It was so beautiful you would have thought a chorus of angels came down upon the earth, taken over our bodies and filled our mouths with their song. But we knew that even though we sang beautifully, the coming doom was still on it's way. So the men volunteered to try their best. They sang just as beautiful as we did, and just as strong, yet the end was still at hand.

We peered out the fast moving van and can see the devastation coming near. Up in the sky, towering over the buildings and blocking out the sun, was what at first sight, looked to be the world's largest avalanche. But I knew it couldn't be an avalanche as their were no snow. Then thought it to be a huge billow of smoke rolling towards us, raining down upon us, dust and debree. We found ourselves struggling to breathe from the heavy dust.

We stopped at a building and I got out of the van and made my way inside. There were three women sitting at a table, and I called for them by name to come with me. I couldn't remember the eldery lady's name but recalled that she was the other two ladies' mother. So I motioned for her to follow and called her "mother". I can hear the women bicker and fume behind me as they followed, that I didn't call their mother by her given name.

We have gotten out of the building and I could see that the "avalanche" was moving closer & the air was still thick and hard to breathe. As I look down the street, I see my pitiful cat all wet and scared. I some how had in my hand a towel, I went up to my cat, bent down and swaddled him in the cloth. We went into a warehouse that was to the right of us. As we enter the building, there were some old men by the wall to the right of me, playing poker at a table. It seems as if their heart wasn't into the game as their glum faces glances to me as I walked by.

In the warehouse, there were signs posted everywhere. The warehouse was a makeshift hospital and shelter for people with nowhere to go. I remember a sign telling about the dangers of dust and dirt in the ears, mouthes and noses and they had a place set up for the doctors to help clear out the filth. For some reason, my fear for my cat overwhelmed me. I was afraid that they would try to destroy him. My cat seemed to sense the tention and I held him closer to me and whispered softly to him, to calm him, then I awoke.

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