I’m recording my nightmares again. I started having nightmares when I was around eight. By the time I was twelve, I began keeping a dream journal.

9 July 2015 (Seriously…I am using this dream in a fantasy book!)

Part 1 – I had to babysit this group of ethnic children. It was late, about 11:00 at night, and I was worried about the children’s bedtime, but I was waiting for the parents to show up and no one ever came. We were out in the yard, it was dark, and only the street lamp gave us light. At 1 A.M. a father showed up. He was a large, bald African American. No one I recognized. He was there to pick up or drop off his daughter who was barely four. He gave me bad vibes…I remember very little after that. Only the image of the man standing there arguing, with me about his daughter and I had to protect her, but had a limit as to how much I could do.

Part 2 – The scene changed and I was in a school. I was the same age as everyone there at the school, but I was the janitor and was charged with cleaning up after them. I was called to the office and was told that there were footsteps to clean up.

I arrived in the hall with paint and located the run of black and blue footprints and then I remembered. The footprints were clues I left for myself to escape the school. I collaborated with a boy and we painted the bottom of his shoes to leave for me a trail. I followed the footsteps all over the school and painted over the black footsteps along the way while eavesdropping to all the adults along the way. There was a conspiracy against me, and I was running out of time to escape.

Part 3 – The footsteps took me to the edge of an ice cliff that overlooked mountains. The school would be destroyed and the volcano in the distance would soon erupt. At once I was aware of the hang glider fastened to my shoulders. It was night. The only light was the volcano vomiting red fire in the distance, which  lit up the jagged mountains of ice. I kicked off the cliff and glided over the ice mountains. Through the black night, I watched the volcano’s red fire against the black sky. For hours, I sailed in the air. Morning came, brightening the sky, all the while the temperature kept dropping. The volcano was long behind me. Trees had crystallized into stunning displays of white and tints of blue. Below me the sheets of ice dropped into valleys where blue and white lakes spanned the ground for miles.

I was beginning to lose altitude. I had no choice. I suddenly became aware that I was being followed and they would soon get me. To hide from them, I released my gliders, which sailed into the trees, shredding the sails. I plummeted into the lake, breaking through a layer of ice. The cold hit my body and I couldn’t breathe. Moments later, when my body burned from the cold, I was pulled from the lake. I looked up and saw my husband who was then gone. It had started to snow. Through the white, I saw a cabin where smoke rolled from a chimney. Clutching a small doll that was me, I trudged through the thigh deep snow toward the cabin.

I smashed open the door and stepped into a cozy, warm room filled with heat from the fireplace. My husband was there to greet me. He was concerned with hypothermia and began racing to get me warmed up, but I shoved the doll at him and told him to warm the doll. It was me and if he would take care of the doll, now frozen into a solid mass, he would fix me. My husband took the doll and applied medical aid to nurse the doll back to room temperature. While he nursed the doll, I woke up.


8 July 2015

I was trapped in a school with concrete walls and floors painted yellow. I was there with everyone from The Walking Dead…except Daryl (What the hell!? I had Merl Dixon, but not Daryl!?) Zombies hunted us and we ran from school room to school room, only to find that the zombies had reached the children. With each room, the number of zombies multiplied. We made our way down the hall, only to find the last route of escape was locked off. The zombies were behind us. We had no weapons, only each other. Carl found a hidden door that allowed us to climb down into a room so that we could enter another room. A safe room where we remained locked away from the zombies. But there were too many, and we couldn’t get out. The walls were yellow and there were too many.



About the Author: Anna Imagination

Biographical Info... What you seek is my Story. Every Soul is a "Blurb" as one would read on the back of the book. But can people be "unwrapped" so easily? Most importantly, why try? I have long since learned to preserve the Savory that comes with Discovery. Learning of another Soul is a Journey. It is an Exploration. And it does not do the Soul Justice to try and condense a Soul Journey into a Bio.