A Lucid Dream.

"All I Feel Is Fear."

A short story by: BKrabbit

I dreamed I was in a school. A private school with older teens and young adults. It was restricted from the outside world, and segregated on the inside from the sexes. Chaos happened. People went crazy, and the weak minded people started to kill others; rampage. We ran. We hid. Police were outside. No one came in. It was too dangerous for the police to come rescue us. If we wanted to live, we needed to rescue ourselves. Some of us tried to help the others around us who were too scared to run, to try and get away. We could not save everyone. I could not save everyone. I could fly in this dream, but I didn't know it, not yet anyway. A group of us survivors barricaded ourselves inside of a room in the girls' upstairs music hall. We started to question why it was that we survived, and they called me "the mind." As the group of around fifteen of us random survivors from this tragedy sat and waited for fate to happen, all that I could think was that I didn't want us to die. No one wanted us to die. People were hiding in broom closets, bathrooms, nooks in the walls, cabinets, behind doors and anywhere possible. The students who were rebelling were vicious, and said that they are doing this because they had "the sickness." The sickness was a result of being trapped, cut off from the outside world, and being told how to think all the time. No one at this school felt a sense of individuality; we learned how to hide it from the faculty in charge, but some of us simply couldn't take it any more. The sickness caused a fight, and one fight led to another, and another, and another. Armed security guards were called in to the complex after a star football student bludgeoned another student, to death.

The security guards had their shotguns stolen, after they got beaten. The massacre began, and there was no escape. In this school, we were cut off from the outside world, and we had only our artificial world on the inside; locked doors, doors with timers, magnetic dooors, key masters, student faculty, fences around the complex, and no way out. Our school was a prison. We were prisoners in our own minds; but we learned everyday, and pretended to be happy. I was a new student, and trying to find someone who would give me a cigarette. I finally found a guy who was down to his last one, but he still offered to share it with me. We snuck outside of a back hallway door, it was unlocked, but it only led out to a small, concrete, fenced in maintenance corner where the janitor would empty her mop bucket, and there was a small garden with piles of dirt; a work in progress. When we got there, there were about twelve students hanging out there already, it was their secret place where they could be themselves; cuss, smoke, kiss, make love; and share their individuality.

Somehow, I ended up standing on one of the dirt piles, smoking a whole cigarette another guy gave me. I was standing there, reciting a poem. Then I was surrounded by three beautiful ladies and I kissed each one on the lips for around three seconds a piece. There was one girl I was particularly fond of, and I pulled her in closer to me and kissed her a little more. One of the guys in this courtyard had an angered sensibility after seeing my action, but he said nothing. Shortly after this, Someone ended up telling the faculty that a group of rule-breakers were outside smoking, so we all ran back inside, trying not to get caught. The faculty gathered all of the students within the boys gymnasium, and reprimanded the entire school until the individuals who were in the forbidden courtyard were found out. The boy who got angered at me when we were in the courtyard earlier; he then yelled at another student, pointed him out, and called him "snitch!!" The angered student bludgeoned the unsuspecting "snitch" right there, in front of everyone, until he was bleeding to death. Chaos happened.

The group of us survivors were random, but we all had something in common; sensibility, compassion, heart, and wisdom. There were two faculty in the group, a middle aged slender man, and a young female teacher. The rest of us were all students, mostly female, but also four guys. I was one of them.

As we were waiting in our barricaded room, we could hear screams all around us of people getting murdered by the retaliation of students; they were the ruthless, heartless students. We were scared. If we left the room, we risked our survival; If we stayed, we had a better chance of living.

The school was a fortress, an old complex structure that had many floors, staircases, passageways, corners and corridors. There were hundreds of faculty and students. In panic, keys were lost, people with outside access were murdered, and the rest of us were too worried about not getting killed than as to finding a set of keys or an access code for the exit doors, because there were no exits, only entrances.

Each one of us in the barricaded room came face to face with a student who was committing murder, but we escaped our own. We all witnessed someone we cared about get killed; Our friends, our loved ones, our enemies. It was horrifying. The sickness would not leave the school. Everyone knew that this school system was corrupt because it hurt people from within its strategies to mold young minds into the same, strict pattern, and it took away our individuality; but no one ever changed it because they were too scared to speak up. I spoke up.

"I'm gonna go out and have a look, I'll be right back." I said to the group. That is the same moment that I realized that I could fly, so I jumped up, flew out of the window, and rose high up into the outside air, looking over the entire school from above. I was trying to figure out a way to save those who were trapped in the ongoing massacre. I was trying to devise a plan that would take out the murderers; but there was simply no way of helping the situation. The building was too large, too complex, and too dangerous to begin rescue operations. All I could do at this point was to go back inside, to the barricaded room, and fly my friends to safety. That is all that was on my mind. I needed to go back inside and fly my friends to safety. As I was hovering in the air, about to fly back inside to rescue them, I saw policemen and SWAT surrounding the entire complex, family members of faculty and staff, random civilians, and an elderly woman who did not look like any other person in the crowds of people. The elderly woman was standing next to the stone statue of the founder of the school, and she waved to me to come down to her. "She could see me?" I thought to myself. No one else can see me when I'm flying; No one, ever. I swooped down closer to her very quickly to see what she had to say. Even though my friends were in danger I went down to her anyways, because she gave me a strange, serious and important feeling of empowerment. When I got to her, I realized that she was God, and all she said was "You need to go back inside and rescue your friends." As she pointed her long finger up at the school, at the window I just flew out of.

When I looked up from her face, I saw the window on the top floor of the school, leading to the room where my friends were, and all I felt was fear. I was too late. God called me out of the window, God tricked me, because when I looked up at the school in front of me, a great cloud of thundering water sweeped over the school, washing it away into darkness.

All I could feel was fear.

All I could see were the lovely brown eyes and beautiful face, those glossy lips, of the girl I kissed the night before, and at that moment, I loved her. I loved them all, but she was gone, the were all gone;

And then... I woke up.

BKrabbit.