To me my nightmares don’t seem that bad. To the rest of you they may be a bit scary, too realistic, and perhaps offensive. If you want a light topic post, do not read these posts. That is why there is a content warning. This is a content warning! If you are under 18, easily scared or offended, or want to read a post about puppies and kittens. This is not that. 

     I have had nightmares for as long as I can remember. If you ask me for one of my earliest memories there is a nightmare from before I was in school, before age 5. I remember. 

          My dreams are so complex it is just impossible to share the entire thing. There are some details even my mind refuses to share with me. There was a period of time when I had night terrors and acted out full scenes every night as I slept. I would awaken crying or screaming and instantly forget what happened. Terrible. 
Last night I remember…
    The whole world is ending and I don’t know what to do. There has been some kind of natural disaster in addition to marshal law. I need to find my dad but he is homeless and sleeps outside. 

       We are certainly in Seattle but it doesn’t look the same. The streets are all different and mostly abandoned. Somehow I find my brother and he knows where dad is. 

       I’ve been wandering these streets for days. I dressed like a homeless person hoping that somehow that would help me blend in. 

      I remember packing my backpack before it hit. I made sure to grab a tent and sleeping bag, along with warm clothes and my first aide kit. I packed in a frantic whir and then was thrown from the building into the black waters.

       The sea creatures had been effected. Not only where they stirred up and angry but they where working for the enemy. They where patrolling the streets. If you fell in the water you where swallowed whole by a killer whale. But it wasn’t death that would come in the belly of the beast. The fish acted as a part of the patrol. I woke up in the laboratory. 

      They put a collar around my neck. The things was heavy and made of metal with a blinking light. Red. Yellow. Green. Red. Yellow. Green. What did that mean? 

I didn’t want to find out

Where are they? 

The men? 

I didn’t wait to find out. 

I flew through the window. Somehow I found my bag. I flew away. 

     I escaped! I escaped! Now I must find my dad. I knew he was in trouble somehow. I needed to find him. 

     Alex, my brother, he had told me where dad was. He was with the dealer living down in a drain somewhere. I ran to the place in the dream. In an instant I had found the place and was pounding on the door. My heart pounding back in my chest. 

       The man I never knew but I recognized him as he opened the door gun drawn scarves covering his neck and face. I held two hands up and said “Rob. I’m looking for Rob.” I was pulled inside and pushed down on the ground. Pat down. My knife taken from it’s holster. 

“Is he alright? Is he alive?” I manage to choke out with a sob. 

“He was already a corpse when I found him.” The man said gruffly as if it had all been some big inconvenience on him. Stalling me he seemed overly interested in my mummy style sleeping bag. “I’m keeping this.” 

“Fine! Just tell me what happened to my dad!” 

I cried.

“He was already a corpse when I found him. One of those things around his neck. Red. Red. Red. He’s lucky I got to him when I did or neither one of us would have gotten out.” 

At that moment dad crawled out of the bottom of a closet. We embraced.

“His sensor would have exploded if I hadn’t poured this on it. Battery acid. Come here.” 

I hadn’t noticed but since I had left the laboratory my light had started to blink. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. 

The man poured battery acid onto my neck, holding my shoulder socket to keep me from jerking away. The thing popped and sizzled and burned but I didn’t move a muscle. 

‘Don’t show weakness here.’ I thought to my self as I grit my teeth. 

The man was wrapping a clean pink shawl around my neck to cover the burn when there was the sound of boots. 



-Dominique Barrentine

Ps. Really I’m ok 😉 Don’t worry about anything. Like they say in Greek “Parakalo!” 


Author: dominiquebarrentine

I am a twenty four year old woman, Christian, survivor, teacher and artist. I recently finished writing my first book, "Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday," a memoir of my life and I started a blog www.thatcrazylife.wordpress.com My book is in the editing phase but I hope to have it done before my birthday in November. I love to paint, draw, sing, dance, and all sorts of other things. Check out my blog to learn more...

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