Adrenaline spiked her ragged breathing as she ran through the deserted walkways. Encapsulated with glass and a steady supply of oxygen, this enclosure was formed to keep humans visiting from other base planets safe from the poisonous atmosphere. However, the passing decades have been cruel to the structure, leaving it decrepit and worn, poisonous strains of ivy grows all over the glass walkways threatening to crack them. These thoughts flitted across her brains briefly before she turned her attention to the matter at hand: Escaping.
Dashing down the exposed walkways, she made the effort to run down ever obscure sidewalks, passing by multitudes of empty lecture theatres and functions rooms. Peeling walls and broken doors flashed by her as she searched for a way out, the ragged breathing behind her growing heavier and closer. She sneaked a peak behind to watch a progress, hopeful that she had outrun it, but to her dismay she caught a glimpse of his porcelain blue foot.
Keep running. Don’t stop, run till your lungs give out, don’t let it catch you.
With a sharp turn, she found herself in a separate walkway, linking the desolate centre to another one across the island. On the right she could see a man surfing on the planet’s cool, blue waters. Never stopping, never falling. He just rode the waves as if they were an extension to his form. Behind her, the creature shrieked, a gigantic rhinoceros with a smooth, porcelain blue body, charging around the walkways desperate to find her.
She walked to the other centre slowly, afraid that it might be a trap, afraid of the creatures she might see. As she pushed open the doors slowly, a torrent of sound and chatter bombarded her. Blinking, she saw a multitude of creatures walking around, books in hand and bags on their bags. It seemed like she had found a living, thriving educational institute; perfect for hiding and finding her way out.
Running into a lecture theatre labeled music, she climbed to the highest level of seats and slouched in her seat. The lecturer began to speak, “Who can tell me what rhythm is? Let’s see, let me choose someone I’ve never seen before. Ah yes, you at the end of the centre top row! Tell me, what is rhythm?”
“Uh. I’m not too sure.” Drat the convenience of this scenario.
As the lecturer turned away in search of her next victim, she turned to the creature on her left and asked is she had ever heard of Earth.
That’s the name of my planet, I’m a human being, have you heard of us before? I need to get back.
Why wouldn’t I know what a human being is? We’ve been travelling across space and inhabiting distant planets for years, sweetie. I’m a human being myself!
She turned to look and true enough, the girl looked like a human being, safe for her abnormally large pupils.
At that moment, the creature walked into the theatre, his body form similar to a human’s, but still covered in that sickly sheen of porcelain blue.
Who’s that… man?
That’s the vice-principle. He hates immigrants, wants to clear them off the planet. Why, has he been after you?
She ignored the questioned and listened to the lecturer, writing down some interesting note on the back of her notepad. Towards the end of the lecture, the creature stalked out, and a word materialised on her notepad.
What does this mean?
The girl blinked hard at the word and murmured, “That means he’s no longer looking for you. That according to him, you never existed and are off the planet.”
They head off to the mart, bracing the drizzle in their pure white uniforms. The girl had brought her friends along which consists of four other guys and two girls. More of an abandoned warehouse with shelves of goods packed randomly, the girls started weaving in and out of the ‘stores’, looking to buy some stuff before class started again. The makeup was dismal and the shoes salesperson was rude, but the upside was when one of the girls exclaimed, “Guys, pot brownies!”
“I have to find the spaceship, I must go home.”
The others nodded and they headed off to the taxi stand.
The taxis in that planet are teleportation vehicles, and getting into the taxi led to them walking along a winding pathway tot he top of the spaceship.
HOLD ON TO THE RAILINGS, GUYS! She screamed as the spaceship began its ascent. Along the glass windows, pictures of people and the stories they wrote while on the spaceship appeared, each one succeeding the next in date, the content getting shorter, more clipped and hopeless.
Climbing upwards, they found a staircase before them, winding down and completely familiar. They found themselves in a holding room next to a door at the bottom of the stairs. The spaceships jolted to a stop as the doors flung open. A stream of people start walking down the stairs and out the door. Where did they come from? Are they even human beings are one of the strains so commonly found on the distant planets housing our species?
How will you guys remember me?
I took a photo, I’ll always have it on my phone.
Here’s My phone, take photos of yourselves. I never want to forget you all.
Sorry for the horrible structure and the lack of flow, not to mention the horrendous language! My attention was more on remembering the dream as it was rather than really making it into a story. You can kind of see where I stopped telling it as a story and started spouting it factually.
Here’s to a great 2014 with interesting dreams ahead!