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This was very disturbing.
The earliest thing I remember of this dream is sitting in the family van. It wasn't running; I was simply sitting in it, in the drivers seat, as it was parked. My mother sat in the other front seat, and began talking to me about some sort of 'invisible spot' she had found in the air. I asked her what in the world she was talking about, and she replied by taking a stick of butter out of her pocket. I was confused until she pointed it in front of her, then moved it slightly forwards. As it passed a certain point in the air, that part of it was no longer visible. I was stunned and a little frightened, and asked her what the heck she thought it was. She said that it was a sort of 'break in reality,' and that when an object entering one seemed to disappear, it was really entering another reality. I considered this for a moment, then asked my mother if we could try putting something else into the rift. She said yes, but when I picked up a quarter and tried to put it in she stopped me, and said that I couldn't use that. Asking why, she said that the dates on the quarter, as well as the presidential picture, might disrupt the history of whoever on the other side received them (I assumed she thought the rift went back in time or something). Before I could suggest another item, she ripped a small section from a nearby piece of paper and scribbled on it, then handed it to me, saying that I could put that through the rift instead. Hesitantly, I reached over to the spot of air and moved the paper into it. Surely enough, the paper disappeared into the invisible rift-- but, a moment after it did, I felt the paper being roughly torn out of my hand. I gasped in fright and pulled my hand back as the paper disappeared into the rift entirely. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I had felt someone take the paper out of my hand. I was terrified.
I then found myself in a strange living-room-esque area, facing a large rectangular computer screen (except the sides were longer than the top/bottom). On the screen was a series of small blank boxes, along with a paragraph that said something like 'they may be the smallest minority in the country, but they are still people and so I did this'. Apparently the author was talking about sprite art that he drew freely, and he had chosen to draw the characters of people who fit whatever minorities he was speaking of. I watched as character sprites began appearing in the blank boxes, and was overjoyed when Hosea suddenly appeared in three of them. One was a normal character pose, another depicted him wearing a sort of dance suit, and the last was him in a battle pose. I was admiring these when I suddenly heard movement from behind me. Turning around, I was shocked to see Hosea himself walking towards me. He greeted me briefly, then explained that he had some vital information about the reality breaks. I asked him what he knew, and he turned and pointed towards the wall behind him. The scenery then switched so that we were no longer in a room, but standing on the lawn of my neighbor's house across the street. My mother was standing on the lawn and blankly reaching up towards the sky. Hosea quickly told her to stop what she was doing and get away from there, but my mom just looked at him quizzically, not moving her arm, and asked why. Noticing my confusion at his outburst, Hosea then explained that he could see rifts (possibly due to his technological eyes), and that my mother was about to reach up into one. However, he warned, the rifts were now bleeding. Touching them was extremely dangerous-- apparently, contact with the rift-blood could either be very beneficial (in a currently unknown way) or it could outright kill you on the spot. Hosea said that it was not worth the risk at all and that they should be avoided at all times. He then enabled me to see what he could, and I was shocked to notice two rifts nearby. Both resembled 'cuts' in the air and were several inches long, but instead of being invisible, they now seemed to be heavily leaking a strange neon green substance. This substance then turned orange at some points, and at extreme lengths darkened into a red. Hosea said that the green spots were volatile, meaning that they could be either fatal or beneficial, while the orange spots were more dangerous and the red parts were flat-out deadly. As he spoke, though, a line of green rift blood dripped down from the air and began trailing down my mother's still-outstretched arm. I called out 'mom!' in fright, but she continued to stare blankly at her arm, not showing any readable emotion or even recognition of danger. The blood began to turn deep red as it trickled farther down her arm, causing Hosea to start outright shouting for her to get the heck out of there, but then the scene switched again.
I was now in my brother's bedroom, but the layout was old (the way it looked back when we were tiny kids; blue rug and everything). I was kneeling on the floor with (I think) Excalibur, and in front of us was a plastic quart container. Next to it was a pile of quarters. I asked Excalibur what we were doing, and he said that we had to put all the quarters in the container 'in order for something to work correctly' or whatever. So I picked up a handful and began dropping them into the cup from about 6 inches above it, when I noticed that some quarters were disappearing or flying off randomly as they fell. With a sick shock I realized that there was a rift directly above the container, and that we were now pouring quarters directly through it. I remembered my mother's warning from the car earlier, then decided that the date shouldn't mean anything and continued with tossing the quarters in. When we finished, however, I wondered about where the quarters that had vanished were really going. What was on the other side of those tiny rifts? I thought of the unseeable hand that had torn the paper from my own, and suddenly thought of something. I always assume that others are as good-hearted as I try to be... but what if they're far from it? What if that grab hadn't been enthusiastic or curious, but angry and hateful? What if whoever was on the other side of that tiny break was something dark and malicious? I began to feel sick, so I got up and walked across the hall to the bathroom, but immediately saw a rift above the bathtub. I quickly turned and ran into my grandmother's bedroom, where she was lying in bed with the lights off. I told her that I was moving out to live in Jayce's house (a building we plan on renting; I call it that IRL), as I couldn't possibly live with all these rifts about. She very flatly replied with 'did you know that they act as windows to other realities, and evil spirits use them to get into our world?' I froze, afraid that my suspicions had been confirmed, and again said 'that's why I'm moving out of here.' However, my grandmother continued with 'If they get through, they'll follow you. The rifts are everywhere. You can't run away from them.' I began to cry and hurriedly left the room, looking everywhere for rifts and panicking as I did so. I was afraid there was nowhere I could run... and then the scene changed.
I was now in the gym of my old high school, but I was sitting in the bleachers on the left side. In the middle of the bleachers (not on either end) was a mess of large boxes and pieces of mechanical equipment. Looking around, I noticed that there were many others sitting around the bleachers and expectantly staring at the boxes. I somehow understood that all these individuals were parents of children that attended the school, and were waiting for some sort of 'ceremony' to begin. However, first the children were needed to clean up the bleachers (as part of the ceremony, actually). Almost immediately after I realized this, I noticed several small children (aged around 5-10, it looked like; definitely not high school ages) wandering through the boxes and machines. Immediately parents began to get out cameras and film them as the children began picking up the objects and walking down the bleachers with them, setting them in the middle of the gymnasium. This was all going well until one child, a young boy looking about 7, grabbed a refrigerator (no kidding). He picked it up and got a few steps, but then instead of walking down the bleachers, he took a deliberate step onto a high pile of boxes across from the level he was on. As soon as his foot hit the edge he lost his balance (due to the fridge pulling him back), and as we all watched in horror, he tumbled backwards and down to the floor, where he landed on his head with a horrible snap. Immediately there was silence as everyone was in shock, trying to decide whether or not the child was indeed dead. The question was answered when suddenly widespread panic broke out, with children shrieking and running and parents crying. I was shaken and tried to leave, but kept asking people what it must feel like, to lose a child at such a young age and before such a major event in their lives. I got naught but odd looks though, as no one seemed to want to think about it. I was the only person not panicking or sobbing, and just wandered through the rushing crowd, my mind drowning with what I thought such a loss would feel like.
As I was wondering what to do next, the scene changed and I wound up at my workplace. I was standing at the very last register, about 6 aisles down from the first, where a great deal of people had gathered and were talking anxiously. I stayed were I was for a moment, feeling sick, then walked over to see what the fuss was about. When I reached the spot, though, I saw that the people were pointing up at the air above that register, where a rift apparently was. People were 'playing' with it, watching objects appear and disappear, treating it as a novelty. I immediately worried that they were upsetting whatever was on the other side of that rift, and thought of the paper from earlier. As no other objects seem to have had the same 'grabbing' reaction, I took a small paper from the nearby register and walked over to the rift. A few people moved back to let me through as I anxiously put the paper through the rift. Almost instantly I felt a hand grab it, but there was a major difference this time-- I had let my fingertips slip through the rift as well, and had just brushed those of the individual on the other side. There was a pause, and suddenly that unseeable hand grabbed my fingers in tangible excitement, feeling them as if they were some completely alien wonder. The people around me began talking elatedly about this (somehow they knew what was going on), but I was torn between being scared or excited as well. Was this good or bad? Some people in the crowd began expressing disapproval at my having literally reached into the rift, tossing all sorts of 'what ifs' at me and trying to make me feel bad about what I was doing (even though I wasn't sure of what I was really doing at all). I felt another hand grab mine through the rift, and distantly thought that, if it made the people on the other side so happy, I didn't mind standing there for a while longer. I was still quite disturbed, though, as I had no idea what this all meant or what would come from it.
I didn't find that out, though, as I then woke up.
The earliest thing I remember of this dream is sitting in the family van. It wasn't running; I was simply sitting in it, in the drivers seat, as it was parked. My mother sat in the other front seat, and began talking to me about some sort of 'invisible spot' she had found in the air. I asked her what in the world she was talking about, and she replied by taking a stick of butter out of her pocket. I was confused until she pointed it in front of her, then moved it slightly forwards. As it passed a certain point in the air, that part of it was no longer visible. I was stunned and a little frightened, and asked her what the heck she thought it was. She said that it was a sort of 'break in reality,' and that when an object entering one seemed to disappear, it was really entering another reality. I considered this for a moment, then asked my mother if we could try putting something else into the rift. She said yes, but when I picked up a quarter and tried to put it in she stopped me, and said that I couldn't use that. Asking why, she said that the dates on the quarter, as well as the presidential picture, might disrupt the history of whoever on the other side received them (I assumed she thought the rift went back in time or something). Before I could suggest another item, she ripped a small section from a nearby piece of paper and scribbled on it, then handed it to me, saying that I could put that through the rift instead. Hesitantly, I reached over to the spot of air and moved the paper into it. Surely enough, the paper disappeared into the invisible rift-- but, a moment after it did, I felt the paper being roughly torn out of my hand. I gasped in fright and pulled my hand back as the paper disappeared into the rift entirely. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I had felt someone take the paper out of my hand. I was terrified.
I then found myself in a strange living-room-esque area, facing a large rectangular computer screen (except the sides were longer than the top/bottom). On the screen was a series of small blank boxes, along with a paragraph that said something like 'they may be the smallest minority in the country, but they are still people and so I did this'. Apparently the author was talking about sprite art that he drew freely, and he had chosen to draw the characters of people who fit whatever minorities he was speaking of. I watched as character sprites began appearing in the blank boxes, and was overjoyed when Hosea suddenly appeared in three of them. One was a normal character pose, another depicted him wearing a sort of dance suit, and the last was him in a battle pose. I was admiring these when I suddenly heard movement from behind me. Turning around, I was shocked to see Hosea himself walking towards me. He greeted me briefly, then explained that he had some vital information about the reality breaks. I asked him what he knew, and he turned and pointed towards the wall behind him. The scenery then switched so that we were no longer in a room, but standing on the lawn of my neighbor's house across the street. My mother was standing on the lawn and blankly reaching up towards the sky. Hosea quickly told her to stop what she was doing and get away from there, but my mom just looked at him quizzically, not moving her arm, and asked why. Noticing my confusion at his outburst, Hosea then explained that he could see rifts (possibly due to his technological eyes), and that my mother was about to reach up into one. However, he warned, the rifts were now bleeding. Touching them was extremely dangerous-- apparently, contact with the rift-blood could either be very beneficial (in a currently unknown way) or it could outright kill you on the spot. Hosea said that it was not worth the risk at all and that they should be avoided at all times. He then enabled me to see what he could, and I was shocked to notice two rifts nearby. Both resembled 'cuts' in the air and were several inches long, but instead of being invisible, they now seemed to be heavily leaking a strange neon green substance. This substance then turned orange at some points, and at extreme lengths darkened into a red. Hosea said that the green spots were volatile, meaning that they could be either fatal or beneficial, while the orange spots were more dangerous and the red parts were flat-out deadly. As he spoke, though, a line of green rift blood dripped down from the air and began trailing down my mother's still-outstretched arm. I called out 'mom!' in fright, but she continued to stare blankly at her arm, not showing any readable emotion or even recognition of danger. The blood began to turn deep red as it trickled farther down her arm, causing Hosea to start outright shouting for her to get the heck out of there, but then the scene switched again.
I was now in my brother's bedroom, but the layout was old (the way it looked back when we were tiny kids; blue rug and everything). I was kneeling on the floor with (I think) Excalibur, and in front of us was a plastic quart container. Next to it was a pile of quarters. I asked Excalibur what we were doing, and he said that we had to put all the quarters in the container 'in order for something to work correctly' or whatever. So I picked up a handful and began dropping them into the cup from about 6 inches above it, when I noticed that some quarters were disappearing or flying off randomly as they fell. With a sick shock I realized that there was a rift directly above the container, and that we were now pouring quarters directly through it. I remembered my mother's warning from the car earlier, then decided that the date shouldn't mean anything and continued with tossing the quarters in. When we finished, however, I wondered about where the quarters that had vanished were really going. What was on the other side of those tiny rifts? I thought of the unseeable hand that had torn the paper from my own, and suddenly thought of something. I always assume that others are as good-hearted as I try to be... but what if they're far from it? What if that grab hadn't been enthusiastic or curious, but angry and hateful? What if whoever was on the other side of that tiny break was something dark and malicious? I began to feel sick, so I got up and walked across the hall to the bathroom, but immediately saw a rift above the bathtub. I quickly turned and ran into my grandmother's bedroom, where she was lying in bed with the lights off. I told her that I was moving out to live in Jayce's house (a building we plan on renting; I call it that IRL), as I couldn't possibly live with all these rifts about. She very flatly replied with 'did you know that they act as windows to other realities, and evil spirits use them to get into our world?' I froze, afraid that my suspicions had been confirmed, and again said 'that's why I'm moving out of here.' However, my grandmother continued with 'If they get through, they'll follow you. The rifts are everywhere. You can't run away from them.' I began to cry and hurriedly left the room, looking everywhere for rifts and panicking as I did so. I was afraid there was nowhere I could run... and then the scene changed.
I was now in the gym of my old high school, but I was sitting in the bleachers on the left side. In the middle of the bleachers (not on either end) was a mess of large boxes and pieces of mechanical equipment. Looking around, I noticed that there were many others sitting around the bleachers and expectantly staring at the boxes. I somehow understood that all these individuals were parents of children that attended the school, and were waiting for some sort of 'ceremony' to begin. However, first the children were needed to clean up the bleachers (as part of the ceremony, actually). Almost immediately after I realized this, I noticed several small children (aged around 5-10, it looked like; definitely not high school ages) wandering through the boxes and machines. Immediately parents began to get out cameras and film them as the children began picking up the objects and walking down the bleachers with them, setting them in the middle of the gymnasium. This was all going well until one child, a young boy looking about 7, grabbed a refrigerator (no kidding). He picked it up and got a few steps, but then instead of walking down the bleachers, he took a deliberate step onto a high pile of boxes across from the level he was on. As soon as his foot hit the edge he lost his balance (due to the fridge pulling him back), and as we all watched in horror, he tumbled backwards and down to the floor, where he landed on his head with a horrible snap. Immediately there was silence as everyone was in shock, trying to decide whether or not the child was indeed dead. The question was answered when suddenly widespread panic broke out, with children shrieking and running and parents crying. I was shaken and tried to leave, but kept asking people what it must feel like, to lose a child at such a young age and before such a major event in their lives. I got naught but odd looks though, as no one seemed to want to think about it. I was the only person not panicking or sobbing, and just wandered through the rushing crowd, my mind drowning with what I thought such a loss would feel like.
As I was wondering what to do next, the scene changed and I wound up at my workplace. I was standing at the very last register, about 6 aisles down from the first, where a great deal of people had gathered and were talking anxiously. I stayed were I was for a moment, feeling sick, then walked over to see what the fuss was about. When I reached the spot, though, I saw that the people were pointing up at the air above that register, where a rift apparently was. People were 'playing' with it, watching objects appear and disappear, treating it as a novelty. I immediately worried that they were upsetting whatever was on the other side of that rift, and thought of the paper from earlier. As no other objects seem to have had the same 'grabbing' reaction, I took a small paper from the nearby register and walked over to the rift. A few people moved back to let me through as I anxiously put the paper through the rift. Almost instantly I felt a hand grab it, but there was a major difference this time-- I had let my fingertips slip through the rift as well, and had just brushed those of the individual on the other side. There was a pause, and suddenly that unseeable hand grabbed my fingers in tangible excitement, feeling them as if they were some completely alien wonder. The people around me began talking elatedly about this (somehow they knew what was going on), but I was torn between being scared or excited as well. Was this good or bad? Some people in the crowd began expressing disapproval at my having literally reached into the rift, tossing all sorts of 'what ifs' at me and trying to make me feel bad about what I was doing (even though I wasn't sure of what I was really doing at all). I felt another hand grab mine through the rift, and distantly thought that, if it made the people on the other side so happy, I didn't mind standing there for a while longer. I was still quite disturbed, though, as I had no idea what this all meant or what would come from it.
I didn't find that out, though, as I then woke up.
