Trapped

Down a snowy slope, with a group of friends, though I don’t really recognize them from anywhere. Sometimes, a man (whom I shall call Zaraki-sama) would be there, but not quite. 

We came to the edge of a low cliff, and below, a troop of enemies marched. We were not supposed to be seen, so we held on with all our might to keep from falling. 

However, I was in front, and I fell. As I did, I tried to float, and instead I gently flew towards a group of banana trees nearby, near the mouth of the cave to where the troop marched. I tried my best to hide, but eventually, some enemies, who stood by to watch the troop, saw me. I was hoping my friends would come rescue me, but some also fell, and were caught. 

We were all brought through the cave. On the other side, was a dark snowy city. 

It was like a secret world, only to people that are like them. I’m not sure what was strange or different about them. Eveything looked pretty normal. In fact, the city was snowy yet very beautiful and the tiny lights gave life to everything. 

I ended up with one or two other friends (sometimes one, other time there’s two of them), and we were brought to a mall. It was past mall hours so one of the malls becomes some kind of headquarters where prisoners are looked after. 

I knew we were never going to get out. That even if we managed to leave the building, we would always be in the city. And the daylight was ages away. In the city, the nights were much, much longer. 

All the doors of the mall were automatic sliding doors. However, they won’t open for us. It only detects people from the city. I think they had something in them or wore a small gadget that made them detectable by the machine. But I knew it was one of the things that made them different. They are all part of this system and they live on it and feed on it, and are protected by it. I felt so alienated. 

After a while, I and my friend were allowed to be on our own, but still within the mall. We came to a door which won’t open for us, of course. I was starting to panic because I felt that we could be used for experiments, given that they are contiually developing their city by every means possible. 

Then we came to a series of sliding doors. Near each of them was an old lady who was either standing by or passing by. The first old lady looked at us and walked past the door, causing it to open, so we went through. Nobody noticed, so we realized we just might be able to escape, look for the cave, run through it, and come back to our own world. 

I looked back and saw that the old lady went back to the spot where she stood. It was like she just passed by to make the doors open for us, but she didn’t say anything so she would not be blamed. Then came a next door. Another woman, who looked pretty much the first one, was on her way out, so as the door opened, we followed her immediately. Just one more door and we were out in the streets. 

Another lady was standing nearby and we quickly apologized while gently dragging her towards the door, then running out as it opened. 

We couldn’t find the cave and were not sure where to look. The whole city is their world, and we have nowhere to go. Even the trees were not safe hiding places. They had detectors which can identify life forms hiding in trees. 

Then there was a huge black brick building. It was like the city hall, and there were people in front of it celebrating something. In a while, there would be fireworks.

We stood at the corner of the building. We realized that a tree stood right at the corner of it. We climbed. At the top of the tree, I looked up and saw that we might be able to hide ON TOP of the building, on its roof. I knew that people won’t look at the top of the building, and if we crouched low, no one would notice us. We can travel safely from there.

Suddenly, children were down below, playing. One of the girls, a skinny girl in a pink shirt, started climbing the wall. She was telling her friends that she will show off to her family (from among the crowd) that she can stand at the top of the building and not be scared.

My friend and i decided to get up really quickly, before the attention of the crowd was brought to us. Suddenly. I found loops of rope embedded in the bricks, which will make it easier for me to hold on to it as I climbed.

However, the girl was on the way and I had to wait for her to climb up. The children didn’t mind us being there, as long as they didn’t realize we were not one of them.

After she got up, she ran towards the center of the building to wave at her parents. My friend and I managed to quickly get to the roof and crouch. That way, even if they looked up, all they would see is the girl.

On the roof deck, we looked for some place to hide.

I saw a part of the roof, and I knew it was hollow inside, so we can hide in there until the event was over. The roof was made up of the glossy pages of a fashion and makeup magazine. If the wind blew too hard, it would fly off from our heads. 

I sat underneath, and my friend found a hole that lead to the kitchens. He was going to get food for the both of us. I decided to worry about bathroom and clothes later on. 

He was taking so long so I decided to follow. However, he was already seen by someone, and that someone ran to alert the others. He told me to climb up quickly and to stay under the roof no matter what. He will run off to some other place away from me, to distract them. Whether they catch him or not, I should just go on. He will lead them away from me so I can be safe. 

I sat under the magazine page roof and I think I cried. 

Suddenly, I was tired and sleepy. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. If before that, I knew things like people won’t look at the top of buildings and stuff, by that time, I didn’t know anymore. 

Just then, my friend came back, and he held a knife set. He was panting and he showed me the set. It was a cute pink container, and inside it were two knives. He told me that they knew where I was hiding anyway, so he decided to just come to me and we can try to escape, or just get caught together. But he didn’t want me caught. So he offered the knife to me. He said it would be better if we just killed each other at the same time. 

The offer came to me as such a sweet relief. I almost cried because of gratitude at his wonderful idea. I was exhausted, and knew I could no longer go on. 

We held a knife each. He held it towards me - I’m not sure if it was on my leg or my stomach (I was sitting on the floor) - and I held it to his neck. He was going to count. Just before he came to three, our other friend, the one which was vaguely there since the beginning, arrived. He was very calm and asked what we were doing and why. He was trying to say that the city people’s plans for us shouldn’t be so scary and that we should wait and see. 

My friend with the knife knew, and I knew because I read his mind, that this vague friend wanted to stop us because he wanted to give up my knife friend to the people, but was planning to save me and compromise with them so that they don’t take me and him, and instead just take my knife friend. 

Before he could take steps to come closer, my knife friend stabbed me on the leg. I knew instantly I was going to die of blood loss. I immediately started feeling weak. He gave me a look that said I should stab him on the neck already, and that I shouldn’t look if it pains me. 

As I pushed at the knife blade through his neck, I woke up. 

Pink Rose Rosary Beads

I was in a home library, which turns out to be our own home library. I was with the little wife (a girl I know in real life, who looks likes a little girl but is actually a mom and wife already) and we were looking for something. Then I realized we had to hurry, so I went to the inner part of the library where a low shelf with row of containers on it were, and I took a pink rosary for using. The rosary is a very pretty shade of pink, with each bead having a rose etching. The beads were shiny and huge. As I hurried out of the library with the little wife, I was telling her how pretty the rosary is and how the rose etchings would help me in my meditation as I feel them between my fingers. 

Winter World

I was in a place where it was always winter. The people there are so used to the cold that they can afford to wear sleeveless shirts and cotton dresses. They just make sure they carry umbrellas with them all the time because it’s always lightly snowing. Another odd thing was that people always wore shades and someone was telling me it actually looks creepy if I think about it.

I stood in the middle of the snow, and there were many people around me, all walking towards a building. I’m not if it was a church but they were all going in that direction. And yeah I noticed that most of them are women, and they were wearing sleeveless purple dresses, their brown hair in a messy but beautiful updo. They all wore shades and they all used umbrellas. The cold didn’t seem to bother them. I looked behind me and there was another woman, but she wore pink arm warmers which looked really nice. All the women were tall, thin, and pretty, and they all looked elegant despite the gloominess of the place. 

Laughter, and A Baby

I was in a big condo unit and I’m not quite sure if it belonged to my sister or the whole family. I was moving about, fixing things and cleaning up. Next thing I remember, I was playing with a very adorable toddler in a pinkish onesie but I know he was a baby boy. He kind of looked like me. Then I was lying on the bed and I sat him on my tummy, and as he giggled, he dove forward and buried his face between my neck and shoulders, and I was so tickled I started laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. 

Later on, I had to leave, but realized that I missed my ride. I couldn’t go out on my own because I was wearing cleaning clothes, or the ones I wore as I cleaned about.

Big Boss

I mean, really, big. She’s huge. Literally. 

So I’m in some strange-looking office and I was supposed to report to this big woman. She looks like those very rich women who can afford to eat anywhere and stuff their faces anywhere they go, hence the size and a closet full of black clothes. 

She wore black clothes and always has her hair tied back in a ponytail, her face fully made up. Apparently she is somewhat feared by most people in the office and they were all wishing me luck, but secretly, for fear of being caught by MY boss, not by their boss. 

Later on I went to a corner where my cubicle was supposed to be, and I passed by a small guy who’s supposed to be my officemate, but he’s kind of weird so no one really minds him. He looks like one of my classmates when I was in 5th or 6th grade. He’s the really shy, quiet type who are nice but talk to themselves most of the time. So, as I passed by him, he was writing on the palm of his hand using a pencil. Briefly, I thought to myself that you can’t write on your skin with a pencil. However, I saw his kind of stretch out his hand and I saw that his palm was indeed full of pencil scribbles and it was almost gray all over. I think I said something to him the way I would talk to a child, and went to my cubicle, which looks like a dream desk of a maturing teenager - full of nice officy things yet very cute and most teal and magenta and shades of pink, with lots of glassy stuff and white furry covers and containers. 

It was all blurry in most parts so those were the only parts I remember. All the stuff on my desk were nice, though. I remember feeling less afraid of my boss when I started seeing and touching and fixing the pretty stuff on my desk

Moving Out with 4 Puppies and 1 Dog

I was in a huge house, and people were busy packing things and loading them into a big vehicle. I was just sticking around because some of the things are mine. I wasn’t too busy about it though because I was partly scared of what was happening, and I know I didn’t need to lift a finger because I was “well-taken care of”. 

In front of me was a huge red shopping bag, and inside of it were four smaller red shopping bags. Inside are small super adorable puppies. They will be brought to the vehicle to for moving into the house. My new house. 

I was moving into a new home with Mr. Perfect Skin. 

As my mom placed the fourth adorable puppy into the shopping bag, I looked down at them and thought of how cute they are, and that I’d be with them always, and felt happy about it. However, I instantly remembered I was moving out with a guy I don’t even remember being with, liking, nor loving, yet there I was allowing my things to be packed and brought to the vehicle. 

Eventually, I was resigned from the whole thing and didn’t feel like caring anymore, because I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere anyway and don’t have anything happening in my life anyway so why not see how this will work out. Besides, it seemed like it was going to be a comfortable life. 

We were also supposed to bring a dog with us, a pug. However I was told by one of the servants that the pug has run off and hidden and they have yet to look for it. I just said a detached “Ah” and then walked to the door which led to the garage where the vehicle was parked. 

Later on I was in another part of the garage and my sister was asking about the dog. I suddenly remembered that the pug really belonged to Mr. Perfect Skin’s mother, and that she was supposedly giving it to us as a going-away present. I told my sister that the servants still need to look for the dog. She then said “Bah! I bet she really doesn’t want to give it to you guys!” implying that the mother was just pretending to be nice but is really against our moving out. 

Briefly, I worried because I hate having to deal with mothers-in-law who greatly dislike me. But then I just brushed it off because I knew that Mr. Perfect Skin will practically give me everything that I need, including comfort and protection from an antagonistic party. 

After a while, I was with my sister in her car, and she was driving it, and we were talking about re-painting Mr. Perfect Skin’s car. She was talking about the “appropriate” colors for the season and the year, to ensure that luck is brought to my living together and staying with Mr. Perfect Skin. She started talking colors and years, until she said, “Ah! You’re supposed to have an 80s color! You should color your car a CEILING PINK!” with Ceiling Pink being a certain shade of pink. I refused and said I hate that kind of color and asked if there are any other colors we can use that would ensure that our relationship worked. 

Then I remember standing by the vehicle, its silvery paint being chipped off, and an ugly shade of blue showing underneath it. Suddenly I felt sad that I had to let go of something from the past. I’m not sure what it was exactly. But I suddenly felt anguished at having to leave something behind, and starting a new life with someone I barely even know.