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A new road branching off to two roads, but there are really three - I couldn't see the third one until I needed to turn back from the place the first ones led me to.

Morgan and I were driving. Everything was shades of brown. The road stretched on forever. After one turn, we pulled over. Walked a couple hundred feet. She asked me why, and I didn't know. So she kept walking. A police officer pulled up beside us - angry that we'd park a car in the middle of the highway and walk away. I told him we wanted to walk for a while, but we'd go back. He left. We went back to the car, and drove to Fairmont. Morgan disappeared.

In a purple car - Josh Nyrose' purple Honda Accord - at a gas station...in Calgary. There was a lot of snow on the ground, but I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

I had a fur jacket that I kept putting on and then taking it off because I'd have panic attacks when I wore it. It had 5 buttons. They were black.

Kim and I rode with josh to a house. I don't know what the outside looked like. The inside was the image of the inside of a house of an old friend I met 15 years ago. I was wearing my coat. I was panicking. Josh and I were talking - saying only 3 words each to each other periodically, which was more than Kim. I don't remember her talking. He and I were flirting. Laughing. Making jokes. Short jokes, I suppose. I felt extremely happy.

I went to the washroom to undo my coat. Terrified. I was way too hot. I remember feeling I had to get out or something bad would happen. Kim was in a stall somewhere behind me, but they were all open, and a tall, skinny woman was leaning against the wall in the handicapped stall. She was black. She didn't have any eyes.

Ben Linus told me to stay put in the house. He was scared. He said not to move from my spot on the counter. I was in front of the windows. For a while. For a long, long time. I tried not to breathe, but I don't remember breathing then.

Two men were outside the window in the snow. They were tall and hadn't shaved for weeks. Blonde and a color I didn't recognize. One grabbed a nitrogen bomb and started walking towards to window. I scrambled off the kitchen counter, and sat on the floor. The kitchen was white. The island was huge.

The men came through the living room door. They were talking in muffled tones. I couldn't hear them. They were walking around me. Terrified, I crawled away from them whenever they moved. Any direction I could. Into the living room. One man had green eyes.

I crawled around the half wall. Ben Linus was lying on living room floor, propped up on his elbows. Nonchalant. I realized the men could not see me. They didn't have a bomb anymore. The living room door was brown and 3 inches thick.

I was breathing now - deep, slow breathes. I remember being surprised that I could. On the other side of this half-wall, there were lots of shoes - dirty shoes - and lots of coats hanging on racks on the wall. There was another door.

Then I was outside. Ben was standing, and only one man was there - the blonde one - with a gun. He was laughing at Ben, and shooting him. The bullets never hit Ben, but he was in pain, I could tell. The man was rambling on about boots - white and blue fluffy snow boots - and how he needed them now, or he'd make the bullet's hit.

I had those boots on. I remember slipping them on while inside the house. I don't remember why.

They felt amazing on my feet. They had 2 laces. One on each side, that went vertically through the boot. The sole was flat. I pulled the strings and the boots tightened snugly around my legs. I tied them. I think.

The man could see me now. He turned to me. His lair was long. Too long. It disgusted me.

He was shooting at me. I could see sparks fly as each bullet was fired from his pistol. There wasn't much snow on the ground anymore.

I was scared I'd get hit, so I walked towards a hill across the nearest ditch, and grabbed a thick bended branch from a brush pile and turned back towards the man who was shooting at me.

I realized I wasn't injured. The gun had jammed. I walked towards him with the branch. He was kneeling, scared and frantic. Trying to fix his weapon. My boots felt really, really heavy. I hit him. Twice. It never made contact, as far as I could see. The man never moved again.

Ben disappeared. It started to snow. My dream ended.

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Not really surprised Ben was in my dream. Afterall, i did was LOST last night.

A prank call woke me up from my dream.

"Hello. This is an automated message for Mr. Fat Cheesburger."

Thanks, assholes.

~K.L.

say something~

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A new road branching off to two roads, but there are really three - I couldn't see the third one until I needed to turn back from the place the first ones led me to.

Morgan and I were driving. Everything was shades of brown. The road stretched on forever. After one turn, we pulled over. Walked a couple hundred feet. She asked me why, and I didn't know. So she kept walking. A police officer pulled up beside us - angry that we'd park a car in the middle of the highway and walk away. I told him we wanted to walk for a while, but we'd go back. He left. We went back to the car, and drove to Fairmont. Morgan disappeared.

In a purple car - Josh Nyrose' purple Honda Accord - at a gas station...in Calgary. There was a lot of snow on the ground, but I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

I had a fur jacket that I kept putting on and then taking it off because I'd have panic attacks when I wore it. It had 5 buttons. They were black.

Kim and I rode with josh to a house. I don't know what the outside looked like. The inside was the image of the inside of a house of an old friend I met 15 years ago. I was wearing my coat. I was panicking. Josh and I were talking - saying only 3 words each to each other periodically, which was more than Kim. I don't remember her talking. He and I were flirting. Laughing. Making jokes. Short jokes, I suppose. I felt extremely happy.

I went to the washroom to undo my coat. Terrified. I was way too hot. I remember feeling I had to get out or something bad would happen. Kim was in a stall somewhere behind me, but they were all open, and a tall, skinny woman was leaning against the wall in the handicapped stall. She was black. She didn't have any eyes.

Ben Linus told me to stay put in the house. He was scared. He said not to move from my spot on the counter. I was in front of the windows. For a while. For a long, long time. I tried not to breathe, but I don't remember breathing then.

Two men were outside the window in the snow. They were tall and hadn't shaved for weeks. Blonde and a color I didn't recognize. One grabbed a nitrogen bomb and started walking towards to window. I scrambled off the kitchen counter, and sat on the floor. The kitchen was white. The island was huge.

The men came through the living room door. They were talking in muffled tones. I couldn't hear them. They were walking around me. Terrified, I crawled away from them whenever they moved. Any direction I could. Into the living room. One man had green eyes.

I crawled around the half wall. Ben Linus was lying on living room floor, propped up on his elbows. Nonchalant. I realized the men could not see me. They didn't have a bomb anymore. The living room door was brown and 3 inches thick.

I was breathing now - deep, slow breathes. I remember being surprised that I could. On the other side of this half-wall, there were lots of shoes - dirty shoes - and lots of coats hanging on racks on the wall. There was another door.

Then I was outside. Ben was standing, and only one man was there - the blonde one - with a gun. He was laughing at Ben, and shooting him. The bullets never hit Ben, but he was in pain, I could tell. The man was rambling on about boots - white and blue fluffy snow boots - and how he needed them now, or he'd make the bullet's hit.

I had those boots on. I remember slipping them on while inside the house. I don't remember why.

They felt amazing on my feet. They had 2 laces. One on each side, that went vertically through the boot. The sole was flat. I pulled the strings and the boots tightened snugly around my legs. I tied them. I think.

The man could see me now. He turned to me. His lair was long. Too long. It disgusted me.

He was shooting at me. I could see sparks fly as each bullet was fired from his pistol. There wasn't much snow on the ground anymore.

I was scared I'd get hit, so I walked towards a hill across the nearest ditch, and grabbed a thick bended branch from a brush pile and turned back towards the man who was shooting at me.

I realized I wasn't injured. The gun had jammed. I walked towards him with the branch. He was kneeling, scared and frantic. Trying to fix his weapon. My boots felt really, really heavy. I hit him. Twice. It never made contact, as far as I could see. The man never moved again.

Ben disappeared. It started to snow. My dream ended.

[-----------------------------------------------------]

Not really surprised Ben was in my dream. Afterall, i did was LOST last night.

A prank call woke me up from my dream.

"Hello. This is an automated message for Mr. Fat Cheesburger."

Thanks, assholes.

~K.L.

say something~