Sta.sh
So, yeah.
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I'm at my grandma's, sitting beneath a tree, surrounded by little seeds from her cedar tree. I'm lying in the neighbor's yard, and wait for the right moment. The bus goes by, and I pop up, scaring some people. As it stops on the next stop, I climb aboard and sit in the back to apologize for scaring the little kids. I tell this to the nice girl in the back of the bus. She has dark brown hair (I think), pulled back into a ponytail. I can't remember her features.
We ride, talking, and finally arrive at the end of a road. We walk down the concrete driveway, her in her tennis-shoes, me barefoot, and stop at the small house. I go in with her, smiling and laughing at something she said. My Aunt Kristy comes in, and smiles at us, asking about our day. We tell her, and I eat something to eat. (I'd been hungry
) As I finish up, I say I need to go home. (I've had this part of the dream multiple times, for some reason.)I walk out, still barefoot, and walk down the asphalt path. It leads to a little "forest" thing, with vines everywhere and tall trees. (Something you do NOT see in Tennessee
) I can literally feel my feet aching from stepping on the rocks, but I just keep walking. As I reach a gravel hill, I shove my hands in, feeling it collapse around it. I shove it in, push myself up, shove another hand in, shove another foot in, and push myself up again. I do this quickly, because, when I slow down, I start to slip. As I climb, I hear a little baby voice all around me. "I'm lost..." it says. I scream, and wake up.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Okay, so I have NO idea why I screamed, but when I woke up, it was 6:20 or so and I thought it was 6:30. My bus comes at 6:36, so I rushed all over the place to get to school. Anyways, this was not from something I've written, though I am describing it, I literally dream about the path and the gravel hill. This is the first time I've ever dreamed about the voice, but every time I climb the path or climb the hill, the sensation is very real. As far as I can tell, this place doesn't even exist. I may use it in a scene for a book or something.
All right, BYEEE!!!!!
Maybe 'cause it was time to wake up?