4 years ago

In my dream I was standing in front of a mirror. Mirror showed the past: I saw myself and my girlfriend in the school days. When I touched the mirror image began to move, and when I pressed the stronger I got in the mirror.
There I watched this scene. Comes our teacher and starts to scold us for what we are constantly distracted (we always sat together). Gives us consoles with three buttons: “Yes”, “No” and “I love u”, embraces us and sit in different corners of the class. Then with a satisfied face stands at the blackboard and begins to talk about how to cooking a cat.

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1 year ago

I had a dream that I was playing football with ostriches. It was a tough game because not only can ostriches run very fast, but they were also terrible cheats. On the few occasions when I could kick the ball, an ostrich would simply unfold one of its wings, knock it down, dribble it past me and score a goal.
Ref!’ I screamed the first time it happened, ‘That is hand ball!
The referee gave me a bemused look and said calmly, ‘But ostriches don’t have hands.”
Frustrated, I yelled back ‘Their wings are their hands! Their wings ARE their hands!’
The referee reached for his pocket, and with a flourish pulled out his yellow card and carefully wrote my name on it.
The only thing I could do was play harder. It was kick off, which at least gave me the opportunity to use the ball. With terrific concentration I dribbled the ball forward. The first ostrich was before me. I fainted to the left, kicked the ball right and was past him in a flash. Then there were two ostriches in front of me, moving in. I flicked the ball over them. sprinted between them and caught the ball on my chest, and dropped it to my feet and dribbled forward again.
By now I was in the goal area, and had one last ostrich to beat before I could shoot at goal.
This ostrich slid in at me and I went down. I was going to claim for a penalty, when I noticed that the ostrich had gently passed the ball back to his goalie, and the goalie had not kicked it, but picked it up.
Ref! That was a back pass! The goalie cannot pick it up with his hands- it should be an indirect free kick!
The ref looked at me solemnly and said, ‘Ostriches don’t have hands.
I yelled back ‘Their wings are their hands! Their wings ARE their hands!
With a flourish, he gave me a second yellow card, and sent me off.

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1 year ago

You wake up in an empty room to the kind of silence that can deafen you.
The room is both familiar and strange, a warehouse with cool, metal walls and strobe
lighting. You get to your feet, moving immediately for some kind of escape because
wherever it is you are, you don’t want to be there for long.
You walk towards the door. You try the handle – expecting it to be locked – but it creaks
open. The corridor is dark. But you recognise it. It is your place of work.
The exit is directly ahead, but even in the shadows, you can see the bars across it.
Escape seems futile.
You know that if you don’t get out now, you never will. You need to make contact with
the outside world. You remember the phone in the breakroom.
You waste no time. Dial 999. The receiver beeps into life.
This number is currently out of use. To reach Quarantine assistance. please dial 0181534726.
You don’t understand.
Still, you dial the number. After an agonising pause. someone answers.
Hello? Can I help you?
You open your mouth. but no sound comes out.
Are you trying to reach a safe space? Are you near the infected?
A rasp escapes your throat. A guttural sound. More animal than anything. They sigh.
You can’t speak, can you? We can’t help once the infection has hit. I’m sorry. If it makes you
feel better, they say you soon forget when it spreads. Oh god. I am sor-
The phone cuts off.
You can’t speak. You can’t speak. You turn towards the mirror on the wall. It is only when
you open your mouth, do you see the film of skin that has grown across it.
Nobody hears your scream.

Virus thriller
5 months ago

A bacterium that infected the nervous system turned a large part of society into living dead. Our country was divided into districts, which had specific activities (agriculture, mining, etc ). The capital was in charge of control and peace.
The government implemented a curfew in all districts: you must be inside your city before 7:00 p.m., since the doors automatically closed at that time; This is because the undead only walked and ate at night.
My wife and I ran the mining district. We cared about our citizens and they loved us. My wife wore leather jackets and boots, she was strong and courageous. I dressed like Jesus Christ (?).
We had two children named Amelia and Dwight. Through a mandatory medical examination conducted by the government on a monthly basis, to prevent
infections that threaten the integrity of the districts, they detected that the antidote for the bacteria was encrypted in my nervous system and, for some reason, the dead woke up because of my presence, even though it was day.
Came to pick me up a commission of the government led by the president’s son, a tall dark man, quite young. We had to travel on foot to the capital, making our way through the crowd of the dead.
We had estimated to arrive in the capital before 7:00 p.m., to avoid the curfew. That considering there were no setbacks.

We undertook a trip and the struggle was arduous: my wife excelled in the battle over the soldiers (she
was pretty sexy to be honest), but despite all efforts it was getting late and we lacked a journey. At 6:57 pm we visualized the capital’s gate and ran as fast as we could, but for some reason I asked them to come forward to give them time. My wife cried desperately, shouting to go with them. In my heroic attempt to help my companions, the door closed and I was surrounded and alone. When I thought that everything was already lost, someone forced the door by brute force: it was the president, a huge man full of tattoos and an aspect that scared. I managed Read more…

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