End Days - Ch # 01 "The Warning"

END DAYS - CH # 01     Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE END DAYS © Jun 2013 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission FOREWARD   I don't write down all my dreams because they are usually pretty crazy or a real headache to try and figure out sometimes, although recently they have been of epic nightmare proportion that may never be recalled or written down entirely. Anyways, this one was a little different and seemed to hold a prophetic message to it, if you can believe that. It's more than a few pages so it will cover some chapters. And - perhaps there is truth and meaning to it. Perhaps ... It could also be the madness of my very scatter-brained mind ... This particular dream opens like someone watching a movie. Really in truth, most of them do. And yes, I often get movie credits in my dreams at the end, and this one was no exception. CHAPTER 1 - THE WARNING (rated Teen) The scene opens with a large rotating devil's head, complete with horns on his head and fiery glowing red eyes. There is an ominous feeling about it, but then the camera pans back further and we can see it is actually a latex blow-up head, some kind of apparently cheap advertising gimmick for an auto dealer. But because it is so unexpected and ghastly, people walking and driving by do look it at, if only once before shaking their heads, dismayed they took the time to look in the first place. Why couldn't it have been something interesting like a giant gorilla or Santa Claus was my idea instead of this fearsome thing. To complete the gruesome visage, the mouth opens and a deep sinister voice yells from it's maw on some unseen speaker system, "Come !" and then surprising everyone, it is clear the gimmick is not as harmless as it initially appears because suddenly a large perfect fireball spews forth from it's mouth traveling several hundred feet, and fortunately just clearing the telephone poles. At this point both pedestrian and drivers who were not at all expecting this, stop to look while a polite accident in the road ensues. Instead of arguing who was in the wrong, the drivers both get out and look aghast at this monstrosity, glad it didn't set fire to anything nearby. Standing beneath the rotating devil's head is an overweight auto dealer just bursting with pride. His ill-fitting jacket barely fits over his gorged ponch and he has the most satisfying smug look on his face from the amount of negative attention this stupid advertising gimmick has gotten him. And he doesn't so much smoke a cigar as he wears one in his mouth with a sneer. And combine that with his upcurled lip on one side, the whole image sticks up like a check-mark drawn on his face, clearly the kind he wants his customers to write in confirming a purchase. And then I am one of the pedestrians, and just as shocked as the other onlookers and I approach him. He smiles down at me as if I am too stupid to understand that he's the one responsible for this horrid advertising monstrosity. I feel like I am younger. Only 20 or 22 throughout this whole dream. "How ya doing, pal ? Just-a How ARE ya DOING ??" he offers with insincere friendliness and without waiting for an invitation grabs my hand and starts pumping it up and down like a car jack to see if my wallet will pop out of the top of my pocket. Clearly I'm not in the market for an automobile, nor did I bring any money. Instead I tell him, "Hey ! You could have seriously hurt someone with that !" and I point up at the still rotating demon's head. Beneath it in smaller letters on a fabric banner waves, "Honest Al's Auto Emporium. A Devil Of A Good Deal !" He looks down at me and whatever friendliness was in his face earlier now drains out like petrol on the concrete and he sneers angrily, "Well, we didn't hurt naw one ! Now did we ? Naaw we didn't ! It certainly got yore attention though !" and he leans back and laughs hoarse at the ceiling like his lungs are on his last bet from too many cigars. I really don't want to make him angry. He has such a wild look in his eyes that show me he will defend this inflatable latex fire-breathing horror to his last dying breath, which might be sooner than he thinks from clear nicotine poisoning, so I pull away and only add, "Yes, well, you could've warned others about it, maybe ?" Not to let me get the last word in he yells after me, "Well you can't warn a miracle buddy boy ! And maybe that's what we did here ! It's a miracle !" And he opens his arms wide, "A MIRACLE !" Clearly he is expecting adoration from the onlookers but likely had they a small supply of ripe tomatoes, one might've found it's way to hitting his face somehow. I'm disgusted at the whole affair. I flatten my head down, eager to get away and back to my neighborhood. In the distance I hear someone braver than the rest approach this idiot and speak their mind, "The world is going to hell in a hand-basket and you're all keyed up about an advertising stunt ?" And then they are out of earshot as I follow the sidewalk home. Because that's where I'm going, home. Just then as I am traveling, there is a chill in the air. The wind has - changed - somehow. But as I think about it, the wind has changed in such a way that is unnatural. As if a storm were brewing somewhere. I pass by another person who is traveling the opposite direction and he suddenly huddles his arms up against him. Even though we're strangers, he speaks to me, "What is it ?" and looks to the sky to see that the clouds are seething and rolling in a most frightening fashion. * * * Suddenly I hear something odd. Like a small perfect crystal bell. I reply, "I don't know ... I really don't - but - I'm hearing something. Can't you hear it ?" but as I'm asking him, he suddenly runs away in fright. I sniff the air. It smells good. It doesn't look THAT bad out here. I know Dad warned me what to listen for if there was a tornado in the area and aside from the weird way the clouds looked, there wasn't anything dangerous. And yet ... I'm hearing something. Something - important ? Suddenly the wind whips violently around the corner, carrying white frost in it, which is odd, because we are only going into fall. As I watch, the wind shifts and changes and the powdered ice momentarily appears before me in an odd bell-shaped curve, beautifully sparkling, then rapidly dissipates. Clearly the shape of a bell. And what are bells used for ? I asked myself. To signal something ! A warning ! "It's calling." I suddenly find myself speaking out loud to myself. "The bell is calling." and this was too similar to something that happened years before this. Then the wind stops as I take in a shuddered breath. I hold my breath wondering what is happening now. Then I breathe out and the wind starts up again. Panicked at this, I hold my breath for a moment and the wind stops on queue. Just what is happening here ?? I breathe out in a loud pouf and suddenly the wind reaches a high speed, causing a bicycle chained against a pole to tip over. This is too weird, but when one is faced with something impossible only an impossible solution can be probably. So, realizing that I am somehow a catalyst to this, I speak into the wind, "Hello ? ... I'm supposed to be here, but I don't know why?" The wind shifts again in a complex myriad of impossible shapes and roars past my ears seeming to speak, like a small girl's voice: "Too late. Too late." And as it speaks, the frost appears before me and trembles. And yet - I can't tell if it's excitement or if I'm just terribly frightened. A strange feeling comes from deep inside me, one I had never felt before - and there is no word to describe it. It is =BOTH= of these ! Despite this oddity, I continue the conversation, "Too late ? Too late for what ?" The wind speaks again, "It is too late. You must prepare. The final coming. Prepare, preparation, a great celebration." "What ?" I can't believe I'm sitting here talking to the wind and watching ice crystals dancing before my eyes when there is no snow in the air and yet it does seem like something important is going to happen. Having not received a reply, I add, "What is it ? What is going to happen ?" because now I'm more than a little scared. A bolt of lightning from a rainless storm suddenly crashes down hard over my head hitting somewhere behind me. Then the voice of the wind picks up several new members, as if it were from a choir from a church because it sings or speaks the new following words, "END DAYS !" Having spent too much time around my Real Mom and her always saying End Days were coming, I knew what this meant. And curiously as I accepted these words, the wind blowed normally. I sighed a relief but took it back at once when I realized I was rising up off the ground ! I flailed my arms and legs violently, trying to grab onto something. I approached the wires in the sky and like the hundreds of dreams I had before me I learned VERY WELL to never grab onto those. So as I continued to float I flattened my body against the openings so I wouldn't touch it. And having overcome this obstacle, I started soaring high up into the sky. And although it was daylight, there was curious blue hole I was passing through. I guess where the Ozone was completely eaten away and it showed bright stars through it. I puzzled in my head. Was that darkness from night or just pollution ? Is it possible that all points of the Earth were initially lit up by our wonderful Sun and as we continued to pollute the atmosphere we started to have both light and darkness ? Did we, as a species of mankind create our =OWN= darkness ? And then the scene changed. Somehow I was over at my Dad's house and he was having one of his massive MENSA parties. People were everywhere, talking loudly of great intellectual ideas and notions. Dad had his huge table set out with capers and all kinds of finger-foods. But I wasn't very hungry right then so I skipped over it. I felt it urgent to talk to Dad about what happened ! The wind spoke to me ! What would he think ? He simply - would have to listen to me ! It was urgent. Isn't that what the wind said ? End Days ! That was a very serious thing indeed ! Finally I found my Dad buried in a mass of other MENSANs and they were all laughing and talking about how ridiculous beliefs in the afterlife were. As I tried to get a word in edgewise I saw a cute girl sitting in a plush violet chair, next to the fireplace. She appeared to be about 10-15 years of age. I made another effort to get Dad's attention when she coughed in such a way that meant she wanted someone to notice her. I looked and saw her wink - right at me. I smiled and attributed that to friendly curiosity. She opened her mouth to tell me something when suddenly Dad pushed me hard down on the ground ! He was very angry. "Why do you do this ?" he launched into me. "You're ruining the party, can't you see that ?" I was shocked, to my knowledge I wasn't doing anything wrong but before I could defend myself he reached behind him and pulled out a strange type of copper bellows, like you use to blow air on a fire and then blew it straight in my face. A bright violet soot sprayed in my face and I pulled back. The soot affected me. I felt absent - without - I - couldn't think straight now. It was stronger than even the dark sleep that affected me when I was on anti-depressants. And then my vision changed. I could no longer see blue or violet colors in my spectrum. Dad seeing I was totally tranquilized by it's effect looked down at me and added, "It's for your own good, son." Then he slapped me hard across the top of my head before rejoining his conversation group. Staggering to my feet I finally approached the girl and, she too, did something odd. She held the flat of her hand up against me and blew pretty rainbow sparkles in my face. It was then I could see the colors blue and violet again, and perhaps more ? Suddenly my vision extended and saw beyond her clothes and her nakedness ! I immediately averted my eyes but she reached out and held my hand. Then she spoke, and it was a beautiful voice full of innocence and wonder. She looked into my eyes, "What is it called when a girl makes pretty with another girl ?" As she asked me this odd question for which I clearly had no answer, I then noticed that her eyes held no reflection, only endless depths of blue-violet. So ... pretty. It was like rose-petals a million miles deep and I just wanted to fall in them and go to sleep - forever. END OF CHAPTER 1   Return HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[Angelphires]

This dream reminds me of so many that I've had before...its complete randomness and yet it all makes sense and everyone else in the dream thinks so too. I would definitely call this an interesting one..Though I must say, dreams are a place where the creative side of your brain can play while ignoring the rules of logic. Honestly, that's how I came up with Bloodline Chronicles. It was actually a tiny snippet of a dream and the only part I could remember of it lol. Can't wait for Chapter 2.

[dw817]

That's the thing about dreams. The characters you meet in them, it's as if they assume the chaos or whatever terrible thing is happening around them is perfectly normal, much like Beverly Crusher in the episode, "Remember Me."

This is quite a detailed dream so it will cover a wide range of territory before it finishes, include varied 'plagues' that destroy the Earth several times over, like reality bubbles.

[Angelphires]

lol. Sounds good. Let me know when you post them.

[dw817]

Man I keep forgetting ! I'm gonna post this thingie I'm working on now and WILL get chapter 2 of End Days posted on the morrow.

[Prritiy]

aha beautiful dream.

i too have had such experience but it wasn't full dream half real half dream mine and others ....

and those eyes...Tyr :)

best wishes

[dw817]

I've always been a sucker for deep blue-violet eyes. Most of the dreams I've had of women always have them. :)

[Prritiy]

:)...........

[The dark story]

amazing chapter. It sounds really intriguing. I could feel the rush of frisson in me simultaneously the lingering fear of what will happen next. really, you're dreams are stunning. i don't know why , but most of the time, i see myself solving maths exercise or physics numericals or giving exams. and i seriously don't like this kind of dream as i always found myself struggling with them(though not in reality).

anyway, thanks for sharing this awesome work. so eager to read its next part.

[dw817]

Thank you, Atiba ! Well, actually it sounds like you have dreams similar to me. Every other night I dream about school and my desk is stuffed with papers that having nothing to do with the class. Augh ! It's so frustrating. THESE dreams (which are recurrent) I definitely don't write down. :6

I'll post Chapter 3 tomorrow, Tuesday.

[The dark story]

your welcome. i like such dreams if they just move smoothly rather than showing me such things which makes me pessimistic b=about myself. after my high school board exams got over, i continuously had the dreams--no nightmares, that i've failed and my teachers are all hovering over me. that's why i was so terrified on the day when my results were to be declared. but *sigh* i scored 93%.hugely relieved that my dream hadn't taken over the reality.

[dw817]

The bullying was so bad on me and the fact Dad and the fact I was going through so many towels at school P.E. (at least that's what I told him) that I finally got a GED to get out of all of it. Problem is, while I'm no longer in school, my unconscious mind is determined to make me relive all of those bullying nightmares every other night when I sleep.

I'm seeing a Dr about it and we do hypnotherapy sometimes and stuff and I have an electrostimulus device I use on my head at night too, I'm not sure if any of this is at all helping.

[The dark story]

Man! Sounds really hurtful. Is your nightmares really that nasty that you have to use those devices
Wish your unconscious mind sometime show you that you're beating up those bullies for all this. Sorry,but I despise such peoples who are outrageously arrogant about their strength.

[dw817]

I feel awful today. My eyes are definitely bloodshot, I checked. Feel like someone's been using a 2x4 on my head. And yes, Rose just called a moment ago to remind me to use the electrostimulus device later today, so I may do what I haven't done in a long time and take a 1-2 hour nap with it hooked up to my head.

In real life I don't have too much strength. I managed to get a Green Belt in Tae Kwon Do and that was as far as I could get. I've always been a peace-loving person and try to use my intellect to work my way out of an argument, if that doesn't work I never fight and usually just run away. :)

[The dark story]

Being peace lovving is nice but one should roll up one's sleeve if they do wrong to them incessnatly. Icant tolerate this. I am a bit senti in real but I don't show this to others infact I. Show them only my aggressive side

[The dark story]

Which honestly helps me most of the time. But somwtimes, I justgloose control of myself and that is bad.

[dw817]

I - don't know if I lost control one time. It was at P.E, the guys were all teasing me again. Then one was naked and leaned over and backed up against me. I looked but I didn't like what I saw and I felt warm and sick inside - but for some reason I couldn't stop looking.

The others watched and laughed for minutes coaxing him to do worse to me as I was frozen with fear, or I don't know what caused me to freeze up staring into it like that. Like a horrible nightmare I couldn't escape.

Then I don't remember much, but everything went black and white, like I was suddenly not there and watching a bad TV show, with terrible reception from the antenna and I couldn't change the channel. Someone got murdered in the TV show.

I - think - I believe - I killed him. My doctor said that wouldn't be possible. They wouldn't let me back in school and I would've wound up in juvenile detention. I told him I had to go to SRC for the remainder of the school year when I got back.

And I remember that and I read and read and READ. They had all kindsa good books in that SRC room and I devoured hundreds of stories - which I think is why I know how to write well today.

Anyways, my Dr said - well - maybe you did hurt him seriously then.

All I can remember, and it's very fuzzy - is something involving a padlock wrapped around my knuckle and beating his face in with it. But there's a time frame distortion in my memory, like the two things are years apart, and I have no memory between those two times.

Since then I'm terrified of what I'm capable of so I do my best not to get into fights now.

[The dark story]

Did You Really Killed himOr you had just beaten him badly? But IMHO someone else might have done the same. So I. Really don't mind. Actually I have seen so many cases of crime that I have become a bit……………

[dw817]

The Dr says no - I didn't, but I feel guilty so I thought I did. It's stupid, there are 4-benches in that P.E. room and no-one sits on them, they always stand to dress and undress. Me, I'm a little scrawny and shy so I go in a corner and sit on the far bench to change and I don't bother anyone, and never had any problems before that day.

When he did what he did and got inches from me up in my face like that I shoulda just stood up and walked away or pushed him away me something, but instead I just sat there and didn't move - for minutes, scared I guess. And while everyone laughed I know I was trying hard not to cry. I hate that - and I don't have any memory of how the rest of the day went. I know I wanted to kill myself a week later tho still brooding on it.

And there was a girl at work who was mean to me, Barbara, she got written up in my novel tho and I'll start to post the first chapter for that this Monday or Tuesday.

But I tell ya Atiba. Sometimes I hear about these kids going crazy and getting in fights and they've always been a peace-loving person, and I guess they get pushed too far:
https://www.youtube.com/v/isfn4OxCPQs

I sometimes wonder if I have all these nightmares cause it's my conscience trying to punish myself for not standing up for myself all those years. Yet - I'd hate to see what would happen if I turned my anger outwards instead of inwards as it has been.

[The dark story]

I believe that controllling anger lets it accumulate inside and after sometime the limit gets shattered and it comes out like an inferno. All those bullying might had (ofcourse ) aggressive. But what you did is to control it inside you. And eventually itbursted out violently. I dont think that you should be feeling guilty. There is a saying in our country which means that there arebrats who just cant stop themselves unless they are kicked badly rather than guiding them. I dont think I have made a perfect translation but its the samecase with those guys. They might have learned that day that its no easy to mess up with you. Otherwise they might bare the same conclusion. They can't just stop themselves on lectures or caveats…but a practical demo. You haven't done anything wrong. It just that you are nice that you feel guilty about it. Don't you think that he wouldn't have stopped it even if you had just brushed him off?
And by the way, don't let it lay so heavily upon you that you want to end your very own self. Honestly even I do feel like it and even tried to commit it once but I was hesitating,thinking about all the consequences. I despise myself more than anything else and that is why I hate my existence. Life seems so assaulting sometimes…but we have to fight for ourselves. And that is exactly what you did. If there would have been any sensible "human" present in your PE
.E.…they might have taken a step to hault it and others. But I surmise there was no one and thus you did it. So lease now…it wasn't your fault at all.

[dw817]

Life seems so assaulting - I really like and can relate to that. And yes life doesn't just come head on into you as I think some people believe, it ASSAULTS you. And no, I like to think I can try and trust people but just pushing on his - likely woulda made it worse.

I have high-strung emotions, I get very excited and giggly, I talk to myself, I talk to my stuffed animals - and I've always been that way, and I've attempted suicide several times when someone tries to, 'bring me down.'

The last attempt did nerve damage to my right wrist and I have a permanent scar and total numbness on the back of my palm. I'm on anti-psychotics today and it keeps the voices and 'giddiness' at bay.

I think bullies don't really realize how much teasing can really hurt someone inside, to do what they do, it makes you question things, and you question yourself, and - as I've always written in my novels, the same text appears over and over again.

"Where do you belong ?"

Cause whenever that happens and I'm being teased like that or being swirled in the bathroom at school, those are the words going through my head. And I know those words were actually spoken to me by several bullies as well, which only reinforced them in me.

But I don't feel so bad today. I talked to my Dr and he thinks it's good I get out my anger and rage through writing rather than carrying it out in real life, and I do feel a release of tension when I really sit down and LET THEM HAVE IT. Like Tyr gains telekinetic powers and goes after one very bad bully I named Scant in the story.

She REALLY lowers the boom on him. And I know it's justa teen fantasy to write that, but I feel better. When I first started talking to my Dr he was quite concerned about what the bullies were doing and he said we could look up their names and numbers since I have their first and last names to this day memorized cause my brain works like that.

But I said, and then what ? And - well, I don't know. I said I wanted to write it down. But even then that was difficult, so instead I made this huge and crazy fictional Sci-Fi story about Dev & Tyr where Dev ultimately decides the fate of the Earth, but in order to save it, he must forgive those who have hurt him, and he is hurt and bullied a LOT through all the books. I leave nothing out from everything that has ever happened.

If he decides not to forgive them, he'll enter this controlled 'paradise' provided by Darceon from the Spectral Dimension who makes a blood pact with him, but the rest of the population on Earth will die horribly - because of his stubbornness simply to not forgive what was done to him.

I think that's the best way to write it and while I have 3 full draft books complete, I can see now with the added nightmares I've worked into it, and now knowing how much text appears on a regular printed page, it will be 5-volumes in all.

Minju, when I get back from seeing my psychiatrist this Monday, I was going to start a new novel series in here called, "Nancy Principle" which details my life and time working for the government and an unusual contract I signed to work there - and it is non-fiction from very clear recollection. So far I have 2-draft novels complete for it.

[The dark story]

Iwil you post them here. If you will,so notify me.

[dw817]

Yes - it won't be today. I got the new WC Wizardry up - it's been a LONG day, tomorrow I'll post the 1st chapter and what's been happening the past 3-days in a new blog entry. :7

[Random Peter]

I have a longer dream - http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RandomPeter/1196692/
But yours is awesome too :D

[dw817]

Thanks ! In truth, I've been pretty negligent on this so it's bigger than one chapter. I said I will (I hope I will ?) post chapter 2 tomorrow. There are several chapters to this. If you'll ℛℛ me your story I definitely won't forget it as I answer all ℛℛs.

[Hatchling]

Speechless! You did an amazing job with this chapter. I can't wait to read chapter two

[dw817]

Two people now speechless. Hmm ... Not sure how to interpret that.
Glad you like it. Next chapter will cover Lorraine and the 'saved.' :)

[MandaBear]

Wow. I am speechless. (Which is a good thing here) This was a interesting dream you had here. I wonder what will happen next? I guess we will have to see to find out!

[dw817]

I rated this writing for teenagers. While it doesn't contain any actual sex, there are some -unusual- scenes upcoming that are not for children classified both in violence, horror, and passion.

I'll post another chapter this next Monday or Tuesday.

Thanks for commenting !