Journal Entry #1Okay, so I decided to make things easier (and maybe, hopefully, a bit more organized than my blog is) and just type up my old journal entries. I'll try to put them in order, but no guarantees ^^'. But...yeah, here's the first one!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008 12:20AM
Here is one of the very first dreams I had when I first got Involved in 2006:
I open my eyes, as if waking up, and find myself in a building with walls that are too white to look at. Tinted windows line the wall to my left. I see shadows moving outside, but the glass is too tinted to see any more. I start walking, looking for any other signs of life and finding none. I walk around the corner, seeing a woman and a female robot in nurse outfits. Glad about finally finding other people, I run up to them.
"Hi! Um...I was wondering if you could please help me? I don't know how I got here...I just woke up and found myself in a hallway. Could you please tell me where I am and how I got here? And maybe...you know, how to get out of here? I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be."
The human, during my little talk, looked up from the clipboard around the same time as the robot turned her head toward me. As I finished, I looked at them both expectantly, getting a bad feeling in my gut. I shifted to my other foot nervously as the human looked at the robot.
"Master, this human is not educated," she said quietly, eerily.
I took offense to this, naturally. "Excuse me? I'm educated! 99x99 is 9,801, I'm the second best speller in my county and know how to spell words like pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, and I have the highest scores in literature and mythology, thank you very much!"
The robot nodded. "You are correct, she is not educated. She must be eliminated."
The woman glared at me. "Yes, I shall dispose of her."
I stared in shock. Eliminated? Disposed of? Calling robots "Master?" Just what the heck was going on here?! Before I knew it, a trapdoor opened beneath me. I yelled out in surprise, grabbing the edge of the floor before falling to my doom. I held on for dear life, calling out for help as the robot and woman left me to die. Then it hit me: that awful smell. I looked down...
And saw a giant landfill beneath the floor. Skeletons of small animals and humans were scattered here and there. I rolled my eyes and laughed. This was what they meant by "eliminate" and "dispose of?" Wow...
I pulled myself out of the trap, catching my breath as I finally rested on solid ground. Something caught my attention and I looked up slightly, seeing a pair of brown leather boots. I bl
"I knew you'd get out of there sooner or later," he said, chuckling.
"Um...thanks. Who are you?"
"C'mon, don't tell me you forgot about me. It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other."
I recognized the sarcasm. "Colby*?!" I exclaimed.
He grinned andd reached down to help me up. "Yep. Looks like you're still finding yourself in troublesome situations. You haven't changed one bit."
"You did. What are you, like, 20 now?"
"Close. I'm 24. You still look 14."
I scowled. "That's because I am. I'm dreaming, or something. So tell me, just what the heck is going on? Where are we? What's with the robots?"
"First, let's go outside. You're lucky you're such a good friend...I hate this place."
We found an exit and left the building. As I looked around, I couldn't believe my eyes. There were robots and humans that acted like they had absolutely no will of their own. There were horse drawn carriages and large airships. It basically combined the past, present, and future together.
"...the heck?" I muttered. "Colby, what's going on?"
"This is, from your point of view, a possible future for the world we spent our childhood in. Robots now control the government worldwide and humans...well, most of them anyway...are now the robots' slaves."
"What keeps the robots running?"
"The Company. There's a company that manufactures and repairs the robots. I've only caught a glimpse of the head honcho, but he doesn't look like somebody to mess with. We just recently got word regarding him and his business. The Company also oversees Education."
"Okay, so what the crap is this talk about Education?"
"It's a way to brainwash humans, to change people from us to them," he says, pointing to people being loaded into a cart. They had ex
We passed by a list of people. I saw some faces I recognized.
"So, how's William?"
I hesitated on the next name, knowing that it was a sore subject for Colby. "M.H.?**"
Colby went silent. "We don't know where he is. He disappeared a while back. As far as we know, he's safe. He hasn't joined us, but he hasn't joined the enemy either. He's on his own, just like always."
I nodded. That sounded exactly the way M.H. would be. I trusted him, but I also worried about...and for...him.
"So, why do you keep saying, 'we?'"
Colby grinned that crooked grin again. "In this future, those of us in our little group from high school, along with other various people throughout the nation and world who escaped Education, formed a rebellion. Not everybody who has their own free will is a part of it, but we're growing strong and plenty." He pointed ahead at an old, rundown building. "That's the main headquarters for this city. Wanna go see?"
"Yeah, of course!"
We picked up the pace. However, the world soon grew dark and I could no longer see Colby. "Colby? Hey, where are you? What's going on?"
I felt an aura behind me. I whipped around, facing a tall man with a black trenchcoat-cloak combination. He had long brown hair that was on the borderline of clean and greasy and his brown eyes shown with malice. He had a scar over one of his eyes. "The rebellion will fall, and you will be among the first to die, young fool," he sneered. His voice was scratchy.
I glared at him. "Yeah right. We'll fight you, we'll kick your butt, and there's no way I'm letting scum like you kill me!"
Then the dream ended.
Well...there's the first journal entry. More to come later. I know this probably doesn't help out much...but hopefully some of the other entries will help.
*Colby=one of my friends from high school. Ex boyfriend. Alias
**M.H.=another one of my friends from high school. Had a crush on Maya, and I had a crush on him (this was after Colby and I split up during the summer). Mysterious. Possibly involved. Has a knack for disappearing. I have often seen and talked to him in my dreams. Initials cuz i had no way to ocme up with an alias for him.