Why Woulda Sensor Light Remain On

Dream - journey motive

description of my dream (I told it Umrzyjowi):
Take note of course that more precisely, perhaps as a short story ... did not always dream, he sees an abandoned city in which the only "living" part is a wooden pole Y-shaped, which are nailed czegosc remnants, which had a meat (and there is still meat) and rags (belonging to another creature), covering the bottom of the cadavers. As if trying to hug a dying lover's mistress ^
and this is just the first place I visited (first rode the bus, so strange that it often stops and can be visited). The next town - western style, but today ... or wooden blocks, in each window shutters.
So many people łażących aimlessly in the street ... as the first city was empty (And other blocks of our time, nothing was destroyed, but there were no cars), so they were almost the overcrowded
And it was all on the street, the cattle (people that is). Everything changed like an angel came and took one girl (now why did not associate it took and how it took that everyone saw it and saw where it takes). People at one time, without taking anything with them, they go in that direction ... City desolations in the next second.
Next theme: A lone bull standing on top of the hill, at the sight of a motion, running toward the that thing ... chased the bus ... then (as I was returning motorynką) me alone ...
Another theme was some village, in which gas was delivered by the mayor ... not driven away, he saw two friends (yes more is one of them ever knew, and the other is her friend and I met them in high school), which played in badbingtona (or whatever it is called there). Next was oczojebnie żóty car hidden under the roof (the roof, as if the walls had stolen) There
bus turned around and started back, and I was near the house of the girls got off
No, but it turned out that this some 35 women who did not even know what miracle would remind my colleagues (except for hair color at all, although the friend is no longer black hair that had red there again). I. .. Knowing me, reasons unknown to me.
Yes, the first dream that I remember anything at all ... but remember as many of the details, so imprinted in my memory that, if I could draw, I could go zinscenizować: P
Going further, however - I went to the mayor, unless you knew. I got the motor and its fuel ... fueled motor would not put out, What freaked me hard because I wanted to read the next book (refueling took a long time.)
Then I saw on the street, the two women, and rode on one, big white horse. They went for the buildings (remember that this village was, so in total, but the house was still a barn, and perhaps a barn)
Well, I drove in that direction, because there was a street (road). There, in turn, forced a priority (to some black mercowi). Awful lot of cars were driving there.
What's interesting - and then on the way, I met only two coaches (one ahead of me, the other went with next door) ... and so ułożyły that this is what I was going to overtake my left, and the second - with my right.
moped was very moody (though not extinguished) and its speed depend on my fitness ... therefore, the hill at some point went out extremely slowly. He then saw the bull again ... which began to charge at me. To me, I got to the accelerated
city ... I remember that I began to contemplate the void. The fact that once it was a city full of life, and now - after visiting angel - has become silent and empty.
then disrupted moped and jumped on a hill and found myself on the roof of the block (the more high-rise with a flat roof) already from the first city ... and the city scared me the most. I know, I remember that feeling. Yes, though I expected to meet here for a zombie, or death itself. Then woke up in total (some even moped the roofs poskakałem but already got the "monument")
Immediately after passing me, I passed the buses again (same thing) that a white horse, who carried the women. Even before he was a bull. I remember it because I passed it "on the cusp" and he drove straight at me ... I do not remember But if I passed or are faded
because, for example at these women, it felt as if they were, but ... They do not. Or were older with those 15 years when I stayed the same or was somehow altered. I do not know, such a strange feeling

Well, now why I put it here? To access it on other computers than the one here, Portable.

Groping In Train Westernchikan

Six minutes after death

late night, empty streets the young man ran out of breath from time to time on the silver zerkający Casio. It was very late, and yet since his arrival would depend on its future. Funny that every step was approaching him to her house on the occasion of every second, however, moving away from the girl's boyfriend. Coming back to a time when, the same lanky young man with dark hair sat calmly at the computer in his apartment reading the next story. I was reading about the great duel between the paladin and sorcerer Mordred Vlad when it sounded good old cell phone. Do not hurry up he grabbed the black and read Siemens received an SMS:
"foolishly came out.'s Meet and talk. The best today. About 22 am leaving for a few weeks. Ania
Anne, his best friend with whom he quarreled two weeks ago, before it attempts to remedy the contempt of their relationship, she has proposed agreement.
startled boy looked at his watch your computer. His heart stopped. It was the twenty-first. Not a lot of thinking when he got up and ran out of the house. Now you probably will think that the woman gave him a little time, but it's not her fault. Sms unlucky few were sent after the thirteenth day. If you wish to find guilty zlinczujcie network, which "zlagowała" transmission of messages. However, not
cellular network, a boy is the protagonist here, so let's get back to him. Running almost in apnea and spitting out the remains of the air, turned into a weed street leading "shortcuts" to the house of Anne. Stopped there, however, saw before him a man with a sword, attacking defenseless woman. Scene surely have to look satirically: two-meter man with a highly raised, two-meter sword zamachujący the fragile black-haired girl with fair skin. Her hair, falling on his face and obscuring his eyes, which no doubt lurked fear. Her white skin, distinguished by the dark background of night. Her kneeling position, boiling to death, his head lifted upwards, staring into the void of stars. Add to this a drop of flowing red beard, by the throat after the bust ... Stunned
young, not thinking much, he threw himself on the assailant. He did not do this because of an innate love for others and sense of justice. Just before he started to think. The result is a skirmish rather familiar to you. If you do not know him will tell you this: A man armed with a sword at first did not notice the boy, and when learned about it, this lad holding his hands, which could not attack him with the sword. However, the aggressor, in contrast to the young man, frail man, was not without problems, shoulder, he pushed the lad, then ran it on the sword. In the heart of the hilt. The boy in the last spasms of life grabbed the assailant by the throat and tried to strangle him, but he could not - he breathed his last ...
woke up six minutes later, saw him bent over the woman ... her red eyes staring at him, as he thought the foul face. He fell asleep, the last once as a man.

Well, it's a small beginning of a new short story on which the idea came suddenly. I wore a long time writing this from the beginning and, since coming up with an outline, has changed little. I do not know whether for the better ...
Oh, and this information, so it was not - it's not a story about a vampire, or rather - neither he nor she nor anyone who appeared in the history (so far) is not a vampire. You do not need to become a vampire to stop being a man: P