7 Sep 2024
Dream
My dream was so interesting and fun I have to write it in storyteller mode.
Characters:
My father
My mother
Serly (me, oldest sister)
Lory (my twin sister, middle)
Ani (youngest sister)
Setting: a mall.
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**The Escape from the Baboons**
It started in the middle of a bustling mall, the air thick with tension. My family and I moved through the crowds, hyper-aware of every glance, every whisper. We knew we had to stay alert—there was something about us, something that put us in danger. We couldn't let anyone know who we really were.
Suddenly, an announcement boomed over the loudspeakers, chilling the air around us: "Baboons are being released to identify those who are...different." The words sent a jolt through me. My heart raced as I scanned the area, and then, we saw them—wild, vicious creatures, their eyes scanning the crowd with deadly focus. A massive pack of baboons stormed through the mall, hunting.
We acted on instinct, splitting up. Lory, Ani, and I bolted for the nearest changing room, slamming the door shut behind us. The lock was unfamiliar—panic swelled inside me as I fumbled with it, desperately trying to secure our hiding place. "How do I lock this thing?" I hissed, my voice strained.
Lory remained calm, guiding me through it. "Twirl the latch and pull the piece out," she said.
I did as she instructed, but the tension didn’t ease. We were safe for only a moment. Then, my eyes caught movement—the second door, one that locked from the outside, was being tampered with. A grey hand, eerily long and thin, picked at the lock. A baboon was trying to get in.
"We have to go! Now!" I yelled, throwing the door open again. My sisters hesitated, confused by my urgency.
"Why? We're fine!" Lory protested.
"Now!" I screamed again, panic overtaking my voice. We had no time for questions. I grabbed a belt, or maybe it was a piece of fabric—everything was a blur—and I whipped it at a baboon standing just outside the door, stunning it long enough for me to dart out.
But when I looked back, I realized Lory and Ani weren’t with me anymore. We had unknowingly split up again. My heart pounded harder. Alone now, another baboon had caught up to me, its snarling face close behind. Somehow, I managed to get behind it and used the only weapon I had—a pair of red trousers, fabric in my hand—to strangle the beast. Its body slumped to the ground.
I ran, exhausted but still driven by the need to find my sisters. Eventually, I found them, and we regrouped atop a hill that overlooked the mall. The air felt different here—calmer, but strange. People were gathered, dressed in beige robes, standing in lines, chanting in low voices. Among them, I spotted my father. His large frame and curly hair made him easy to find, but something was off.
Then, I saw her—my mother, standing beside him. But she wasn’t herself. She had transformed, somehow disguised as my father. The monks continued their chant, but my mother’s voice broke through, saying something that resonated deeply within me. A single word, starting with an S, echoed in my mind.
I knew, in that moment, that there was something she was trying to tell us, something crucial... but before I could fully grasp it, I woke up.
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