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Yeah, I'm kind of stuck on the second chapter of my story. I have the entire thing mapped out and everything, but I just can't figure out how to actually continue the story on from here. Here is the latest chapter so far, titled "Weird Dream." Any help would be greatly appreciated.
By the way, the word "weird" is repeated over and over again, and I might change some of them.
After everyone leaves, I go straight to bed. The moment my head hits the pillow, my eyelids close and sleepiness takes over. I can feel my soul being ripped from my body, even though I'm not even awake. It's not pleasant, and it never is.
When I actually enter my dream, I find myself in a scenic jungle. Vines were dangling everywhere, and the massive tropical trees scraped the sky. It was absolutely stunning. Then it started getting weird. My grandpa appeared behind a large, poisonous flower as he was riding his lawnmower. He stopped, turned, and smiled at me in this smile that literally stretched from ear to ear. It wasn't sinister, but it wasn't cheerful or painful, either. He dropped the blade on his lawnmower, and started cutting down everything. When I say everything, I mean it.
Blackness surrounds me, and son I become nothing but my own thoughts. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel starts to approach me, and pretty soon I am in the bright light. I take a quick look at my arm to find out it's there again. Nothing else is there but the bright white light. Then some scenery started tearing through the white, then I appear in my living room. I am still me, but for some reason I start becoming a dog person. black fur starts growing out my skin, a snout pops out of my face, and my ears become pointed. I still have a somewhat human physique, but something that's mixed with a dog.
Yeah, it's getting really weird. I actually think I'm dying. but after I turn into this do person, everything starts going black again. A weird tingling sensation starts flowing throughout my body.
I sit straight up in my bed in a cold sweat. The dream was just so vivid, the only thing I can do is sit there and pant, thinking "What the hell was that?" I turn myself and sit at the edge of my bed, resting y face in th palms of my hands. I get up and grab the towel I used earlier to wipe my face off. I peek over at my alarm clock,and it's 2 in the morning. Ugghhhh... I head out my bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom to wash my face off. When I step into the bathroom, I feel something grab at my foot. Well, something didn't grab my foot, I was sinking into a sand pit. The dream wasn't over. I slowly sink lower and lower into the pit, and start wondering when this would be over. By this point, I wasn't creeped out by the dream anymore, I was just tired of it.
I keep sinking lower and lower, and eventually get to the point where I can't breathe anymore. I black out, and wake up. For real, this time. No cold sweat, no weird sand traps, I am truly awake. I just lay there in my bed, thinking about m dream. I normally have weird dreams, but this one tops them all. Of course, there were some parts where, how should I say this, didn't experience but did at the same time. Kind of paradoxical, but anyone in my condition would know how it makes sense.
I look over at the clock, hoping it isn't 2 in the morning. The clock says 6:47 a.m. Saturday. I feel relieved, both because I don't have school and work today, and because I'm not dead. I go back to my bed and fall into the sheets. Back to sleep, but this time, no weird dreams.
When I wake up again, it's 11:28. I pull up my blinds and look out the window. It's raining. Well, at least I have my Playstation to play.
By the way, the word "weird" is repeated over and over again, and I might change some of them.
After everyone leaves, I go straight to bed. The moment my head hits the pillow, my eyelids close and sleepiness takes over. I can feel my soul being ripped from my body, even though I'm not even awake. It's not pleasant, and it never is.
When I actually enter my dream, I find myself in a scenic jungle. Vines were dangling everywhere, and the massive tropical trees scraped the sky. It was absolutely stunning. Then it started getting weird. My grandpa appeared behind a large, poisonous flower as he was riding his lawnmower. He stopped, turned, and smiled at me in this smile that literally stretched from ear to ear. It wasn't sinister, but it wasn't cheerful or painful, either. He dropped the blade on his lawnmower, and started cutting down everything. When I say everything, I mean it.
Blackness surrounds me, and son I become nothing but my own thoughts. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel starts to approach me, and pretty soon I am in the bright light. I take a quick look at my arm to find out it's there again. Nothing else is there but the bright white light. Then some scenery started tearing through the white, then I appear in my living room. I am still me, but for some reason I start becoming a dog person. black fur starts growing out my skin, a snout pops out of my face, and my ears become pointed. I still have a somewhat human physique, but something that's mixed with a dog.
Yeah, it's getting really weird. I actually think I'm dying. but after I turn into this do person, everything starts going black again. A weird tingling sensation starts flowing throughout my body.
I sit straight up in my bed in a cold sweat. The dream was just so vivid, the only thing I can do is sit there and pant, thinking "What the hell was that?" I turn myself and sit at the edge of my bed, resting y face in th palms of my hands. I get up and grab the towel I used earlier to wipe my face off. I peek over at my alarm clock,and it's 2 in the morning. Ugghhhh... I head out my bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom to wash my face off. When I step into the bathroom, I feel something grab at my foot. Well, something didn't grab my foot, I was sinking into a sand pit. The dream wasn't over. I slowly sink lower and lower into the pit, and start wondering when this would be over. By this point, I wasn't creeped out by the dream anymore, I was just tired of it.
I keep sinking lower and lower, and eventually get to the point where I can't breathe anymore. I black out, and wake up. For real, this time. No cold sweat, no weird sand traps, I am truly awake. I just lay there in my bed, thinking about m dream. I normally have weird dreams, but this one tops them all. Of course, there were some parts where, how should I say this, didn't experience but did at the same time. Kind of paradoxical, but anyone in my condition would know how it makes sense.
I look over at the clock, hoping it isn't 2 in the morning. The clock says 6:47 a.m. Saturday. I feel relieved, both because I don't have school and work today, and because I'm not dead. I go back to my bed and fall into the sheets. Back to sleep, but this time, no weird dreams.
When I wake up again, it's 11:28. I pull up my blinds and look out the window. It's raining. Well, at least I have my Playstation to play.