Last night, covering up murder, running from rape, and lost in Disney World

It had been an accident. But the cover up had been planned. Too bad bones don't burn the way they should. I had discovered the body, and had kept my friends secret for too long. But now they had been discovered by others, my parents would be home, everyone would know the truth. I begged to call the police. Turn yourself in before its too late. I dialed 911, crying.

I was in class, my friend was there looking mopey. What was up I had asked? I am going to jail, she slowly said. Didn't I remember last night, the hours spent down at the police station. They had called in everyone. But it was a blur to me.

I had been drugged. I knew what he was about to do, I struggled to get our of the room. He laughed and my sluggish movements. I vowed if I survived this that I would going to kill him. Luckily by meth dealing neighbor, an old woman with the face of a bull dog, had heard my screams. She came in loaded, in every sense of the word, and escorted me out. A biker gang was across the street. It didn't take any imagination to guess what had happened inside the house. That biker gang hated rapists. I didn't have to worry about revenge.

But then I was in Disney World, behind the scenes. It was raining and my family was trying to escape. We tried to climb and unlock our ways our of these magical words, but I got separated and kept getting smaller and smaller until walking through the miniature worlds was easy. Little robots were looking for us. I kept on the look out for my family. The robots turned into trash bags when I hit them. But the park police were right on their trail. Where was I? I kept thinking...

A couple of nights ago, sending a demon to hell

It was a race to find the amulet. Me versus a demon possessing a woman's body. It was in an old, five floor antique shop. I entered as quickly as possible with the demon right on my heels, my head scanned the first floor, full of old furniture, and I raced to the second floor, but something inside me was whispering that it was in the attic. I hurried past old dolls, faded photographs and moth eaten fur coats. There in the attic, a black cat jumped out. Here was a powerful nun who had been turned into a feline by the darker forces. The demon ran up beside me and began attacking me. But all of a sudden, as if a great lasso had caught the demon around the neck, she was pulled to a chair. I knew I had to thank the black cat, she was using the last of her magic to trap the horrible demon. I scanned the room and a wave of pressure enveloped me. It was as if I had suddenly jumped into the deep end of a pool and sunk right to the bottom. A old wooden box pulsated. I knew this is where the amulet was. I walked slowly, as if still at the bottom of a pool, and reached for the box. Inside was the amulet, small and gold, with a black stone that resembled an animal at the top. The old black cat's magic was fading, and I knew what I had to do. With the added magic of the amulet, I had enough power to preform a spell. Given to me on her death bed, the nun from Saint Mary's had whispered a free go to hell card, that I could apply to any blood thirsty demon I wanted. I spoke the words she had given me..."with the power invested in me by the the Church of Saint Mary, I banish you straight to hell!" The demon screamed and slid out of view of this reality. I was safe, I had the amulet, things were looking up.

Last Night, Science Fiction Nightmare

I was a brown haired girl walking out of complex. The complex was both a modern building and my parents house. Inside the yard, I rubbed my eyes as if waking from a long sleep. This was a port town. You could smell the ocean and hear sea gulls. And in the distance was the largest structure I had ever seen. It was a sphere with huge black metal legs holding it up. It was in the middle of the ocean, but it was so huge it was clearly visible. It had a red circle in the middle that resembled an eye. But then it moved...slowly at first, and then quickly. It was an eye, this large structure was a robot.

I stood on the fence to get a better view. I wanted it to look my way for some reason. I kept thinking, turn this way, turn this way, as if possessed by something else. And then the red glowing eye turned, and a bright light burst from the eye, surrounding me in a reddish haze. An all encompassing feeling of dread took over. I knew then it was out to get me. I jumped off the fence and only then did I realize that my whole yard...no the whole neighborhood was littered with little robots with similar red eyes. Once I passed before them they began to glow and give off a quiet yet disturbing noise. I knew it was looking for me, and these little robots were its spies.

Just as I had this thought I heard motorcycles in the distance. It had just gotten dark and their lights were coming down the street. The little robots were lighting up every time I passed them. I had to get out of here fast. Were the men on these motorcycles coming for me? They stopped but I did not ask any questions. I threw one of the smaller robots at one of the men and kicked the other in the face. I quickly climbed on top of the motorcycle and rode off. Everywhere I went there were little robots. If I moved by them fast enough they didn't have time to pick up on me. I needed to go somewhere where they were scare and I could escape the city. I headed to the docks.

The docks were busy, ships and boats, storage stations, maintenance crews, boarder inspections and travel lounges covered the sea side. I ditched the motor cycle and just missed a roving little robot by diving into a storage unit. Inside were huge shipments of clothing. I helped myself to a new, more suitable outfit for sea voyage, and left quickly. I realized the robots could only detect me if they scanned my eyes, I walked down an alley of shippers and boaters and traders, looking down as much as possible. What I needed was a ship to sneak aboard.

Now that I was at seaside, I could see details in the huge robot. Flying ships seem to be docking with it, but they were leaving and entering from the other side. The huge red eye ball continued to move slowly, searching the land.

I overheard a couple talk about a cruiser that was leaving in just twenty minutes. It seemed like this was my chance. I sneaked aboard the docking ship and sat down next to a young couple. They were peering out at the large robot, talking about how strange it was when it first appeared but now they can't imagine the landscape without it. Then the woman asked why the red eye was always moving, and the young man said it was looking for a sacrifice, a human tribute. They turned to me, their eyes began to glow red, and I knew I was in trouble. I broke the glass window and jumped into the ocean.

Last night, an unresolved rescue

I was at an after school program when a father who I thought looked like Timothy Olyphant came in and talked about his step daughter. Her biological father seemed to be acting strangely (pictured above!) He was a war veteran and would turn up suddenly after missing for days.

He was, as it turns out, teaming up with a hit squad to take out a bizarre future version of Indiana Jones. This hit squad raided Jones' secret safe house complex and murdered his two best allies, a portly english professor and hard nosed miner. Unfortunately, there were two other people at the complex, and they were taken hostage. Jones' was murdered on the roof and the two hostages tried to fight/ bargain their way out of the situation. A Nicole Kidman look a like was able to console the war veteran father, almost seduce him into letting her live. He was having horrible flash blacks and was becoming increasingly more and more incoherent. I remember him holding a gun, sitting at the end of a long table in a dark, orange and green lit room, swaying back and forth and uttering nonsense as the woman shuddered at every quick gesture he made, not knowing if he was going to kill her.

I, along with a team of hostage negotiators, infiltrated the complex. Unfortunately for us, a team working for the crime boss who had sent the original hit team was right behind us. It turned into a bloody cat and mouse game. The complex was a maze, an old hospital that was abandoned right in the middle of renovation. It was on the outskirts of a new city. It began to rain hard, and water began to pour into some broken roofless hallways. The lights would go on and out, and there seemed to be an endless amount of floors and staircases.

Near the end, a ghost helped my find one of the hostages.

Last Night, Aliens were to blame for everthing

I had just flew into Monte Carlo. I was going to be interviewed for a job. I remember ascending a stair care to an amazing house. Open and luxurious, everything was the color of a beach, with big white satin sheets of fabric blowing in the wind. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I got a call from my British Family. Charlie was missing.

I started to turn around, but men in 90s suites wearing sun glasses surrounded me. They said I needed to see "The Boss". That's when I realized I was going to be interviewed by a cartel family. I had to slip away. Plus there were more important matters I needed to deal with at home

I flew back to England. Mother and brother were distraught. Charlie hadn't been seen for over a week. We went to his apartment, everything was overturned. I didn't want to search any further, fearing we would find a body.

What had Charlie been working on? There was mad scribbling all over the wall, computer screens overturned, flickering a wall full of numbers.

We left, headed for the police. When all of a sudden I was attacked my an alien. A tiny little thing, with a long red tongue. It whipped around and somehow consumed a whole car. Charlie had been eaten! The tongue wrapped around my arm, but I was able to pull the damn thing off, I stepped on it and lit it on fire. Hopefully that was the end of it.

Then I was practicing with a synchronized swimming team when men with guns started shooting at us. Luckily I had two guns tucked away and the scene turned into something from Hard Broiled. There was moment when no one was being killed and I paused and I said, "Look, I shot you, you are dead." And the man in a dark suite said, "Nope!" Like children playing a game where no one wants to agree on a set of rules, the two assailants eventually pulled out a bomb. I ran, and everything began to happen in slow motion. The explosion, the wall of water crashing behind me. I was in a high school and just barely made it to the stairs before the water rushed past. But I wasn't out of danger yet. The school had been taken over by zombies, and I had to push and shoot my way through hordes of dead students. When I got to the top of the building, I saw my missing son. But a woman in a business suite said, it was too late, he had been turned. I screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And turned around, tears streaking down my face, I demanded answers. That's when I realized I had stumbled upon the command center. Busy little henchman bent over computers filled the dark room. The lady in the ugly brown business suite was second in command, and with a curt smile she introduced her master. An alien that looked more like a tiny yellow garbage can than anything else. This was the monster behind it all!

Two Nights Ago, Bob Marley was my lover

Bob Marley was my lover. And it was awesome.

Last Night, the army and an elephant corpse

We decided to go to the movies. A new war picture.
The theater was old. A balcony loomed over the first floor, and each level had red velvet chairs.
I was there with a friend and her boyfriend. He seemed upset about the choice of film. I remember thinking it makes sense that this gentle guy was uncomfortable during a war movie.

The movie started.
There was a helicopter flying to rescue another dying helicopter. It was dark, the sun had just set over the ocean. It was hot, the heat from the machines distorted the dark blue green sky. I remember looking out of the helicopter, it was smoking and veering left and right. I could see a woman, hanging on, her loose hair blowing in the wind and her dark black eyes. I could just see a glint of white reflection in them.

Suddenly we are taken away. The movie cuts. Paul Rudd with a beard is pleading with a woman. The same woman from the helicopter. He looks terrible and is begging the woman to try to make it work. She is pregnant and the apartment is in a mess. She is distraught. He calls for help. She keeps begging him to take her away from the heat. "Take me away, I need to leave...NOW." She keeps repeating now over and over.

Another cut. We are in a desert. Red rocky terrain sprinkle the landscape. One large rock formation appears. It creates almost a cave, a kind of rotunda, blessed shade from the sun. Denzel Washington is in army gear. A patrolmen is standing near by, talking endlessly. Washington is looking closely at the sand, sifting through it and finding...something beyond our understanding. He is investigating a crime, a rape among a platoon. He is looking for traces in the sand and trying to block out his companion's blathering. A bird flies overhead, it's shadow races across Washington's invisible clues. The two men look up and a small hawk has a huge bird in its grips. They both wonder how such a small predator got such a large prey.

Back to the helicopters. Weaving back and forth, trying to reach each other. A helicopter clips the wings of a bird. A nearby hawks sees the opportunity and dives, plucking the bird out of downward spin. The hawk takes off towards land as the helicopters dance back and forth.

The hawk lands in my backyard. The bird it has is still alive. I struggle with the decision to try to save the bird myself, but I know it will die soon, and the hawk needs to eat too.

But time passes, and the hawk's prey was too much. The hawk eats itself to death and rots before my eyes. The bird's bones are bleached in rapid time, its feathers begin to blow away. I look around and my backyard is filled with creatures. Slugs and worms begin to eat a mound. The mound reveals itself to be an elephant corpse. Small rodents appear and finally a herd of horses begin to tear at its flesh. I am horrified. I know I need to get them to stop. I have to get them to stop. Their black sweaty bodies tremble as they gorge themselves. One looks up and its eyes are just like the woman's eye from the helicopter. Black, with just a speck of white. I decide to lead them away, far away, to a stable. I decide to walk them myself. I lead them away, and head towards the dirt road. It is miles away, and the sun is setting again.