Someone hated us. Someone wanted us dead. Someone had us put on a ship with only desks and a hidden pool table. I remember we were on a ship, I was ready to accept my fate for there was nothin we could do after being put on that island. I began to think ahead, thinking that the tables on the ship (if there were no trees) can be used to help us build shelter, along with any other necessity. We talked on the ship, we each assigned a desk to ourselves. I had first choice, but I didn't know which one to choose. They each possessed a different quality, and the area they each had a different quality of air. I couldn't decide for the longest time. I didn't in the end, neither did anybody else. We finally docked at the island and it was there I realised that other then our own cabin, there were many other's like us. I also realised that there was a mall on the island, for some strange reason. Me and my friends went in to see what it was like. There were so many of us, and we discovered many other's like us who were there before us for the same reasons. We went into the mall, unknowingly excited and happy. The previous people avoided us. We didn't know why, but it didn't bother us. We were then attacked, many of us, me included. A red haze covered my vision, intense pain. Out of habit, to avoid pain I tried to calm myself. The haze disapeared, but those I went to the mall with were scared when they looked at me...then I knew why. I looked around and many people, their eyes were turning red. Filled with blood, blood pouring out of the eyes. Their faces mottled and becoming redder by the minute. Then suddenly, their eyes popped...and they died. Just like that. I stared, unbelieving, until I realised my friends were worried that I would do the same...instinctively I knew I wouldn't. I told them so. Everybody looked at me wierd, but for some reason I knew the reason why all this was happening. Anybody who became highly emotional in any way, be it happy or angry or scared would experience death in this painful way...the curse of the island. But if once experienced and survived, you would never experience it again. Thus we returned to the ship where it was safe. Anybody willing to try the mall would call me to keep an eye on them. But no matter what I did, they always died. By the end, there was so much blood on my hands...I woke up.
I slept again, this time returning to the dream, excpet there was only a small group of survivors, scarily enough it was the group from Taylor's that I always hung out with. For some reason I was treated with reverence and considered the leader. I didn't complain, for they needed me. I don't remember much, but I remember we were in the mall at an ice skating rink, and someone was throwing a tennis ball into the audience, and the audience throwing it back. He began to throw it about five times or so to my group, as if he were aiming for someone. I realised it was me. I took the ball and weakly threw it back, for I could feel my arm had weakened considerably. Livee was there saying it was alright, eventhough I was scared, for the sudden weakness of my arms scared me too much. I don't remember much after that, but for some reason there was an evil, and I was made to save all...superhero kinda thing...I could even fly...cool huh? As the dream continued, with me saving and playing the hero, another wierd thing that happened was that a partner came onto the scene...Bryan!?!? wierd huh...
Anyway, I gtg, lunch time!!! ciao folks...
