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So I was looking through my cobwebbed collection of old files that were put into storage on my portable harddisk. Now in this harddisk of mine is a collection of files, pictures and writing that will probably never be seen by anybody but me.

However, as I was looking through those things, I found something I wrote a long time ago. It was a little something I had written from a dream I had. I had originally written this in the form of an MSN chat (probably retelling it to somebody online), and just copied and pasted it into a notepad file.

So for the heck of it, I will retell the tale here (minus all the MSN-ny bits). So without further ado, I present to you:

A Random Story I had in a Dream

"So you make a left at the park, and make sure you don't forget. Then you go through the fence and cross the garden. Straight ahead is home"

He was pushing his sister in a cart. He was 15, she was 8.

He spoke fast. Like he had to make sure she remembered it. Like it might be his last time telling her the way.

She thought she knew. But she wasn't too afraid. Big brother would be there. No worries.

"I know the way already. You don't have to keep telling me"

"Oh yeah, then where do we go after this?"

"Left at the crossroads"

He smiled.

And so it went on. Everyday they'd get off the station, and he'd push his sister in the cart. Making sure she knew the roads. Because on the inside, he was scared she didn't.

Then it happened.

They had come.

He was running. Sister in cart. Running. He was crying. Scared.

She was screaming. Scared.

"Left at the park, don't forget. through the fence and cross the garden. Home is straight ahead."

He kept repeating it. His mantra. Like he thought he'd get home faster.

"Left at the park! Don't forget!"

She was quiet. They say fear takes everything away. Usually your voice.

" WHERE DO WE GO AFTER THIS. TELL ME. YOU HAVE TO KNOW!"

But she was afraid.

"TELL ME NOW!"

And she cried.

They were catching up, the black formless figures that always wanted them. Always looked after them.

Always looked after them so they could catch up.

And they caught up. It was over.

"Run. The park. left. Through the fence. Across the garden. Straight ahead - HOME!"

She ran. Left at the park. Through the fence. The garden. To home.

But it was over. They had caught up.

THE END!

So there you have have it. Unedited, and uncut from how I had saved it. Probably doesn't make too much sense, considering it was formed in a dream, but it's a story nonetheless.

And you should know, I have a thing for stories.

Jere