Adnai

(Seems like my brain wants to continue the Digimon trend. Alright, I'm game.)

Me and my friends were riding a motorcycle, except there were three of us on there. Somehow the driver lost his balance, and down we went. I was screaming as I hit the pavement, felt my arm drag heavily against the asphalt, but only suffered a minor scrape on my arm. A car was fast approaching the intersection, and as I looked at it, a new piece of fear wove through me.

"Don't hit me! Don't run me over!" I screamed desperately, and I closed my eyes as I heard the car screeching, only to find the tread of the front tire inches away from my forehead. As I breathed a collective sigh of relief, I gathered everybody up and determined us fit and fine. Nobody had been hurt.

The next day I found myself in a department store. It was big, fancy, and very high tech. As I was browsing around, I couldn't help but think that I was being followed. Lo and behold, I was. A man was stalking me through the store, bloody murder in his eyes. Somehow, he got injured - whether or not it was a clothing rack of some kind falling on him or he was already injured - I don't know. But then he was chasing after me.

I beat him to the elevator and stabbed the "down" button, and the doors blissfully shut before he got there. I could hear his screams as he beat on the elevator door. Once out, I quickly looked for a place to hide, and sought refuge in the women's restroom. Crawling under the overhang of the sinks, I tucked my knees against my chest and I waited for the man to come screaming down to where I was. He did, yelling my name and frantically running to and fro, but he could not find me. A young boy entered the bathroom looking for his mother, and I caught sight of him.

"Psst." I said, a gentle smile on my face, "Come here. We'll wait here, where it's safe." He did as I asked, seemingly thinking it was a game of some kind.

As the crazy man drew closer to the bathroom, I remember thinking I wished there was some way I could escape. . . And instantly, I was in another place. A bar, of some kind, with grungy men scattered everywhere. They looked rather like pirates - and imagine my surprise to discover that they were pirates. I soon found that I was in the Digital World, and in a town that had run bone-dry of water.

I don't know why, but I set out to find the problem. Find it I did. A village of smaller digimon had dammed up the lake that led to the Pirate Town. The only way to free this lake was to hit the main control switch at the center of it. Clambering over a trail of floaties leading to it, the Digimon tried to squirrel me away, but I hit it and the dam broke. They were mad at me instantly, but I was mad right back.

"How could you? There's plenty of water for everyone to share. Stop this nonsense right now."

Both towns resolved the matter peacefully, but almost instantly afterwards, I was in the real world. Almost breathing another sigh of relief, I went about my daily life before I discovered my brother handing me an odd camera. He begged me to take a picture of him using the new camera. Frowning, I obeyed, getting the feeling that something was off, and as soon as I did, he disappeared. He'd been transported to the digital world. I tried desperately to find him, but could not.

Right as I gave up home, two Digimon came to the real world - Beelzemon and another Digimon. I was looking outside for my brother to find the pair coming out onto the porch and then shooting fruit. With their incredibly powerful weapons. When I stared at them, about to tell them to knock it off, Beelzemon gave me a "so?" stare.

"I'm callibratin' it." He just replied simply.

I woke up shortly after.