MortalTrinity

It was the dawn of time. I was an observer to what scholars call "The World's First Marriage." Adam and Eve were upon their fourth year on earth and humanity had existed along with them. Their marriage, however, was less than ideal. Most know the story of what happened at The Garden of Eden. What people today don't know is that the marriage never really recovered from that moment. Eve was deeply hurt by Adams thoughtless finger pointing when he was faced by his creator. She still remembered his words when God asked if he had disobeyed and I imagined that even after four years the words still stung: You gave me this woman and she gave me the fruit so I ate it! When push came to shove Adam threw his wife under the bus and, while I can not be sure, I don't think he ever apologized for what he had done. So here they were now a marriage strained by an act of unbelievable cowardice. It was obvious to me and everyone else that Eve was not happy. Many have even stated that Adam may not have been the best thing to happen to Eve which I found odd since Adam had (supposedly) come first.

It was night time and although man had only existed for four years he had already made leaps and bounds in progress. I was in the middle east and I saw that mankind had already begun erecting modern civilizations. I later found myself walking along a path towards a town. I am not sure as to weather or not I was part of a pedestrian convoy but I do remember that it was pitch black out and the path was thoroughly shaded by trees. There were guards standing along both sides of the path. They wore turbans and they were armed with AK-47s (to reiterate this is just four years after mankind was first created) I didn't like them. I think I may have had to sidestep some land mines that were planted along the path (four years).

I eventually came upon a town. The town appeared to be a middle eastern slum that was dimly lit by blue florescent lights and I really wanted to get inside (I think that the guards were eyeing me something fierce). I don't remember the details but I was able to find a nice woman who was more than willing to let me stay. The home's exterior had the appearance of a mortar concrete home but the interior was very modern with wooden flooring, concrete walls and ceiling and all the amenities of a typical first world home. The family was very nice but didn't get along terribly well. I remember that there was a fight among the family and then the city guards came in and told the family that they were being evicted.

They had no other choice but to leave immediately so they packed up and were ready to go. I was gone from the house and some time had passed, then I came across a tower in the middle of a meadow. I don't remember what had happened but I do remember that the guards there did not want me at that tower.

This is without a doubt the oddest dream I've had yet as it seems to take place over the course of one year. Like as you know when you are dreaming time seems to laps in a way that makes it feel like the dream is lasting longer than it really is. I recently had a dream that seemed to take place over the course of a year. I awoke with a strong feeling of uncertainty as to what time of day it was and how long I had been asleep (It was the middle of the day and I was initially resting my eyes. I never intended to actually fall asleep and that didn't help with the uncertainty). What was worse is that it took me a minute to convince myself that the events that happened at the dream's beginning didn't actually happen; like they felt like distant memories of something that really happened as opposed to recent memories of a dream. It was very surreal 0_0


I don't remember where I stood in conjunction with those around me. All I remember is that I was witnessing a blond haired girl who seemed to delight in playing pranks on certain women in my knitting club (Note: I really am in a knitting club). I do not remember what the pranks were but I do remember that they really got on the nerves of these women. This went on for what seemed to be one or two months until finally the women in my club got fed up so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Now after a couple of months of this prank pulling the women were able to sit this girl (let's call Trixie) down at what appeared to be a roadside diner. I was sitting in between Trixie and one other woman who was there. The other two were sitting across from us. I am still unsure as to whether or not these people could perceive me but I do know that Trixie did not want to be there and that any attempt to leave on her part would be severely frowned upon. She knew this too. So she sat there as the founder of the knitting club (We'll call her Angie) verbally chastised her.

"I'm so very sorry," Trixie said, "I promise I will never do this again." Trixie's apology seemed to stem from a place of sincerity but it was probably rooted in fear rather than contrition and, as I would soon find out, she was right to be afraid.

"'Sorry' is not good enough," said Angie, "You are going to have to pay for this somehow." So the women discussed how they were going to make her pay until one member (Lisa) came up with an idea.

"I know," Lisa said, "Why don't we take her organs?" I was obviously horrified by this prospect and I was not the only one. Trixie was clearly terrified as the women casually talked about harvesting this girl's organs as payment for all the pranks she had pulled on them over the past months. I could not believe that my friends could even think about doing such a horrible thing but they clearly saw no other alternative. She had to pay somehow and this was, as far as they saw, the most sensible solution.

I remember hearing Lisa describe what they were going to do, "We won't be able to anesthetize her so we'll have to tie her down as we do this. Once we cut her open each of us will take out an organ and [insert weird personal use for freshly harvested organs here]."

At this point Trixie was hysterical. She screamed and cried and begged, "Please! Please! Don't do this to me! I don't want to die! I'm sorry for what I did and I know it was a rotten thing to do but don't do this to me! Please don't do this to me!!!"

"I am very sorry," Lisa said flatly, "I'm afraid we don't have any other alternative. You chose to do these rotten things and now you have to face the consequences." It was amazing to me. Lisa was talking to her as though she were wagging her finger at a child after grounding her. She really saw this as a fair and reasonable punishment. They all did!

"No! No no no no no! You really don't have to do this!" Trixie cried.

"Sorry, but we have no other choice. Like I said you did this to yourself." All the other women nodded in agreement.

Fast forward about four months. We are now halfway through the year. I was walking through my neighborhood with Trixie. I don't remember much of the dialogue but I do remember giving her my condolences for what my friends were going to do to her. I remember her being resigned to her unbelievably harsh punishment. I am not sure if she felt that she deserved it but she was oddly at peace with being cut open alive and watching as her organs are pulled from her torso one by one. She did not seem to blame these women for wanting to do this to her. Maybe she did feel that she deserved this. I don't remember what I said.

Fast forward six more months. It truly felt like it had been about a year. I don't remember the time lapse but I do remember talking with another friend of mine who was in the knitting club (we'll call her Tabitha) and she and I were discussing the events of the past several months. So much time had passed that I had completely forgotten about Trixie and the organ debacle. Now we just so happened to be in the very diner where this all began and I remembered. At this point, I was really worried for Trixie and I asked Tabitha "Did they do it?"

"Do what?" Tabitha replied.

"You know, take out Trixie's organs."

Tabitha paused for a moment and then said, "Oh that's right. We were supposed to do that. Damn it, we completely forgot."

I do not remember what happened after that; I just remember freaking out, wondering what would become of Trixie. It seemed that she had gotten off and now, thanks to me and my big mouth, her more than unreasonable punishment would commence as planned. It was very heartbreaking seeing my friends be so cruel and unjust, I didn't know what to think about the whole thing. I was sick to my stomach.

Me After Awakening
I awoke with a deep sigh of relief.

It was just a dream. At least that last part was. But that first part really fucking happened! It happened like a year ago but it really happened...right? Or wait, no, that was a dream too. A dream I had several months ago. Or was that like...the same dream? Jesus Christ how long was asleep? Now that I think of it, it feels like I've been asleep for ages. When did I even fall asleep? I fell asleep at 2, right? Two hours...I was asleep for two hours. How the Hell?

I didn't want to but I had to table these thoughts. I was late for work.