No Manners
I was eating at the dinner table. We were having spaghetti tonight. Suddenly, our dog jumps up on the table and starts eating all of the spaghetti. No one else seems to even notice!
I can read your mind
Our class is in the library. Our teacher is telling us about another blood drive coming up. She starts going on about how they will put our blood in egg cartons. She ends it with saying that if you donate blood you will be entered in a raffle to receive a prize.
The German exchange student takes interest in this, and starts looking around the library for the prize. Finally he finds them in a great big basket.
Later on I am walking to my 6th hour. A girl I don't know walks up next to me and starts telling me about a guy I had a falling out with a few years ago. She says that he is now listed as a sex offender.
When I get to my 6th hour I'm there a little bit early. My friend's boyfriend is there and so we start talking. He starts listing off words from the top of his head (some word game or something), and I am able to tell how many words he has left by reading the clock behind him. When the clock says 9:28 he has a 28 words left, and when the clock says 8:24 he has 24/8=3 words left.
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It was Halloween night, and my friend Joe and I decided to do a corn maze. In real life, we do this often on Halloween and the corn mazes around here are HUGE. We get lost for hours on end.
Well in the dream, there wasn't any line for the corn maze. The place seemed to be almost deserted. We walked up to the barn where we paid for our tickets. The light shone eerily in the barn and smelled like hay as we walked up to the lady who was dispensing the tickets. She looked pale and worn out. She gave us the tickets without saying anything.
We walked to the entrance of the corn maze. The only light was the shimmering moon. A cold but humid breeze hit us as we walked into the corn maze. The corn fields swayed gently with the breeze.
I took one last look back after I entered the corn maze. The entrance was gone, now only the cornstalks existed in its place. They swayed less gently in the wind almost as if waving their hands good bye.
Joe and I continued to pace around the corn maze. The night was getting darker and cooler.
"Stop...Do you hear that?" Joe said.
"No," I whispered. The only thing I could hear was the gentle rhythmatic tapping of my heart. I listened closer but still heard nothing. I pulled Joe along, who was beginning to scare himself badly.
"Which way should we go? Left or right?" I asked Joe.
"Left..." He said, after a moment of silence. We turned left, and continued to turn and turn in a circle. The curve of the circle seemed to be never ending.
I turned around and quickly saw a man behind us! He towered over the two of us and said, "The curve of a circle is infinity. Welcome to my infinity." His voice echoed through the air and swayed the cornstalks even further. They leaned over as if they were repelled by him. The man had a sharp bloody knife in his left hand. The second he made a move, Joe and I made a run for it.
Running away was futile, we were running in an endless circle. Joe and I could not make a quick consensus on which way to go, so we both accidentally ran opposite directions.
I ran straight into the corn field, and I didn't stop. I kept running until I saw a new path ahead of me. I jumped out of the cornfields into the new pathway and came to a sinister realization. I was back in the never ending circular pathway I had begun with. How could one run in a straight line and end up where she began??
I stood motionless for a few seconds catching up to my breath. Where was Joe? I listened intently for any sign of him.
I began to hear a faint snapping noise behind me. It was the sound of hard, leather boots crushing fallen cornstalks on the ground. The sound grew louder and louder with every footstep.
"...Joe?" I whispered faintly, my voice quivering. As I stood there I felt the man's presence creeping up behind me. My shadow was dwarfed in comparison to his in the moonlight.
He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Do you remember when we last met?" His voice had a certain tinge of evil intentions inside. I didn't respond to his question. I stood there trying not to tremble.
"No? Maybe you will now..." Still standing behind me, he took his knife and pressed it into my shoulder. He brought the knife down several inches before taking it out again. I was reminded of a dream I had several years back where I was trapped in a dream and every night in the dream the same man would take a knife and spend hours leaving deep scars on my shoulder.
Finding strength deep within me, I turned around to face this man. My strength was instantly dissolved into the night's air when I saw his face. His face was wretched and disfigured. His eyes were blacker than a night with no moon.
I turned around again and made another run for it in the endless mass of cornfield. The worst part was not knowing if I was going East, South, West, or North...or none of the above. I didn't know if I was heading towards civilization or just into a deeper level of hell.
My legs began to grow tired, and I wasn't sure if Joe was dead or alive. The wind began to pick up and the corn swayed. I couldn't give up. I must be close...Right?
I started to notice a peculiar pattern. The more I ran, the more dead and harsh the corn field became. Once upon a time the corn was alive, now it was beginning to limp and grow black. Even the moon refused to shine over here.
I came across a sign in the middle of the cornstalks. In the sparse remaining moonlight I was able to read it.
WTF was that implying????? I turned around to run the opposite direction but my vision became plagued with these signs. The wind was picking up harder, and the metal signs groaned as if it was being bent by the wind.
On the horizon I saw a small blind on stilts. There was a small light shining from it. I ran quickly towards it. The blind showed all evidence of weathering on it. I climbed up the small ladder into the blind.
Inside the blind was a group of people. They were not surprised to see me. I felt warmth and safety inside the blind. One of the group members handed me a mug of hot chocolate and told me to calm down.
"Where's Joe?" I asked.
"He'll come...Soon," She whispered, looking out of the window onto the horizon. There was still a long night ahead of us.
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