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Dream: 9/29-9/30/2006

I started out in a mall, outdoors maybe, with my younger brother. We were passing my favorite stores, and all I had on my mind was getting to this place, this destination. At that time I had no clue what it was. We ended up in a restaraunt a little bit later. My mother was there with a group of friends from work. I sat down in the huge booth, with my brother. Mom was fixing a plate, and I said something to her. Next thing I knew I was trying to get up from the table. I lef tmy brother there, and left for the parking lot.

A dream skip, now I'm riding down the road in a jeep, or a CRV, and I arrive at the seemingly empty, rinky-dink town. When I got out, I looked around, along with those around me. There were maybe 20-25 of us. I didn't recognize their faces from real life, but in this dream realm I had known them for years. I think I was there to pick up something, or meet somebody. You see, I apparently owned a business somewhere beyond an hour's drive away.

A man in a black suit, something between a Quaker and a priest, came to greet us. I seem to remember going on a short tour of the town, and then we were going to leave. The name of a large, dull, square, brick building caught my eye: Pilgrimage School. I stopped in their courtyard, as the front of the school had two wings that enclosed us. Sort of like a brick peninnsula. There was another brick wall behind me, but it only partially enclosed the area. The building must've been three or four stories high.

"What's this?" I murmured to myself, in awe.

"Oh this, this is where the children are," said the quaker man, "It's a very interesting and peculiar place."

"Really?" I asked, looking to him.

"Oh yes, come, you'll see." He replied, going to the center.

The group gathered in the courtyard, along the left wall if you are looking at the front of the building. A single grey-brown wooden chair was stationed with the front facing us, in the center of the courtyard. There was a four foot perimeter of grass around the solid white concrete middle of the courtyard.

The man led a young girl, eight or nine, with grey/brown/blonde wavy/curly hair to the middle. He set her in the chair, and tied her wrists and ankles to the legs and arms of the chair. They were fastened with white cloth, it seemed to be very flexible, yet sturdy. Another child, a girl, with dark brown hair and cool sky blue eyes was standing about twenty feet behind her, seemingly disassociated. The final child was a boy, with dark brown, almost black, hair cut short, an inch above his eye brows. His eyes were dark, and the man handed him a silver pistol.

As soon as the man walked away, the girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she commenced screeching with an unearthly pitch. She was violently shaking,s o much that the chair was rocking and levitating off the ground. The group was astounded. The older girl, maybe twelve, in the back ground seemed to fade away because I don't remember seeing her anymore.

Then the boy looked like he had lost control of himself. ABout four years of age, and he was calm, quiet, and disassociated. His eyes were glazed over, and he spun around, rocking on his feet. He held the pistol out, and grinned maniaclly. The first time he stopped, he was looking at the sky, and shot the girl right in the head. He was about thirty, to forty, feet away. The bullet went through her temple, but did not exit the head. She didn't even flinch.

The sky became darker, clouds, dark clouds, started rolling in. Everyone became frightened. Then, every time he would stop spinning, the boy would be gazing and grinning at the sky, but his gun was pointed directly at ME. I hid behind a man with a green shirt on. The boy laughed and shot the girl again. Others began acting fearful and floating a little.

My eyes were locked on the screeching girl, while my body lived on adrenaline trying to avoid the accusing gun.

"This is the work of Satan," I murmured.

ANother shot. The man in front of me was running away. I couldn't see why, but there was something large and soft next to my feet. Now the gun was at me again. I was petrified, and couldn't escape.

"God save the children." I whispered. I shook violently, and the boy spun around again.

"God save the children." I said in a normal tone, "God save the children."

A whisper went around the crowd, and there were more older people at the front of the building.

The gun was at me again. His finger was on the trigger, pulling slowly.

"GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN!" I cried tentatively. Looking around, I saw the girl becoming more and more violent with herself, and the boy still had his finger on the trigger. Again I cried, "GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN!"

The crowd was crying and they were scared, but the next time, I cried the line, people joined in.

"GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN. GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN." Ten times we repeated it, scraming to the flashing heavens. The as I kept crying out, and my throat became raw, the crowd seemed to be pulled into perfect posture, and thendropped to their knees. They touched their faces to the ground, and their arms were fully extended. I was on my knees .The gun was pointed at me. The girl's chair was ascenbding. At this point it was ten feet in the air, and a stream of light fell on her.

"GOD! SAVE THE CHILDREN!" I cried alone, and thunder rumbled. She let out a final howl, and herchair dropped. Sideways. It broke into a thousand tiny splinters. We could only see the back of her head, as she lay on her side on the concrete.

At the same time, the boy moved as though there were strings attached to his limbs. His shoulders hunched, and his head bent. His feet dangled as he was a foot or two above the ground. The gun flew from his hands and fell to the floor, spinning. IT landed three feet in front of me, pointing at the doors to the school.

Suddenly the clouds cleared up, and everyone stood. The girl was still on the ground and the boy had fallen to his knees. The man rushed to the boy, and whispered something to him. THen the man came to us.

"This is something completely unnatural, and I want no part in it." I stated, and there were murmurs in the group, "Me either, I'm outta here, too freaky." We all made a mad dash to the driveway where our vehicles were. I pulled mine out, but then in the madness, cars were rear-ending each other, and driving on top. It was a mass hysteria, and everyone was dying.

"I have to get out of here." I said quietly to myself.

Dream Skip.

Later. I'm in my store, "All that you never want." A place for crappy odds and ends. THere was something about a dead cat. Someone's dead husband's spirit was possessing it, and contacting me on my cell phone. I didn't like it, so I rushed to the bathroom. It was an off white, more of a yellow. There was a mirror vanity on the right side of the door, to the left tof that was a window. Then on that left was a wall. A large bathroom was throught he wall that opened up. There were three tiny stall on a 90 dergee angle next to the door. I was in there, near the wall that shared the bathroom in front and behind of me.

The small boy came to me.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly.

"I want to know."

"What?"

"Why Cassie didn't wake up. She always wakes up after it's over. She didn't. I think you know why." He said with an innocent angelic face.

It dawned on me, God must've taken her spirit as it left her body. How else could Satan have lost the grip on the little girl's body. I tried to explain that God had saved her by taking her. He cocked his head.

"You can help us," Said a meek female voice.

I turned and walked to the vanity area. The older girl with dark hair was there.

I looked over my shoulder and the boy was gone.

I turned back to the girl, but in the mirror was a woman's face. White. White as can be. (See proctora in my deviantart gallery) With dark marking on her face. Her eyes were closed. But she was trying to claw her way through the mirror. He mouth was open and she seemed to be screaming. I heard a whisper that could not have come from anyone's lips, "Proctora... Save... Proctora... Get you..."

I closed my eyes. "God save me." A flash of yellow and she was gone. I looked at the girl.

"She's still present." The girl said quietly. There were black finger prints, upside down on the tile floor. As if they were coming from underneath.

I backed up, and looked at the toilet. Her face was in the toilet, like in the center of the seat.

I closed my eyes, "God save me." I murmred.

She was out of the toilet, crawling, trying to grab me.

"God save her!"

I opened my eyes again. She opened her eyes. There were no iris, or pupils. She opened her mouth again, and the whispers all around thebathrrom started again.

"Proctora... Save... Proctora... God can't... Proctora... Save you now..."

She reached for me again, and right before she grabbed my arm...

I woke.