Mandy's Dream

30TH POST!!!!! WHOO-HOO!!!!! So, since this supposed to be a writing blog, I have decided to post an excerpt of my novel. It's a dream, so don't be too freaked. xD

Everything was dark, all around me, as if I was blind. Nothing, not a shadow, not a thing was visible. What was wrong here? Suddenly, the darkness surrounding me swallowed me but, no sooner had they swallowed me up then they had shoved me out of their murky depths again. The stuff that had sucked me under might have looked strange and thick, like tar, in appearance, but I discovered that it would actually give almost as easily as water; almost like an inky black ocean, and the only way I could make out the difference between the line of the horizon and the water-stuff was the fact that I could breath through one and not the other. With my new-found ability, I fought with my legs to keep above the liquid, trying to avoid swallowing whatever this stuff was.

I could hear voices. They seemed to be saying something important, but when I strained my ears to hear them, I could hear nothing, as if they had suddenly stopped, or never really had been there at all. Was I hearing things?

I swam around searching for whatever voices I thought I had heard. At first, there was nothing, like it had never happened. But when I focused my eyes on the horizon, I saw a faint glow, something that had to be much brighter than the blackness to even show up.

Using all of my energy, I pushed through the blackness, forcing my way to whatever the slight discoloration was. At last, it became clear to me what exactly it was. It was an island, but not abnormal, like everything else.  It was made out of your basic beach sand, except the weird thing was; the black water was not even staining the sand that it had touched. Why would black water not stain white sand?

My attention averted when I noticed strangely dressed figures walking near the beach. They were wearing robes of some sort, brownish, like old parchment, with large hoods covering their faces. They seemed to be beckoning me to swim towards them. They weren’t shouting, calling, or even gesturing. They just stood there, with a look in their eyes that seemed to attract me like a magnet. Which, even that is a little far-fetched, because they were still wearing the hoods, but somehow I could still sense their eyes. Somehow, I could feel everything about them, like a sixth sense. They seemed sad, and were pleading with me, begging me to come, as if they couldn’t do—something, whatever it was, without me. But why would such—powerful—beings as these need my help?

The closer I got, the more I noticed about them with my strange sixth sense, of instant and unexplainable knowledge. They all seemed very young-childlike, even, yet ancient at the same time. They had a faint, almost unnoticeable golden glow about them, which one could only notice if they were close enough. But the thing that really caught my attention the whole time were their eyes. It was more their appearance, really. They seemed to have no color, yet every color at the same time. Except, two of them. Two of them didn’t seem to fit, like a child was standing in a room full of old, withering adults. They were a soft bluish-grey, like mine. 

At last, I reached the shore. I came towards them, hoping to throw my tired self upon the sands, and rest from my endless swim. But when I had almost set my foot on the sand, the one standing in the middle, got a stiff look of urgency, and raised her hand with the greatest of speed. It was as if she was protecting me from something. But why would stepping on sand harm me?

I decided not to push my luck. The one who had raised their hand (I supposed they were the leader), stepped forward, as if it was an audience between just us. She turned to her left, looking at one of the others, and held out her arm. The one to the far left stepped forward, and removed her hood.

My jaw dropped. It was May.

She looked so different, all except for her two, blue-grey eyes.  “May?” I whispered it so quietly that I could barely even hear it.

She nodded. I was delighted to see her, and suddenly fear crept through my body, and I felt like a little kid running to his mother as I ran towards May. “May!” I screamed, my voice cracking. She was here! I had found her, and now that I had, I didn’t think I could ever let her go again.

May’s eyes went wide with fear, and the leader-person held up her hand again—this time she seemed much more urgent--but I didn’t listen this time. May managed only one word. “Grave--!”

“What?” I called, but I had no idea what else she would have said, had it not been for the enormous tidal wave of blackness that sucked me in.

“May! May!” I called, my voice hoarse. The waves calmed down, and I began frantically swimming around, searching for the island that had once been here. But wherever I swam, I couldn’t find them. They were gone.

“May! May! M--!” 


Okay the font totally messed up on the last line, but whatever. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy. xD