The Farm
House
I find
myself in a misty rain forest. There is typically the awareness of civilization
nearby whenever one goes into nature. Even on a long excursion one is aware of
the direction of people. Here is there is no such awareness. This is pristine
and I get a sense that there are no people anywhere. I begin to wonder how I
got here and, more importantly, how to get out. I have lost all sense of
awareness and I am at the mercy of this dream. This is my reality now and the
sounds of the creatures around me are as real to me as those seated around me
now as I write this. Such is the nature of our perception of reality.
Ahead of me
a shadow blocks out what little light is getting through the canopy of this
lush environment. I think it is large bird of prey and its massive black
wingspan dazzles me. She hits the ground in front of me and takes me into her
arms and huddles me beneath the brush. I peek out but she holds me. She
whispers into my mind. “Don’t seek them out, they will find us soon enough.
The time is running out as desperation in high. You are all grown up now, love.
You can do this.”
I do not want a repeat of the
zombie dreams. I am older now and I am no longer afraid of them anymore, but
the thing about zombies is that they are constantly grasping. They want to take
a piece of you and their sole purpose is to make you like them. Although they
wander around, they are dead inside. In this, zombies are real and, even though
I am not frightened by them, I abhor them. There is movement in the brush ahead
and I know that we are being hunted. Eve is gone leaving me there alone.
I wander for what seems like hours
and eventually emerge from the tree line to an old farm house. I enter in to
the house and explore its many rooms. The paint is peeling from the walls and
there is a distinct and disgusting odor of filth and stale piss. There are
others here with me. I am aware they are strangers to each other as well as
this place. On the table in the large den are an assortment of weapons and a
phone.
The phone rings and one of the
people picks it up and answers it. His eyes grow wide and then he hangs up the
phone. He stares at me for a moment then takes the gun and fires it at me! I
feel the sickening pain as the bullet enter my shoulder through and through. I
take a solid stainless blade from the table and throw it at him. It enters into
his throat to the hilt and he falls backward. There is a moment of shock and
horror among those of us remaining. Then everyone grasps for the weapons and
scatters.
We became aware that we were
trapped on the farm. We were free to roam its boarders but any attempt to leave
and we were picked off and the bodies were left laying there. And there were
continuously more people arriving oblivious and confused. Those that could not
grasp the rules quickly were killed by the others.
I had killed many people and now I
only wanted to hide and survive. It was relentless and as night fell the
screams were primal and constant. It was a nightmare but also unlike a dream. I
was totally immersed and had lost myself within this reality. I could not
discern it as a dream. It is rare for a person to dream of killing another
human being and I had killed too many to count to save my own life.
It was understood we killed by utilizing
deceit and trickery for survival and food. Unknown masters spoke to those who
held the phone and they held the advantage over the rest of us. We paired and
grouped for protection, but the alliances were unsteady and brief. There was no
unity or sense of trust.
I was spotted by a black man as I
hid behind a table. He shot at me as I turned the table onto him. His weapon
was empty and I mounted him grasping his throat. I cried as I closed my fingers
around his neck and watched the life leave him. The phone slipped from his
pocket and began to ring. The morning sun was rising outside.
I was done. I no longer cared if I
was killed. I only wanted to walk out of the house and enter the warmth of the
sun. The phone would not stop ringing. Others saw that I was no longer hiding
or hunting. They began to emerge from the house behind me where I sat bloody
and hurting. I answered the phone and the cold remorseless voice on the other
end said, “We know your every move… continue or die.”
“If you know my every move, then know I’m
going to kill you.” The voice begins to reply. But I interrupt, “Shut
the fuck up.” I disconnect the phone and toss it. I’m getting frustrated as
I become aware the voice is Eve’s and this whole thing was a horrid dream. No
different than the awful zombie dreams of my childhood.
I tell the others I refuse to
continue playing and toss down my blades. Anyone that attacks me must attack me
in the open. I walk out into the yard. They follow and for a while we all sit
peacefully and friendly. I think again how petty and cowardly this game is and
then the realization occurs to me the game is life itself!
The people begin to cautiously
huddle together as Eve and other entities emerged from the tree line. I have
always gotten a sense that this whole thing was a futile effort and much bigger
than we could overcome. But I was aware that this was a new thing. Never before
had entities taken people and trained them to become aware and to train others.
Perhaps we have failed countless times before, but we had never been required
to do anymore than see and know. We were now required to become aware of truth
or die several times a night, and each and every night until we got this. Eve
sat with me as I awaited my alarm clock to sound off. I was surprised at how
long the experience seemed. The entire event was no longer than a couple of
hours.
“They have made your lives a competition
against yourselves and a game for their amusement. If you are struggling
against yourselves you aren’t struggling against them. The premise is generic
is it not? How many versions of this same play have you seen in books and
movies? It is generic because the ascended have been trying to make you all
aware for as long as the many versions of the story have been around. Simply
don’t play. And accept every challenge in the open. Like the zombies, I’m
trying to show you it isn’t real. The generic premise of your lives is not
real.”
