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[DREAM] The dieing species |
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This is another one of my dream journal entries.
It felt like something straight out of a science fiction movie or television series. I was on a large space craft of a military sort as a lower rank. Our facility was being reckoned to a dieing planet. It's inhabitants sent out distress signals and their planet was rabidly running out of oxygen. The stronger ones were surviving as most of the others have already died. It was a pretty small planet, too. After rescuing all that we could, which was a small amount to begin with, we had them inventoried on our ship. When boarding them we took notice that they looked remarkably similar to humans, but I knew something was different from them as I stood at attention watching them pass by. The majority of them appeared to be young women that looked no older than the age of 16 and no younger than the age of 13. What was even stranger was the males. They appeared slightly older and upon passing us only asked us if we had women on our vessel of a certain breast size. While interrogating the women, we found out that on their planet they have a very unique way of identifying their age, with something that I called a hallowed out hot dog (the best way I can describe it) and all of their names were of their breast sizes. Weird.
Upon further interrogation we learn more of their species. Women are manly used for pleasure and breeding purposes. An ancient way we used to look at them for centuries. When they have children it takes that infant no longer than five years for it to become their standard of fully matured and looks about their age, in between 13 and 16, as well as, their pregnancy periods are much shorter than ours. The eldest one there seemed to already have a name (I can't recall it at the time) and our suspicions were that she was the birth giver to most of the other women. She had a head of ginger hair, with gold-like highlights, and a fair tanned, almost golden, skin. She seemed to be middle aged. Their lifespan was nearly the same as ours, too, except a little shorter, but only by a few years. They were taken away, men and women, to separate quarters.
After all that fiasco I was in the mess hall wandering around and eating. My colonel (or a higher up of some sort) came right up to me and strictly said to me "This goes against every health code and dental regulation that I uphold and stand for. I haven't seen you eat one thing healthy since you got here. I want too see some changes, pronto!" He said as he stormed off, which was weird to me because somehow I knew that my colonel was a laid back relaxed man, so why he'd yell at me based upon an inaccurate conclusion is beyond me, but I could understand at that moment for I was holding a small cereal box and it was one of those really sugary sweet cereals, too. I followed him and kindly re-informed him. "Sir. It's not that I haven't been eating healthy or regularly. It just so happens that the only time I have ever eaten any junk food was when you saw me or was around me, that's the truth. Also, sir, it may not appear like it, but I'm eating healthy as we speak." I say as I pull an apple slice out of the box and proceed to eat it. Of course, he apologized to me in his own way and I accepted it. From there on I started noticing odd and very different changes in the people around me.
Things were getting personal, crazy and all too chaotic around the crew. People were changing and none for the better. Most became overcome with greed, others with envy. Pretty much the seven deadly sins people were succumbing to, heavily and very quickly like an infection. I, one of very few, was one of the only people watching the carnage incarnate take place as everyone struggles franticly over one and the other to satisfy themselves as I felt like the only person that cared. Our new ship-crew was with me, scared. It was then I noticed that things like this started to happen upon their arrival. They looked like us, dressed like us, were pretty much us in every way except they were poison to us in a mystical way. I figured that they had to go. I wanted to do something about them but I could as I started to feel overwhelmed by my own emotions. I felt like that no matter what I would do, I was the only person who cared enough about everyone else to not think of myself and it took over me. Their presence overwhelmed the primary emotion that fuels a person aboard our ship and no one was safe from it. So I felt like I cared too much and was left to wallow in my own grief because not one other cared of another save I.
So when I woke up I felt that the scariest kind of monster that exists in our world would have to be one that looks exactly like us and we're unable to tell what they are. Though, I already believed that. It felt like a shocking reminder.
Kraeven · Wed Dec 26, 2007 @ 03:14pm · 0 Comments |
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