melcreada | The distance in your eyes (Reply)

ixiepixie's post about dreams reminded me of a particularly vivid one that I had a few nights ago. It's clinging to my subconscious and won't let go!

Apparently there is a huge war going on around the world between regular humans and a bunch of possessed Linda-Blair-in-The-Exorcist-types. Everyone in my family is dead except me, my mom, and (we hope) the Kid. Basically, everyone (including JP) died trying to protect us. Of course, all my mom can think about is getting to the Kid, who is Arizona.

We walk/hitch/ride across country only to find him with a group of refugees he is trying to protect, along with several other agents. We commandeer a bus and begin our long trek back to my grandmother's house in Georgetown because we have mass burials/funerals to attend for just about everyone we know. Everyone else comes along.

In the middle of the ride back, I turn to look at my brother and am horrified to see that he has become possessed! The men in the bus want to kill him, but we beg and plead and remind them that they wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for the Kid. So, they overpower him and tie him up. I just remember sitting on the floor at the back of the bus and singing to him, the way I used to when we were small and he couldn't sleep. I was crying and singing and the next thing I know, he has transformed back into normal.

We finally arrive at my grandmother's white, rickety frame house and all we can see for miles are people coming to say goodbye to all their dead loved ones. There are flowers everywhere and all I can think about is how glad I am that some of my family is still alive. The end.