Novel snippet
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

The school was a hive of activity as Jackie and Kate pulled into the new and improved car parking facilities. The old Victorian part of the Grammar School was now dwarfed by several new additions, including what looked to be a state of the art sports hall.

“I hardly recognise this place anymore,” Kate said as Jackie parked up facing more new buildings; laboratories and classrooms, along with the sports hall now took up most of what used to be the lower field.

“I know! This is going to be great! I can’t wait to see who’s here.” Jackie enthused.

Jackie was genuinely excited, but then she was hoping to bump into the chemistry teacher she’d had a crush on since he started all those years ago. Kate had read that he was now Deputy Head, so there was no chance that he wouldn’t put in appearance. They made their way from the car when someone called out from behind them, “Hey Booff!”

Kate scowled and turned, ready to lambast the one who had dared to call her by that bloody awful nickname. Her retort died on her lips though as Lee and Gary caught up with them; wives and kids in tow. They were her old IT class buddies. They’d just about made that particular class bearable. She grinned and shook her fist at them both, “Why, I oughtta….!”

A few awkward hugs (it had been the best part of 15 years since they’d seen each other face to face) and introductions to wives and kids later they had parked themselves on one of the tables outside of the music tent. Neither of them had changed, maybe a few extra pounds, but they looked like they had at school, even down to the haircuts!

“You’ve changed,” Lee commented. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something definitely different about you.”

“Good or bad different?” Kate asked.

“Oh, good, definitely good,” Gary grinned. “You just seem surer of yourself, like you’ve grown into whatever it was that kept you so shy and introverted when we were at school. It suits you.”

Kate grinned back, “thanks.”

If only they knew, she thought as conversation switched to current jobs, careers, family, plans that were advertised enough on Facebook, but somehow meant more talking in person. She smoothed her fifties inspired dress over her knees and absently flicked her now waist length and straight hair over her shoulder. Her unruly curls (well, frizz) was what had inspired the “booff” nickname, which combined with the bad glasses, teenage spots and shyness had made school life difficult. She had never been bullied though; even if someone tried she just let it slide, but try it on one of her friends and you better beware.

Jackie had disappeared off as soon as she’d caught a glimpse of Mr Summers heading through the café. Kate thought she’d better do some mingling before it got too busy and she’d have to find somewhere to gather her thoughts; crowds just weren’t her thing, no matter how far she’d come from being that shy teenager. She made her excuses to the boys and their families then headed into the melee of the café, through to the old familiar main corridor of the older part of the school. Just as she passed the staircase leading to the former History, German and IT rooms a chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what that meant and kept her head down, resisting the urge to glance up those stairs. She weaved through a sudden group of people moving out of one of the classrooms, making it to the end of the corridor and almost to the front entrance when a hand landed on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, hoping that the not so subtle hint would be taken, but alas that hand tightened round her lower arm and span her round.

“Leaving so soon?” The man asked, a smile twitching the edges of his mouth, but the merest hint of anger glinting in his eyes. Ah, those eyes; hazel with flecks of green in a face that looked no different to when she left the school 15 years previously. His light brown hair though was tied back in a neat ponytail, something he had rarely done before. A smart, black shirt was meticulously tucked into equally black jeans. His shirt sleeves rolled to just below the elbows and top two buttons undone. He looked like he should be at a catalogue shoot, not the centenary celebrations of a Grammar School.

“Oh! Mac, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it was you,” a very thinly veiled lie and by the grin now plastered across his face, one that hadn’t been believed. “You’re looking well.”

“As are you,” using his hand, which was still firmly around her arm, he made her twirl round, which although embarrassing did mean that he had to let go.

She instinctively rubbed at where he had grabbed her and a brief look of regret crossed his face. An influx of half a dozen new visitors made their way through the entrance hall, giving Kate the opportunity to slip out after them, but he followed close behind.

“Did you really think that you’d be able to avoid me all day?” He called after her.

She stopped and turned, her shoulders slumped as she dropped her eyes to the ground. “I honestly thought this wouldn’t be your sort of thing.”

“Ah, I see. So, you didn’t think I’d be here, that’s why you risked coming into my territory without gaining permission first?” He closed the distance between them once more. “Whether I am present or not, you still need to ask. You know that.” He lifted her chin and looked into eyes the colour of stormy seas.

She pulled back from his touch, aware of eyes on them from the school building; Jackie had obviously finished torturing Mr Summers or he’d once again avoided her advances. Mac let her step back, sensing the same invasion of their private moment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I respectfully request to enter your territory for a period of two days.”

Mac clasped his hands behind his back before responding with equal decorum, “Request denied.”

“What?!” Kate felt his words like they’d struck her square in the stomach. It was one thing to enter a territory without permission (an act that was punished severely if reported), but if entry was requested and then denied there was no way for the visitor to stay. She could already feel the invisible forces at work, surrounding her until she would have no choice but to obey and leave.

Jackie emerged from the entrance hall and was heading purposefully in their direction. “Mr Mac,” she greeted him with the same contempt she had shown him during lessons. They’d never gotten along or liked each other very much. She grabbed Kate’s hand and pulled her back towards the main entrance. Kate made it a few steps before her feet firmly planted themselves on the tarmac and would not be moved.

“Come on!” Jackie yanked at her hand.

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” She replied, pulling her hand free.

“Why? You need to speak more with lover boy over there?!” Jackie knew that her choice of words were likely to cause a degree of hurt. Since that man had started at the school during their GCSE years Kate had been teased about fancying him. All down to her liking guys with long hair and then he’d turned up to teach computing, well the opportunity for a little ribbing was just too tempting.

Kate looked genuinely upset when Jackie turned round and she felt a pang of guilt.

“No, I have to go.” She said as she started walking past Jackie towards the gates, the suffocating feeling that had started with Mac’s refusal was increasing, making her head hurt.

“Go! What do you mean go?” Jackie was getting increasingly angry. She tried to stop Kate by grabbing her arm. She slipped free of her hold, but did turn, so that she was now walking backwards still in the direction of the school gates.

Kate glanced over Jackie’s shoulder at Mac. “I mean I have to go. I won’t be able to make the ball later either, sorry.” She continued backing away. “Say hi to people for me, ok?”

Jackie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion before she whirled round and pointed at Mac. “YOU! This is your fault isn’t it?!” She stormed forward and Kate watched in horror as she jabbed him in the chest with her finger as she spoke. “What did you say to her?!”

“Jackie, don’t!” She called, halting her retreat.

“Well, come on, spit it out!” She continued to poke him on each word, but he continued to just stand there. He wasn’t even looking at Jackie, which infuriated her further. “Oi!! I. AM. TALKING. TO. YOU!”

In the blink of an eye, probably faster if you considered it, Mac grabbed her hand, spun her round, threw his other hand over her mouth and pulled her in against his body, so that they were both facing Kate. Jackie couldn’t move, his vicelike hold prevented any escape and her eyes widened in horror as she realised she could feel his breath on her neck.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that again,” he whispered against her skin. He looked up at Kate, who had managed to move slightly closer, but the strain was evident on her face. His denying of her request was reaching a point where if she didn’t leave then it would start to cause her physical injury.

“Mac, let her go,” she pleaded. Kate forced herself another step closer, tears stinging her eyes as pain shot through her. She felt something warm drip over her lips and knew that her nose had started to bleed, but she took one more step further into his territory. She cried out and fell to her knees. The jazz from the music tent had gotten louder during their exchange, which had obviously attracted all the stragglers around the school to the central Quad, leaving the front car park thankfully free of onlookers.

Kate could see Jackie’s expression change from shock to fear as she watched her friend collapse in front of her, blood smeared across her face. She tried to go to her aide, but Mac’s hold was unnaturally firm.

Mac caught the scent of Kate’s blood on the air and he knew it wasn’t just her nose that was bleeding; tiny vessels inside her body had ruptured and if she continued to stay within his territory she would eventually succumb to blood loss and die. He couldn’t believe how stubborn she was being.

“You know I would never harm her, so why put yourself through this, just leave.” Looking at her, he now doubted whether she could, though she made the feeble attempt to crawl closer to him before the pain halted her.

“Mac, please…” Even with his preternatural hearing he barely caught her final plea.

Mac spun Jackie round so she was looking directly into his eyes. He could see the fear and horror plainly in them, but that faded as he imposed his will on hers. “You will go back inside the school, meet up with your friends, tell them if they ask that Kate will join you later and forget everything that you have witnessed here. Do you understand?”

The slightest of nods confirmed that his instructions would be followed to the letter. “Now, go.”

Jackie turned, heading towards the front entrance without even acknowledging Kate’s broken form, collapsed on the tarmac with blood trickling still from her nose and even more worryingly her ear.

Mac moved forward and knelt by Kate, her body curled into the foetal position, eyes wet with tears of pain and fear. He stroked her hair from her face, “you should have asked permission.”

She was far beyond being capable of speech as her body continued to be crushed by the invisible forces that Mac had invoked with his denial of her request, but her eyes widened with realisation that he was not going to save her. A sigh escaped her blood caked lips and Mac saw the fear briefly flare to anger, before her eyes only held the resignation of one who knows they are going to die. She honestly believed he would let her perish and that struck at his ancient heart more the distance that had grown between them over the years since she’d left. He gently lifted her head; groans of pain escaped her lips before a bout of coughing speckled his black jeans with beads of red. He could hear the speeches beginning in the Quad, keeping any prying eyes far from their distressing scene.

“You’re strong, but you need to learn discipline, my dear,” he whispered, continuing to stroke her hair. “You have an incredible amount of natural talent and you have only just scratched the surface of your potential. Any other would have left without question, but you stayed. All to protect a person who, although your friend, you don’t even really like that much.”

Her breathing was dangerously shallow; he could hear the rattling of her lungs as they began to fill with her blood and her heartbeat was beginning to falter.

“I formally offer you the freedom of my territories.” He felt the shudder ripple through her body as the forces lifted from her. Free from the crippling pain and the restrictions that the denial of entry incurred, her telepathic abilities returned.

‘You bastard!’ Her thought struck him.

He could feel her strength returning, but it would take too long and she would succumb to her injuries far before her natural abilities could heal her broken body.

“You need my help to heal,” he said.

‘Fuck you!’ The message conveyed not only words, but the anger, fear, pain and hate that his actions had provoked.

“If you don’t accept my help, you will die. You’re not stupid, so don’t be stubborn just for the hell of it.” He bit into his wrist, fang teeth easily piercing his unnaturally tough skin; he tore a piece of his flesh from the wound to slow his own healing process and pressed the wound to her lips. Her body jerked as she tried to resist. She had clamped her mouth shut, lips pressed tightly together. He grimaced at her idiocy before brushing her hair back from her neck, exposing her pale skin. Her eyes widened in disbelief. He gently stroked his fingers across her neck, relishing the feel of her quickened pulse beneath those sensitive tips; sharp nails followed the same track and it had the desired effect; she gasped and his blood spilled into her open mouth. The moment the hot, thick liquid touched her tongue her body stiffened in one final act of defiance, but what swiftly followed was as natural and caring as a mother nursing a new born. Mac returned to stroking her hair, encouraging her to drink with soft words. He felt the connection with her strengthen as his blood filtered through her body; vessels and muscles mending, organs repairing themselves. He knew that there was no way for him to prevent any of his memories, feelings and thoughts from spilling into her through his blood, so he made no attempt to block them.

He gently removed his wrist. Her eyes had closed during the feeding; her mind lost in whatever images had been carried in his blood. She gave a satisfied sigh and nuzzled into his lap, curling up like a contented cat. Glancing around them he knew they couldn’t stay where they were for too long, especially considering the state they were now both in; blood splattered and stained.

Mac sent out a silent call. A bright flash before them heralded that it had been received and Nicky approached, hands on his hips, head shaking in disbelief. Short cropped sandy coloured hair was gelled and formed into small spikes; it framed a face that was frozen in time and disguised the fact he was well into his forties. His perfectly formed brows knotted in a frown and unreserved anger blazed in his strikingly blue eyes.

“What the hell, Mac?!” A slight lilt to his speech belied his Eastern European heritage.

Mac felt the wave of Nicky’s anger wash over him, making the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He was one of the strongest of the telepaths that Mac knew and although it was unlikely that Nicky could or would actually harm him, Mac didn’t want to test that theory right now.

“I’ll explain, but first, we have got to get out of here.” He rose to his feet, scooping Kate up into his arms like she was as light as a small child. He stepped closer to Nicky and felt dwarfed by the telepath, who was over a foot taller than his own five foot nine frame.

Nicky sighed and nodded, “Okay.”

He reached out and placed his right hand on Mac’s shoulder. Another bright flash and the car park was empty; Mac, Nicky and Kate had vanished.

A shadow moved away from the third floor window, the familiar tones of a mobile dialling out cut through the silence of the empty classroom. The line went quiet after only two rings, the recipient of the call having no need to acknowledge that they were listening. “They have her,” the caller said, then hung up.


Cake for 10 year olds birthday
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4
xbox one cake
Another order from my neighbours for their son's birthday cake.  Homemade Victoria sponge inside both the console and the controller, but shop bought pre-coloured ready-to-roll icing.  Mostly please with it, but would prefer to have fewer icing joints showing, but that was a misjudgement on the amount needed to cover the cake in one go.  Cake could probably do with being a firmer type and squared off before decoration.  Live and learn...next time will be better!

nanowrimo
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

The school was a hive of activity as Lou and Carrie pulled into the new and improved car parking facilities. The old Victorian part of the Grammar School was now dwarfed by several new additions, including what looked to be a state of the art sports hall.

“I hardly recognise this place anymore,” Carrie said as Lou parked up facing more new buildings; laboratories and classrooms, along with the sports hall now took up most of what used to be the lower field.

“I know! This is going to be great! I can’t wait to see who’s here.” Lou enthused.

Louise was genuinely excited, but then she was hoping to bump into the chemistry teacher she’d had a crush on since he started all those years ago. Carrie had read that he was now Deputy Head, so there was no chance that he wouldn’t put in appearance. They made their way from the car when someone called out from behind them, “Hey Booff!”

Carrie scowled and turned, ready to lambast the one who had dared to call her by that bloody awful nickname. Her retort died on her lips though as Chris and Craig caught up with them; wives and kids in tow. They were her old IT class buddies. They’d just about made that particular class bearable. She grinned and shook her fist at them both, “Why, I oughtta….!”

A few awkward hugs (it had been the best part of 15 years since they’d seen each other face to face) and introductions to wives and kids later they had parked themselves on one of the tables outside of the music tent. Neither of them had changed, maybe a few extra pounds, but they looked like they had at school, even down to the haircuts!

“You’ve changed,” Chris commented. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something definitely different about you.”

“Good or bad different?” Carrie asked.

“Oh, good, definitely good,” Craig grinned. “You just seem more sure of yourself, like you’ve grown into whatever it was that kept you so shy and introverted when we were at school. It suits you.”

Carrie grinned back, “thanks.”

If only they knew, she thought as conversation switched to current jobs, careers, family, plans that were advertised enough on Facebook, but somehow meant more talking in person. She smoothed her fifties inspired dress over her knees and absently flicked her now waist length and straight hair over her shoulder. Her unruly curls (well, frizz) was what had inspired the “booff” nickname, which combined with the bad glasses, teenage spots and shyness had made school life difficult. She had never been bullied though; even if someone tried she just let it slide, but try it on one of her friends and you better beware.

Lou had disappeared off as soon as she’d caught a glimpse of Mr Slater heading through the café. Carrie thought she’d better do some mingling before it got too busy and she’d have to find somewhere to gather her thoughts; crowds just weren’t her thing, no matter how far she’d come from being that shy teenager. She made her excuses to the boys and their families then headed into the melee of the café, through to the old familiar main corridor of the older part of the school. Just as she passed the staircase leading to the former History, German and IT rooms a chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what that meant and kept her head down, resisting the urge to glance up those stairs. She weaved through a sudden group of people moving out of one of the classrooms, making it to the end of the corridor and almost to the front entrance when a hand landed on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, hoping that the not so subtle hint would be taken, but alas that hand tightened round her lower arm and span her round.

“Leaving so soon?” The man asked, a smile twitching the edges of his mouth and mischief glinting in his eyes. Ah, those eyes; hazel with flecks of green in a face that looked no different to when she left the school 15 years previous. His hair though was tied back in a neat ponytail, something he had rarely done before. A smart, black shirt was meticulously tucked into equally black jeans. His shirt sleeves rolled to just below the elbows and top two buttons undone. He looked like he should be at a catalogue shoot, not the centenary celebrations of a Grammar School.

“Oh! Mac, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it was you,” a very thinly veiled lie and by the grin now plastered across his face, one that hadn’t been believed. “You’re looking well.”

“As are you,” using his hand, which was still firmly around her arm, he made her twirl round, which although embarrassing did mean that he had to let go.

She instinctively rubbed at where he had touched her and a brief look of concern crossed his face. An influx of half a dozen new visitors made their way through the entrance hall, giving Carrie the opportunity to slip out after them, but he followed close behind.

“Did you really think that you’d be able to avoid me all day?” He called after her.

She stopped and turned, her shoulders slumped as she dropped her eyes to the ground. “I honestly thought this wouldn’t be your sort of thing.”

“Ah, I see. So, you didn’t think I’d be here, that’s why you risked coming into my territory without gaining permission first?” He closed the distance between them once more. “Whether I am present or not, you still need to ask. You know that.” He lifted her chin and looked into eyes the colour of stormy skies.

She pulled back from his touch, aware of eyes on them from the school building; Lou had obviously finished torturing Mr Slater or he’d once again avoided her advances. Mac let her step back, sensing the same invasion of their private moment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I respectfully request to enter your territory for a period of two days.”

Mac clasped his hands behind his back before responding with equal decorum, “Request denied.”

“What?!” Carrie felt his words like they’d struck her square in the stomach. It was one thing to enter a territory without permission (an act that was punished severely if reported), but if entry was requested and then denied there was no way for the visitor to stay. She could already feel the invisible forces at work, surrounding her until she would have no choice but to obey and leave.

Lou emerged from the entrance hall and was heading purposefully in their direction. “Mr Mac,” she greeted him with the same contempt she had shown him during lessons. They’d never gotten along or liked each other very much. She grabbed Carrie’s hand and pulled her back towards the main entrance. Carrie made it a few steps before her feet firmly planted themselves on the tarmac and would not be moved.

“Come on!” Lou yanked at her hand.

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” She replied, pulling her hand free.

“Why? You need to speak more with lover boy over there?!” Lou knew that her choice of words were likely to cause a degree of hurt. Since that man had started at the school during their GCSE years Carrie had been teased about fancying him. All down to her liking guys with long hair and then he’d turned up to teach computing, well the opportunity for a little ribbing was just too tempting.

Carrie looked genuinely upset when Lou turned round and she felt a pang of guilt.

“No, I have to go.” She said as she started backing off towards the gates.

“Go! What do you mean go?” Lou was getting increasingly angry and confused.

Carrie glanced over Lou’s shoulder at Mac. “I mean I have to go. I won’t be able to make the ball later either, sorry. Say hi to people for me, ok?”

Lou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion before she whirled round and pointed at Mac. “YOU! This is your fault isn’t it?!” She stormed forward and Carrie watched in horror as she jabbed him in the chest with her finger as she spoke. “What did you say to her?!”


Dream 06.12.2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

I don’t remember how it started, as it was another long one, so I’m going to jot down what I do remember (not necessarily in the right chronological order, sorry!).

There was a mine or quarry. It was HUGE! Most of it was open cast mining, so the landscape was horrifically scarred. I’m not sure what they were mining for, but the earth was a red/orange colour, claylike consistency. There was a lot of water about too, so everywhere was slippy and pretty yuck. On the one side of the open cast area was a series of concrete structures; offices, mess hall, and tunnels that led down into the earth, where I think they were mining/searching for something else.

The people were predominantly Hispanic, the smattering of white people there seemed to be management/security. For some reason there were children there too and women, it was almost like they not only worked there, but were housed there; I’m guessing in one of the large concrete bunkers scattered behind the main workface. It was slave conditions and I have no idea why I was there!!

I think there were tremors, as I remember at one point the workers; men, women and children being herded into the bunkers as I heard something like thunder and the ground rippled and shook beneath my feet. I don’t remember interacting with anyone specifically; in fact it was almost as if I wasn’t really there. Then a large tremor hit and there was dust and rubble falling from the roof of the tunnel I was stood in, someone grabbed my arm and yelled at me to get moving. I couldn’t see who it was until we were out of the tunnel and free from the clouds of dust. It was Carl and I knew he was saying something, but the noise from inside the tunnel had muffled my hearing. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and it was Jeanette from work. She was yelling too and gesturing towards the sky. I looked up and really wished I hadn’t – it was like the Nothing (again!!) from The Never-ending Story; dark, evil clouds were racing across the clear sky, but there was fire and smoke raging in them. I felt the menace, the presence within that seething, rolling wall of evil. Jeanette turned and ran for her car (the black Range Rover), Carl ran for his car (red sports car, soft top Porsche or TT). I took a brief second to decide which car and ran for Carl’s. We got in and sped away from the cloud.

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There was something based in space at one point. Carl was still there. I think we were on some kind of spaceship, as I remember seeing the Earth out of one of the windows. It was stunning! It reminded me of the observation room on Destiny, there was even a bench seat, on which Carl and I were sat. We were talking about how far we’d both come and the friends we’d made (I’m guessing they were the ones who owned the spaceship lol!). Although, I didn’t see any evidence of these “friends” so have no idea what kind of alien we were dealing with (if that’s what they were!). I asked him how he was finding things; if there was anything else he needed to know or wanted to learn about his Gift (!). I could sense that this time the two of us were gifted! It was odd having someone there that I knew IRL having the same gift as me, but it was cool. It did feel that together we were stronger.

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Outside, back on Earth, somewhere fairly remote. I think something had been given to a group of people, perhaps by our “friends” with the ship! There were a couple of guys and a box. They emptied the box and inside it there was a helmet and a single glove; techie stuff, the helmet was like a more advanced and cooler (creepier) version of the Optimus Prime toy that Josh has. Inside it there were wires/screens, etc. It was a bit scary looking tbh and the glove (although more like a gauntlet, as it came up the arm almost to the elbow).was the same construction. The men in suits were expecting either Carl or me to put these on; that only someone with our abilities and connections to our “friends” would be able to use them. Neither of us were particularly keen; we didn’t know what would happen or what they were for. For some reason the men in suits handed the thing to me first. I glanced at Carl and he offered to go first, but I didn’t want to risk putting him in danger as I’d been aware of and using my gift longer than he had. So I put the helmet on and…nothing!! Not one thing happened!! So, I took it off. The men in suits were getting agitated and tried to take the helmet off me to make Carl try. I stopped them. Somehow (don’t know how) I remember I’d seen this before, there was a switch on the inside to the left of the left-hand screen which I flicked down. It was tiny, so wasn’t visible, but I knew where it was. Then there was another to the right, again not visible. Having turned them on I knew that something was likely to happen when I put it on, although there were no indicating lights that the thing was active, I could feel it. Reluctantly I slipped it back on my head, and yet again, nothing happened. They were about to grab it off me, but I told them to place the gauntlet on me. They slipped it onto my right hand and I waited. It was dark and I couldn’t see or feel anything, then there was a tingling sensation on the lower left side of my skull, at the back. It spread across my head and wham; I was in a field, surrounded by people. The helmet was gone, the gauntlet had gone, but I couldn’t figure out if I was actually somewhere else, or if it was like a virtual reality type thing! There were kids playing in small groups and some of the adults dotted around had actual wings!! The kids could levitate and fly about. The field was like a summer meadow, the sky a bright blue, the whole place felt, looked and even smelled pure, blissful and serene!! None of those about me noticed my presence (evidence for virtual reality perhaps?!). Then I felt it, the menace, the creeping, gut twisting fear and there in the distance was the cloud; that cloud! I tried to yell, to get them to see what was coming, to try and save them, but there was nothing I could do. They didn’t or couldn’t hear me. Some of them saw it approaching and they ran/flew in terror. It was racing towards me and I couldn’t move, I think I was screaming.

END. (I think!!)


Dream 12.09.2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

I was back in Studley and had just had a meeting with someone down Station Road, just down from the turning into Monks Drive/St Jude’s Avenue. I think it was a Doctor/shrink I’d been to see – something about my abilities. I was then meant to have a further meeting back at my parents where others were going to be in attendance to interview me. I said I wanted to walk there, which displeased the Dr, but she could do nothing about it. I left the house, it was a bright, sunny day and there were no cars about. I was walking up Station Road when I saw the SUV of the Dr, but in the car with her were 3 other people. If these were the folks that were going to my parents, then they had been present and observing my private session with the Dr!! I could see that one of the people at least was wearing a military uniform, probably an officer and I was not happy about that. I stopped walking and she could see that I had seen them and I watched as she pulled into the next road and started to 3-point turn to come back. I turned back and went up St Jude’s and as I got to the start of St Augustine’s I started to run down there. It was effortless though, like I was barely touching the ground. There was a kid just outside of Michelle’s old house who stopped me from going past. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I saw the Drs car go past the end of the road, which prompted me to get going.
Somehow I ended up in a lab. It was similar to the school Biology and Chemistry ones; board and computers at the front and rows of benches. There were a few others in the lab. We were investigating a disk that had been found by one of the people in the lab. It was part of some military set up and I knew we weren’t the owners of the disk. We needed to find out what was on it though. It was a bit ‘Terminator; the Sarah Connor Chronicles’ at this point, in fact 2 of the others there could have been John and Sarah. The one in the lab coat could have been the Dr from the car, but also could have been Abby from NCIS. Information started to appear on the screen of the laptop and I was able to understand it, even though it was symbols and formulae I’ve never seen before. The Dr then started accessing parts of the programming and moved to another PC and was about to remotely access the laptop; giving it network access. This was bad. I told her to stop, that we couldn’t allow it access to the network, especially one as sensitive as this lab. She wouldn’t listen. Then her terminal started to go weird and I realised it was the programme trying to access it! I quickly went to the laptop and ctrl/alt/del it, then formatted it, the whole hard drive and disk completely. Her terminal activity stopped and she went ballistic. I explained why I had to do it, but she still seemed pretty peeved.
All change to somewhere out by the sea. There was a large beach house; 3 storeys high and up on stilts – it didn’t have a large footprint though. There were no other dwellings to be seen anywhere and it was out, almost like it was in the estuary!! I think this had something to do with the disk, but I was with NCIS now and it was Tony and myself that had to get into this beach house. We went up the steps and could see into the first floor through the glazed door; there was a body! Tony picked the lock and we went in, he went to investigate the body and I headed up onto the 2
nd floor where I found the office. Tony was complaining about the sand and sea water ruining his really expensive Italian shoes. He was being pretty funny though. I saw that there were local cops about to show up and what looked like FBI/CIA type bods. We did not need to be caught there with the body!! I went back down and told Tony what was happening. We went to the back away from the approaching cars/people and I suggested leaping down and making a run for it. Not that there was anywhere to hide once out of the house! Tony refused to even try it, but I got out onto the balustrade and leapt, landing perfectly of course! I watched Tony get grabbed by the Feds and then I ran for it, but turned to see Gibbs pointing his gun at me and warning me not to move. I did try and say I was on his side!! Matters were resolved somehow and Gibbs and I were walking back along the beach chatting. He was saying something about how someone with my talents really ought to use them for something good and useful. I said something back to him along the lines of ‘what like you?’ and he laughed, a proper belly laugh, which made me start to laugh too. There were other bits and pieces to this, but don’t remember. I think at one point there was a large marquee type tent with camping beds set up down one side. But not sure where or how this fits in!!


Dream 10.09.2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

I was travelling on the train to (I am guessing as it’s the only place up here that has a mainline station!) Alnmouth, but I was really late and knew that my connecting bus/train was due to leave. If it did and I wasn’t on it, there wasn’t another one till the next day. The train was pretty strange too. It seemed old fashioned, but also advanced. The train itself was (I think) steam powered, but also had elements of a monorail system. The floor in places was glass so that the mechanics of the train, carriage and rail was visible. The train pulled into the station, which was pretty large if it was a provincial one and dark/dingy too. There was a digital clacker board thing that gave the bus and train departure times, but as I got into the octagonal concourse the last connecting bus status changed to departed. I looked about and there were groups of youths hanging about. I was the outsider and didn’t feel comfortable in there at all! I moved out of the gloom of the station and started to walk. It was a bright, sunny day and I recognised several of the roads as I walked towards Swarland. However, I started to realise just how far it was. Somehow (perhaps on a mobile I don’t remember using) I called Dad and he said he’d be there to pick me up. Minutes later he arrived and we walked back to where he had parked the car.
Also, at some point I was on Facebook and updating my status – I don’t remember what it said though.


Dream 09.09.2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

Another shopping centre! This time I walked in through the rather grand glazed entrance to see a large avenue in front of me extending to the left and right. In the centre was an area of fake grass, on a raised bed about 12foot across and going most of the length of the avenue. On there were 6/7 pairs of dancers doing ballroom. Their outfits were all black and white; a stark contrast to the vibrant green of the grass. In fact the whole of the mall seemed to be monochromatic in style, again chic boutiques. The avenue leads to a square in which there was seating and 3 others avenues leading from it. I think there were trees/planters in the centre, formed like an oasis in a sea of white & black marble, and chrome fixings. I went to the right of the avenue that continued from the one I had entered by out the other side of the square.
This exit leads straight back out of the shopping centre onto a large balcony area looking out over a quayside, river and bridges. The air smelled of the sea and that pungent sniff of drying seaweed. I could see cranes and dockyard works directly in front of me and to the left. To the right was the old harbour/quarter of whatever port town I was in. I started to head that way when I noticed a man stood several feet in front of me and to my right. He was looking towards the building I had come out of – the side of which looked very much like that building on Cardiff’s seafront; the bronze curved building. His right side was to me and I noticed he was wearing a long, black coat. It was cold, probably late November, early December time. The sky had the weak Winter sunshine look to it. His hair was white and long, just passed shoulder length (a touch shorter than usual) and he had a silver topped black cane. It was Lucius Malfoy! He turned slightly and saw me. I immediately stopped and he walked over, speaking greetings and pleasantries (as pleasant as Lucious gets anyway). I turned, ignoring him and proceeded to walk away. He followed me still talking, protesting that I was being unreasonable, that I needed to listen. I was carrying a bag, like I do, slung over my left shoulder, resting on my left hip. I suddenly realised my bag was open and something that Lucious wanted was in there (my wand?). I pulled the bag round just as he was reaching for it. I glared at him and he retreated slightly. I came to the edge of the dock. It was about 20-30 feet to the river below – the tide was out so the far side of the river was mainly mud banks and flats. I stopped and turned, realising I’d cornered myself. Lucius sneered triumphantly and lunged towards me and my bag. I sidestepped the Death Eater’s speed easily and he sailed over the low dockside wall and landed in the murky, muddy waters of the tidal river. I watched as he managed to drag himself to the muddy opposite bank, there being no way back up onto the dockside on my side. I called something down to him, then looked across the river to the other side. I could have gone back, should have probably, but something was urging me to go forward. I didn’t fly this time though. I just stepped out into thin air. I could feel the “air” give slightly, like walking on soft sand, but it held and I just walked straight across the river, above Lucius who was cursing below. I continued over the muddy banks and marshlands only touching down when there was pavement. This side of the river was underdevelopment and the place (or whatever) I was looking for, was somewhere around there, but I wasn’t sure where. I found the site hut and followed one of the Hi-Vis wearing workmen through the door into the hut. There was an office off the small corridor, in which were 2-3 secretaries and office staff. I carried on to the break room and one of the guys in there was security. I poked my head round the door and explained my predicament that I was a little lost and required some help. At first no one was interested and I was upset that I was being ignored. I then mentioned a name; the person whose errand I was on and the atmosphere immediately changed. I don’t remember the name… Most turned away, even more purposefully ignoring me. One of the black fleece wearing, Hi-Vis sporting security guards offered to help though as the construction site didn’t need any trouble from that person. Really wish I could remember who it was! He was leading me back out of the hut, across the construction site and away from the river.


Dream 08 09 2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4
There was a shopping centre, high end, high brow place with boutiques and designer fashion stores. I was with Erica and the sales assistants and personal shoppers in this one shop we were in were going gaga over her perfect petite body shape while I was getting practically ignored, apart from the occasional sneering looks flashed in my direction. I didn’t give two hoots for the most part, but this one group of Estee Lauder-esque girls then started on me while Erica was dragged away to try on this “perfect little number” that had just “been waiting for her”. It was a black/grey mesh dress with panels of military style heavy material. Long sleeves and a high neckline made it all look rather severe. The blondes were pointing out everything wrong with me while Erica was over the other side of the shop. Although I wasn’t the slim person I have been, I was not the heffer I am in real life! Even I was starting to lose my patience with their bitching. I’m not sure if I just shoved back the one at the front of the group with my hand, or if something more psychic slammed her on to her skinny little ass. If it was just a shove, then I can’t see why I felt the need to then leg it out of there, down several escalators and along one of the large avenues you get in these complexes. It was a leisure and shopping centre apparently. One side of the large avenue had the stainless steel and plate glass of the fashion outlets and the other had a rather elegant, Victorian crossed with 30s Art Deco thing going on; dark wood, red velvet curtains, Art Deco glass panels (wonderful!!). I shot through one of the double doors. I did not see anyone chasing me, but I could feel it. Like in The matrix, if I could the eye of any of those people around me, then their expressions would change and if they were with someone, they’d whisper and point at me. I could overhear snippets and they were outlining what I’d done and who I was – it was pretty creepy.
I realised running wasn’t going to work, so opted for getting out of sight and hiding somewhere. I slipped into one of the cinema screens (dark enough that they could only see a silhouette you see so not identify me). I sneaked up the side of the auditorium and found another exit door in a recess, which I took and it lead to a dimly lit back of house staircase. I went up for some reason – roof perhaps? Fly out of there? I realised as I was walking up them that the staircase had morphed into the one at AGS in the 3-storey block. As I realised this the rest of the building appeared and I was at the top in the art room. There I ended up sat at one of the tables and had a small slip of paper that had very close together ruled lines on it. I think the paper was baby pink in colour and the lines a slightly darker dusky pink. I think there was a logo in the top right hand corner. The paper was only A6 size. I had a fountain pen, but one with a strange nib that had two possible writing points in one; a calligraphy style one on the top, but underneath a slim fine liner. To use that one you had to hold the pen at a very shallow angle; keeping the other nib off the paper. I could then write very small, fine characters on the tight lines of the paper. I was writing a letter to Mac. I don’t remember exactly what it said, I think there was an explanation of what had occurred that day and an apology. A girl came into the room and she had a small boy with her, probably 5 or 6yrs old – too young for the school! I didn’t recognise either of them. The girl was dressed in the school uniform and had a prefect badge on the lapel of the blazer. She told me that he would see me in 15mins. I explained that I was not there to see anyone. She said she would be back in 10mins to take me to his office. I said I wouldn’t be there. She left, the boy stayed and he was sat on the table next to me. He was trying to read the note. I folded it over and wrote Mac on the front using the calligraphy nib of the pen. I left it on the table, telling the boy to pass it to the girl when she came back and that if he didn’t do it I would know. He nodded, but said nothing until I went to the door and tried the handle.
He said that they would always be after me. I sighed and nodded, “I know.” I replied without turning and then opened the door. He then said that only he could help, that I had to stay. “No.” I said, I turned to look at him as I started through the door. He had sandy blond hair, was a bit grubby looking and had big brown eyes that were tearing up. I almost went back, but I couldn’t. “Give that to the girl, he’ll understand what I have to do.” His bottom lip started to quiver. I turned and left.

Dream 07.09.2013
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

There was a large village with curio shops, tourist type things, so it was either a coastal place or somewhere like the Lakes/Peaks or Highlands. There were a lot of places selling silver/pewter items and Celtic style design. I think I was with Mom and we were window shopping for the most part. We started walking past a grand town hall; wrought iron railings and a large stone clad staircase leading to ornate wooden doors. There were columns to the façade as well and the entrance was set back under a stone portico. I went in the place, leaving Mom outside still shopping I guess, and the foyer had a large ornate staircase leading to a very big meeting hall. It had wood panelled walls, large windows down the one side, a dais to the one end and there was some kind of gathering occurring; buffet tables were laid out down the side opposite the windows. I think there was a large stone fireplace between the buffet tables as well.
I wasn’t sure I should have been there, I didn’t recognise any of the people there, but they didn’t seem fazed by my appearing at their soiree! I then felt something, like a shiver running down my spine and I turned, seeing a guy over towards the window. He was dressed in furs, long hair and he looked like he was about to leave. I noticed the sword at his side as he turned away from me. In a second I was by his side and had placed my hand over his on the hilt of the ivory handled dragon Katana.
“Duncan?” I asked and he turned. It was him. He smiled and we hugged and kissed (friendly, not passionate!). He called me by my name (not Carrie or Magenta…wish I could remember what it was!). He said something about him not expecting me to be there and I replied with something along the lines of ‘us Immortals, no matter what kind, had to stick together’. I was not one of the Highlander immortals, but was immortal – vampire again it would seem. We chatted for a while, we’d not seen each other in about 100yrs or so. Then I saw something or someone and hurriedly explained that I had to go, but that we’d catch up later.
Rest is a bit hazy and disjointed.
I was in tunnels below the town, and with a group of people (I think some of them were armed). I was helping them out tracking through the dark – I could see perfectly well of course, but they were struggling with flashlights. I think they were storm drains, as they were large brick/concrete tunnels with access points every so often (steel steps up to platforms). The group were slowing me down, so I tricked them into thinking that they were being targeted by the Predator – the 3 red laser points on the back of the guy at point seemed to dissuade them from accompanying me any further. Through the twists and turns the tunnels opened out into a large pumping room I think; old rusted machinery, a few dirty and low powered lights were on. I crept in and saw a group of people tied up and shoved against the far wall. They were hostages. There was a guy in the centre of the room with a walkie talkie and a large semi-auto gun. He turned round and it was Iain Beale from Eastenders!! From somewhere and I really don’t know how, when or where I had a baby in my arms (not mine!!). I stepped out from behind the crates I was crouched by and stood before Iain. The baby was obviously connected to him somehow cos he was mad, spitting mad! He threatened me and postured with his gun. I very calmly informed him that if he didn’t let the hostages go I would kill the baby. I felt my fangs extend slightly and was tracing my elongated and incredibly sharp fingernail across the baby’s skin. It sliced just slightly and I licked the blood from the tip of my nail. Iain rushed me (don’t know where the baby ended up!) and I was livid he’d tried to shoot me (nicked my shoulder, hurt but healed). I vamped out at him; eyes went black, fangs fully extended and forced him back to the corner of the room where I told him to sit! He was terrified.
I went back to the group and noticed it was Rob, Carl, Amy, Chris, etc (most of the pub peeps basically) and I could see that they’d witnessed everything and were a little on the shocked side.


Dream 22nd August 2013 part 2.....
Halloween, Calypso
m4g3nt4

Part 2…?

I’m not sure how it started, or if there was some cross over from the other dream and the way I faded from that dream, meant I could fade into the new one. I may have woken up following the previous dream and that’s why I ended up in a completely different location/situation.

The place had a huge warehouse feel to it, but with various levels and this one, where I started, was underground. There were metal gangways around 2 walls and metal ladders up to them. The floor was concrete and the walls corrugated steel and breezeblock. There were dozens of cases, like the ones the military use stacked around the sides and down the centre of the space. The lights illuminated everything with that awful yellowy colour. There were tables to the front of the space and laboratory type equipment, microscopes, machines, test tubes, etc. There were large storage tanks down one side of the room, opposite the side with the gangways and ladders. They looked like stasis chambers; glass panels to the front, condensation on some, others empty I think. I was on an examination table in front of these chambers. There was one of those large, bright surgery lamps above me (thankfully it was not turned on!). I was strapped down and could only move my head side to side. I could see a guy at the lab tables, writing. I started to struggle against the restraints and yelled at him to let me go.

He turned round and headed my way. He was medium height, tanned face, military fatigues, small round glasses, beard, and curly dark hair (longer than I suspect was traditional in the Army). There was a name on his fatigues, but I couldn’t make it out as he bent over me. His breath smelt like tobacco and coffee. He put his finger to his lips, got real close to my face and shushed me!! Then he went back to the table and I noticed a slight limp, right side. I was infuriated!! I struggled again and felt the one round my left ankle loosen slightly, not enough to get free though. He called someone over the walkie talkie and a few minutes later 2 armed guards approached along the gangway and down the ladder. The lab guy had opened one of the chambers and it had something that looked like the padding you get in video camera cases, but there was a person shaped cut out in it! Wires and electrodes came out of the back of the door, which were obviously there as a monitoring system. The guards stood either side of me while the lab guy started to undo my restraints. I waited until all of them were free and then shot my left leg out and down, hard against the side of his knee on the leg with the limp; there was a satisfying crunching sound. It was so fast the guards didn’t have a chance to stop me. He yelled and buckled to the floor, rocking on his back in agony and cradling at the very least a dislocated knee. I was off the table and on my feet in front of the armed guards in a flash. They were both now aiming their guns at me, yelling at me to get down on the ground or they’d fire. I refused and was just standing there (feeling pretty smug about the guys leg to be honest). I backed up towards the lab table and there was one of those stereotypical “big red buttons” that you probably shouldn’t push. The guards realised where I had been heading and their threats increased, to the point of hearing the safety (I’m guessing) click off and them take a step closer. The guy on the floor had managed to drag himself upright with the table I’d been on as support and was ordering the guards to stand down. I hit the button.

For minutes it seemed like nothing was happening, then the chambers on the left of me released clouds of vapour, enough that I was obscured from view for a moment. I headed out of the corner and towards the first ladder, but the vapour soon dispersed and the guards clocked me again. One trained on me, the other on the opening chambers. Alarms started to go off around the facility. A blonde girl burst out of the 3rd chamber and as she did I saw wings unfurl from behind her (awesome!). She was slim, pretty with silvery gray feathered wings. The guard went to fire, but the down draught from her wings as she left the ground knocked him back. The lab guy was still ordering them not to shoot. I could hear over the walkie talkies the men had that other guards were heading in our direction, but none had yet emerged from the doors along the gangways. Several of the other chambers had now released their occupants and the girl was directing them towards the ladders. These others were obviously much like her, and had their own special abilities. It was like X-Men Origins! The guards were being taken out by energy bolts and there was a mist appearing from nowhere. The girl had flown up to the gangway and looked pointedly at me from up there; she yelled down that I was useless if I wasn’t going to use what I had to help them!! I wasn’t entirely sure what it was that I had to be honest… I was about to head across to the ladder and get out when I heard thumping from the chamber I’d been stood next to when I’d pressed the button. I could see that the others had gotten out and the winged girl was off through the door too. I could also see guards heading through the doors at the far end of the warehouse. Their boots were so noisy on the metal gangways. I grabbed the edge of the chamber door and heaved it open. A guy about my age fell out, shirtless, brown hair, brown eyes, pretty damn fit. I asked him if he was OK. He nodded and I shoved him towards the ladder. Some of the guards had headed down the ladders at the far end and were racing across the warehouse floor towards us, others had continued on the gangways and were on the verge of cutting off our last remaining escape route. He climbed the ladder in seconds and I was on my way up when the lab guy (somehow) grabbed a hold of my ankle. I felt the energy travel down my body and slam into him, knocking him hard onto the floor. He looked shocked (obviously I’d not done that before!). The guy had waited for me at the top and helped me onto the gangway, I told him to run, which we did. We went through metal double doors, being pursued by a whole army (virtually). We made it through several other rooms/doors and headed towards a ramp. Then I caught sight of the others and told him to go with them, that there was something I had to do. He tried to protest, but I’d already started off through the next room and in this one it looked like an army surplus store (great cover!!). Heading towards me was Derek Reese and John Connor from Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, guns drawn.   Behind me a woman in army fatigues had appeared, no gun pointing at me, but holstered. She had black hair in a bob, pale skin, pretty short. She had her hands out trying to assure me she was no danger, etc, etc.
It was at this point I saw the skylight above me and thought of flying out of there. That triggered the thought about Prague and Charles Bridge…weird! Which then, of course, made me realise I could change it all around me and head there, but I was interested in where the dream was already going!! Those Inception ideas about triggers and such have obviously stuck in my head!!
Unfortunately, just after those thoughts, my alarm went off…booooo!


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