ssǝpoƃʞɹɐp wrote:I was, about nine in my dream, but I was a traveler, and I came to this one village, that was really run down, when I remember the name I'll post it. But everyone was terrifide, not from me but just in general. I made a friend who told me everything about the villege exsept for why everyone was so frieghtend. After liveing there for a year (lol timeskip) The villager brought me to this one house, telling me it was a suprise, and when I got there it looked vary run down, and together we spent alot of money getting it fixed. Then one day, they told me. (I said someone's name from inside my dream that I can't remember) Then he shot back at me,
"Never say that name." of course I asked him why and he became un confortable because three year olds ran into the houce. They were laughing and playing when a bell rung, then they emeditly hid wherever they could. The villeger grabbed my hand and pulled me into the perfect hideing space, but there was no room for him. Then a little kid, about a year yonger then me walked out of his houce. He looked tarrifide, and his clothes were in taters. He kept on calling for friends to play with, and for his mom, but everyone remained hidden, the boy's eyes had been closed the whole time. The three year olds ran out of hideing and they began playing a harmless game of tag with him. The boy was it. It was a wonderful game untill the villager yelled and told them to get away from him. This frightend and saddened the boy. He opened his pupiless bright green eyes and grabed the girl. She screamed, then the scream was cut off, she was just gone. I jumped out of hideing after the second three year old had been killed. I stood in front of the last kid. I noticed a pattern, the more upset he was, the faster and more painful it sounded. I looked into the kids beautiful eyes and asked him about his game of tag. The boy looked suprised, he blinked and he had puipils again. After some conversation the boy grabbed my arm trying to make me dicipear. I just smiled and pat him on his head. He grabbed my arm harder, and I gave him a hug. The boy huged me back, the villager was astounded. He kept on tuging the back of my shirt to get me away from him, but I stayed at his side, the villeger looked enraged then the boy said something amazeing,
"When you look into my eyes I see hatred, and fear. When you look into my eyes I feel like a monster. When you look into my eyes, your's grow cold and lifeless. When you look into my eyes I want to make myself disapear. When she looks into my eyes I see admireation, when she looks into my eyes she sees beauty, when she looks into my eyes, I feel strong. I feel like a human being, not a monster. Your eyes are almost exsactly the same as her eyes. But when she looks at me, they are 100 times more beautiful than yours. I love my eyes. If that makes me demon, then you are the real monsters." The villager blinked and his exspression changed. It was admireation for the both of us. But that swiftly changed to hatered of both of us. The boy and I lived peacefully together, for months, untill villagers mobed the place holding sowrds and torches. The boy was tarrified. So I told them that we could exsplain together, and it was a beautiful speech, everyone agreed with us. Exsept the villager from before. It only takes one to kill a boy. A wonderful boy. A human being. An intavidual. A wasted contionsness.
There is my dream. Enjoy.
