Illusion

  This is about a spooky nightmare I had last night about a world crisis. It might have been a reply for the previous post by someone who read it and had strange abilities to hijack into a person's dreams and create mental images to scare him or her or it. Either ways, the nightmare felt like an apocalypse because the environment and the reaction of everyone towards the sequence of events were chaotic and panicky and stuff. Worse still, the only person who reacted differently was ME. Was it supposed to be natural, or had my ego already sensed it to be a dream and thus false? I woke up having a hard time trying to accept how dead quiet the room was initially...

  It went like this: The world was plagued by some black goo which started somewhere in my primary school... I think it was the music room. I wasn't the first to notice it. People who did simply backed away from it. I also cautiously backed away from it, however as the gooey thing rose from the floor, a small drop fell on the back of my right palm, closer to the last finger. It became a permanent mark, grey as cloth-dust and hot as magma. People backed away from ME too. Then my ex-teacher Mr Lye came and sort of "comforted" me and assured that I would be all right. A moment later, the music room blacked out for around 3 seconds. Then after that, the goo was gone. Surrounding us was blood and severed limbs everywhere. Felt like I was in an NC16 movie.

  We escaped the music room and then the school reported that everyone evacuate from the school to the nearest government shelter where "sufficient security and survival-necessities are sheltered from nuclear-radiated land". Everyone ran towards the nearby shelter immediately, but I took a detour to check on friends and family, while attempting to inspect the nuclear disaster. That time, I thought I was infected and I only had a few hours or days left.

  Then something, which I never wanted and never imagined would ever happen, happened. Since it was just a dream, I shall describe in the least tragic way possible: My primary school friends went all physical against one another. B.X was caught by some police for "trespassing" Bran's house, and Bran took a claw hammer and attempted to drive the clawed-side of the hammer into his head, but I stopped him by snatching the hammer and tossing it as far away as I could before proceeding to lock his arms and prevent him from harming B.X... The most horrible part of the dream, that is... Seriously, how could best friends possibly get into a physical fight and hurt one another in the attempt of killing one another???

  Next thing I knew was... An hour later, figuring out that I was still alive despite the infection, some people began to mutate into abominations and possessed supernatural strengths and became cannibals. They ripped limbs and heads off survivors. They feasted on human flesh. Survivors became frantic and ran away as far as they can, as fast as they can, and some even hid in between card-boards and garbage cans, yet they didn't last long... The wealthier ones bought spaces in government shelters to shelter themselves and their loved ones, but even the shelters didn't protect their wealthy lives any longer than those who fled and hid within garbage... Some others managed to survive the mutant ordeal and fled, including B.X who managed to escape the false polices, and Bran who snapped out of his moment of insanity and went on to fight off abominations with looted firearms from deceased soldiers.

  The goo didn't shorten my life. In fact, it mutated me. I didn't become an abomination, nor did I become a zombie. My physical looks remained unchanged, but I gained unnatural strength and agility. I became something beyond humanity... What happened that could have got this nightmare "film" and award for comical action was that I began fighting off abominations three times my size, unarmed. Both mutants AND Man thus abhorred me, and began hunting my head. The mutants fought me relentlessly, forcing me to retreat  for as long as I can possible, and military simply treated me as one of those dangerous human-turned-creatures.

  As I woke up, I found myself with cold sweat over my forehead. I checked my right hand, nothing was there. I didn't hear any sound coming from the living room, and was somewhat worried it was true. When I checked my house... Boy... I was glad my mom was still asleep. I realized how chaotic it would be if cannibalism and mutation and war-for-survival actually was true... Just an illusion, I suppose...