"Bobby's Dream" (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1556 words)
Author: jmsmacy	Added: Mar 21 2012	Views/Reads: 3720/2714	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Bobby has a strange dream; in which he is a part of a huge battle. Upon arriving, he reminisces on his past, and sees where he went wrong. Once done reminiscing, he is attacked and killed by a man that is "of the light". He then wakes up, a

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boy is much bigger than me now- He can easily step on me. He looks 
back, and recognizes what happened. He gives me a wicked grin. He 
reaches across, grabs my shirt. Everything fades into oblivion. Still 
the dark is there, worming into me... The light is my only hope, but 
it's so hard to reach out... 

I remember going to church with my grandma in eighth grade. My mom
doesn't take me to church anymore- she quite long ago. Now she sits 
around and smokes. My dad has a job; but he's not much better in terms 
of personality. I sit down for church- I look down at my arms. The dark 
is recoiling from the place, seeking refuge deeper in me, within my 
dark heart. I have never done drugs, nor drunk anything I shouldn't 
have... I just think wrong, and act wrong with that boy, and so many 
others... I listen to the pastor's sermon, but don't get anything out 
of it... My thoughts are elsewhere... in dark places... The dark is 
killing me... The light is almost gone, even less of it now than 
before... 

Now I am sitting on the bus. My friend makes a dirty joke, my other
friend makes a racist joke. I laugh at both. Now the memories fade into 
oblivion, into nothingness, as I know now that I am gone, that I have 
gone wrong- I even know where, why, and how I went wrong. 

I am back on the battlefield- I am kneeling. I feel drained. I still see
the people fighting each other, some are dark, some are light... the 
people of the light seem to have an extra speed, or strength in their 
movements... or is the dark just exceptionally slow? 

Now I see a person running towards me... This person is filled with, is
of, is covered in, the light. This light is even brighter than the one 
I remember from my birth... There is no more dark on this one. It has 
been torn off. He is filled with anger, but also with pity, and sorrow- 
he lifts his sword against me. I try to lift mine, but there is no 
strength in my limbs... I feel drained... His sword rushes towards 
me... I hear the dark screaming as I die... 

Bobby wakes up. His hands are shaking, they're shivering. What the heck
was that? He wonders. It's Sunday. Time for church. He gets ready, and 
then they go. He listens to the pastors sermon, harder than he has 
before. He can't shake that last impression from his mind... of the 
light chopping him down... It's time for prayer. Anyone who wants to 
can get up and go pray at the altar. 

Surprising both himself and everyone around him, he gets up and goes to
the altar. After a second or two, he gets himself to kneel, then start 
to pray. As he prays, he feels something within him moving, something 
that hasn't moved in a long time... 

He feels his whole self just being weird... He can't explain it. When
he's done praying, he stares straight across at his arms. He felt his 
heart open up for the very first time since so long ago... He swears he 
saw dark vapor rise from his arms as his whole being started to be 
covered in the light, then he swore he felt it going into him. It was 
both the weirdest and the best feeling he has ever had. That night he 
has the same dream... 

Except this time there is no man running towards him, no-one whom he
can't best in battle. He survives, he gets the better hand of the 
battle, until the very end- the battle is over. There is dark vapor 
quickly disappearing- besides that all he can see is the light coming 
over all the earth like a flash, or a giant cloud, from the east to the 
west- until all that is left is the left. He sees all these people that 
he has never seen before, but still somehow knows as brother and 
sister... it is a wonderful feeling; except we cannot explain it 
enough, we can't say it right, with this language. No earthly language 
can possibly explain it right, fully, correctly. 

Bobby wakes up from his dream... or was it a vision of what is to come?
A vision of the end of all time, the triumph of good over evil, 
finally? Whatever it is, whatever it might have been, Bobby is glad 
that he got on the side of the light. And so am I. 

By: James Macy


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