It was a small gathering, about fifteen, at the old woman's tiny home in the shady neighbourhood. It seemed as though her house was a bit lighter than those situated nearby. The one-room bungalow's creamy yellow paint glowed in the summer sunset light whilst the other buildings sat in shadow. Of all the dwellings in the area, it didn't come as a shock that it was the target.
The purpose of the meeting had barely been stated when the attack started. A loud smash outside immediately alerted the group and one cautious peek at the front window was met with the exploding force of a baseball bat as the window shattered into a million shards on the floor allowing a man with elaborate tattoos on both arms to burst through with the weapon.
I wasn't even sure why I had come. All I can remember is that everyone who came to the meeting had one thing in common. We were all believers.
The person nearest to me was a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and deep brown eyes. She grabbed my arm and began to pull me toward the back door of the house. Upon reaching the exit I noticed that the other members of our group were frantically leaping out the other now broken windows in an attempt to escape the onslaught. The old woman was left behind.
We all drove here in separate vehicles and parked along both sides of the street. The girl pointed toward her black SUV while two of the attackers were slashing the tires and beating the 4x4 with bats. She hung her head and I noticed that they had not yet touched my car. As we tried to sprint toward the silver civic, the enemies reached it first and continued their abuse.
In my mind I thought all hope was lost as my friend and I began to run in the opposite direction of the chaos and soon discovered that we were being followed. The man with the tattooed arms was pursuing us as we scampered through the streets.
We were welcomed into an Indian bazaar filled with extravagant statues of all kinds lining the walls and shops as far as the eye could see glowing with brightly coloured pieces of clothing and trinkets of every kind. Our enemy had given up the chase for now.
Upon exiting the bazaar I spotted my car ahead and it looked intact. As we approached I noticed many scratches and it was clear that the mob had begun their destruction but then were distracted as the damage was minimal. I carefully opened the driver's side door and noticed that the car was stuffed with the remains of slashed tires. The girl and I worked quickly to throw out the debris and then drove off into the night...
Dreams often leave me with many questions. Like why did I dream that and what was it about? What happened to the old woman? Why was I involved in the meeting at her house? Who was the brown-haired brown-eyed girl with me? I don't reckon I'll ever find out but it all makes for a decent story starter!
The purpose of the meeting had barely been stated when the attack started. A loud smash outside immediately alerted the group and one cautious peek at the front window was met with the exploding force of a baseball bat as the window shattered into a million shards on the floor allowing a man with elaborate tattoos on both arms to burst through with the weapon.
I wasn't even sure why I had come. All I can remember is that everyone who came to the meeting had one thing in common. We were all believers.
The person nearest to me was a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and deep brown eyes. She grabbed my arm and began to pull me toward the back door of the house. Upon reaching the exit I noticed that the other members of our group were frantically leaping out the other now broken windows in an attempt to escape the onslaught. The old woman was left behind.
We all drove here in separate vehicles and parked along both sides of the street. The girl pointed toward her black SUV while two of the attackers were slashing the tires and beating the 4x4 with bats. She hung her head and I noticed that they had not yet touched my car. As we tried to sprint toward the silver civic, the enemies reached it first and continued their abuse.
In my mind I thought all hope was lost as my friend and I began to run in the opposite direction of the chaos and soon discovered that we were being followed. The man with the tattooed arms was pursuing us as we scampered through the streets.
We were welcomed into an Indian bazaar filled with extravagant statues of all kinds lining the walls and shops as far as the eye could see glowing with brightly coloured pieces of clothing and trinkets of every kind. Our enemy had given up the chase for now.
Upon exiting the bazaar I spotted my car ahead and it looked intact. As we approached I noticed many scratches and it was clear that the mob had begun their destruction but then were distracted as the damage was minimal. I carefully opened the driver's side door and noticed that the car was stuffed with the remains of slashed tires. The girl and I worked quickly to throw out the debris and then drove off into the night...
Dreams often leave me with many questions. Like why did I dream that and what was it about? What happened to the old woman? Why was I involved in the meeting at her house? Who was the brown-haired brown-eyed girl with me? I don't reckon I'll ever find out but it all makes for a decent story starter!
