Writing A Dream in a Story

[Shaun]

Did you ever have a dream that was so intense, that you just had to write it down in story form? Well, this is one of those dreams. It ends at the point I woke up, so don't get mad!
If you have ever done anything similar, please post it in this thread, in story form. I hope this gets as interesting as I think it will!:D


The sun was setting on the hillside as he hurried out to his truck. He wasn't late yet, by golly. He threw his CD's into the passenger seat, and started the 2000 Ford Ranger. He slammed it into reverse, and hurried out of the driveway. As he turned onto the main road, his music was already blarring, and he was lost in the music within the cab of the green truck. He drove down the highway, making up lost time, and enjoying the sunset. In the distance, he could see an anvil shaped cloud. There'd be rain tonight.
Crossing over the county line, he neared a place that seemed only familiar to him in dreams. It was dark by this time, but everything still seemed to be illuminated. It was as if it were daytime everywhere but the sky itself. Driving further westward, the railroad came into view. He watched as he gained on a speeding frieght train. He counted the cars. 73 in all. As he aproached the head end of the train, he was excited to see the latest paint scheme of the railroad, which was still rare in that part of the country.
He followed alongside the train for a few miles, then noticed brake lights up ahead. There was a line of traffic stopped for some reason. He slowed his truck, and watched as the train gained on him, and then sped past. He rolled down his window as a lady patrol officer walked back through the line of stopped cars. He dialed up work on his cell phone to tell them he'd be late. It rang...and rang...and rang more. No one answered. Finally the lady walked up to the side of his truck, and told him that the road was shut down, and that the city was off limits. She said it'd be wise to turn around and go home, like everyone else.
"What's going on? Why can't I go?" he asked.
"You don't know?" The patrol officer said, and shook her head. He looked at her, more than a little confused, as she walked off.
He turned his truck around at a nearby railroad access drive, and headed to a short cut into the city. His curiosity had the better of him. He turned onto the road, and was soon crossing the river near the city. As the end of the bridge neared, and the trees cleared, he was astounded. The whole sky was red. There was nothing but flames and smoke as far as the eye could see. Firey debris fell from the sky, and explosions flashed everywhere. The paper plant was in ruin. The chemical plant spewed fumes into the air. The whole of the downtown area was engulfed in mass flames.
He took the nearest exit off the freeway to turn around and rush home. What catastrophy could this be? What could have been massive enough to destroy the entire city? He didn't know. He tried to call home, but apparently the cell towers were down. As he headed back down the road, another site caught his eye. He pulled into an access road, and crossed the tracks to a bare area and parked his truck. He got out, just as a coal train roared by. Again, the sky was dark, but everything was light as day. The train was not what he was looking at this time. He stared up. There it was in the sky. The cause of all of this....

[Frankie]

SIN!!!!

sorry.. had to say it

I have been playing way to much FFX for my own good. but its true... sin in the game could do that... mwahaha. Anyways that is really interest.. my dreasm are always horrible.. could be very true and only last about 5 seconds.. before confuseign me or waking me up... anyways neato... but i do hate how they end like that

[Sara]

[size=1]Dreams can be very intense, and it's neat that you could remember this well enough to write it down.

Unfortunately, we don't get nearly the same effect I'm sure you did.

More of his thoughts would help, maybe. Your narrating seems kind of...distant.[/size]