Kidnapping a Girl

Here I have another dream post, one that I actually remember too. Most of the time dreams just come and go leaving me with no memory of them. Or maybe I didn’t even dream?

Even though this one was action packed and quite adventurous, it isn’t filled with dinosaurs and zombies like the last dream I had to report. Instead, this time it featured myself and a friend that a kidnapped some girl to keep her safe.

 

As it had started, we were just heading out somewhere. Where? I’m not quite sure, but I was driving my car with my best friend there beside me when we came across some sort of situation. A girl that was being fighting to not be forced into this weird black car with majourly tinted windows. Instead of just driving by and not worrying about it, I decided to drive right into the guy who was trying to get the girl in the car. As soon as we ran him down, my best friend grabbed the girl and shoved her into my car, then we all drove off.

The girl was freaking as we were driving, telling us that she could handle things herself and that if we did this, they would be after us too. But we  kept cool, and told her not to worry about us anymore, we were quick thinkers. Soon though, we ended up being in a high paced car chase. We were running as more of the mysterious men pursued. We ended up losing them somehow and broke off into a dirt road heading straight into the forest. We pulled into some inconspicuous hillside and spent the night. We didn’t sleep though, we were too paranoid about the men that were chasing us and plus the girl was freaking the entire time to let her go. We never really listened and ignored that request everytime, just going on and asking her questions about her life and such instead.

The next morning, my best friend went for a walk to scope out the area before we headed off again. When he came back though, he reported he saw a group of the men were heading straight towards us, the way we came. So I drove off into the forest offroad, where they wouldn’t see us when they drove by. Once we were certain they were past though, we headed back down and made it straight towards town.

Once in town, we headed to my house so I could tell my family to leave, since I was afraid those men would come to them. When we got to my house though, there was no one there and the vehicle was gone, so I knew they were safe at that moment. But as we stood on my porch, we saw those men inconveniently coming down the street to my house. I knew they would see my car and know we were here so we ran and hid on the porch. Once they came up the steps, my friend and I attacked them, knocking them both down and I took off to make sure the girl was alright. While we were taking off though, the men caught my best friend, but we kept going at his request. After running through yards and such though, we were pretty safe and broke into someone’s empty house to hide there.

While we were there, the girl and I talked and got to know each other quite well. Actually, we got quite close and were rather attracted to each other. I know who the girl is in real life, but in the dream it was as if we just met. Although, with that said, I’m not telling who the girl is.

Not long after, I did end up waking up though. I kinda wanted to get to an epic battle at the end or something, and see how it turned out. But oh well, it was rather interesting anyways and enjoyable.

 

“Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny” – Lao-Tze

 

Tyson Trepidations.

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Multiple Personalities and Oojaboojan Valley

While growing up, I had quite an insane but wonderful imagination that I shared with my best friend, Steve. We would constantly make new worlds and travel in between each one. We even created other specie races and had multiple personalities we transferred between. No, we weren’t crazy with some sort of multiple personality disorder, we just felt as though our creations needed more characters!

Our imagination really ran for a long time though, straight into our teenage years and sometimes still do, even though I’m turning 22 in October. But that’s alright, its nice to slip back  into childhood once in a while, right?

Most of our different personalities were just different forms of our names. When we were ourselves, it was Steve and Tyson. When we were the villains it was Stevaha and Tysonee. When we were the brilliant scientists/inventors it was Evets and Nosyt. We even had a crazy person personality (not like we really needed it) from the land of Dalmatia, named Stiv and Tajson.

Our most common playground was always behind our houses.

Steve became my next door neighbour partway through our friendship and we had this mountain that started right behind our houses. We would constantly climb up there and turn it into whatever world we wanted to.

One of the times we were going up my dad was building a new fence, so he had all these boards from our old fence that were still perfectly good. We took the boards up with us, a few at a time. Just brining all that wood basically took an entire day. But once up there, we managed to scrounge up all the old but still usable nails that were pulled out of those boards and got to work building ourselves a fort.

Of course, knowing us, our old fence was pink, so we were going to have a very manly, pink fort!

There was this one area up on that hill that was kinda like a valley, on either side of us were pretty steep banks. This place, we called Oojaboojan valley. It was where the mythical Oojaboojans lived.

The Oojaboojans were a race that Steve and I made up and stuck with for many many years, even making up a call for them and a special Oojaboojan language.

Ultimately, we decided to build our fort just at the entrance of the Oojaboojan valley, that way we would still be outside of it, and the hostile Oojaboojans wouldn’t attack us.

It took us about a week, but we eventually had our beautiful pink fort built. We used a fallen tree as an anchor point to get started, giving us a sturdy beam to build the roof upon. We even built ourselves a bench and made the roof waterproof with a yellow tarp. Plus, we also a added a fence for defence, in case the Oojaboojans did decide to attack us. All in all, we had a wicked pink fort with a yellow roof. It was pretty big area-wise, but we had to duck down a little when we were inside of it. Even still, it was our haven and we were very proud of what we accomplished. Sometimes it even served as our headquarters when we spied on the cute girl that lived on the other side of our houses.

Eventually our fun had to end though. The cute girl that lived in our neighbourhood moved away with her parents and the town began developing log homes on that mountain where our fort was. So yes, they destroyed our fort and ran the Oojaboojans out of their valley for their purposes.

But that didn’t keep us off the mountain. We still climbed up there, but hiked further and went on more outrageous adventures to the mountain peaks. The mountain was formed with three peaks, each fairly close, so we could hike to all of them in one day if we wanted to (and sometimes we did). Each peak had its own name, there was Death Peak, named by its many cliffs that surrounded it, making only one way possible to get up there. Not to mention everything on that peak was dead due to a forest fire. There was also Abporson’s Palace as one of the peaks, it housed an ancient kingdom that could only be seen once on the highest point of that peak. Then there was the largest and highest of the three, entitled The Neverending Mountain. All of these peaks were always dangerous to us. Since the Oojaboojans were driven from their home, they had scattered throughout each of the peaks, and we had constantly undergone many epic battles on our journeys.

Most kids do have an imagination to some degree, but from what I observed as a kid, I think Steve and I took ours a lot further than most other kids. When we describe some of the games we used to play and everything we made up, people would give us some crazy looks. Plus, when we hung around with many other kids, they were never quite as inventive as we were. They always based things off of movies or television shows they had watched, but we were never interested in copying what was already made up. But I’m sure there were some kids just as crazy as we had been.

 

“I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel” – Peter Nivio Zarlenga

 

Tyson Trepidations.