I running at night toward a church, racing to get there before my pursuer. My dad orders me to get inside now, and that he'll stall the attacker. I do not hesitate. I run up the concrete steps toward the tall, cold building with beautiful stain glass, lit up windows. I run so fast I do not use the iron railing lining the steps. I am also carrying a delicate, rectangular box about the size of a football. I burst through the doors to find the entire church is an empty shell. There isn't even a floor, just raw dirt with some dying grass spots even. I get to the center of the room and fall to my knees, placing the box on the ground. I think I bury it then spill my tears into the dirt above it, and crawl back a bit. I look all around me, at the empty walls and the light pouring in through the orange, red, and yellow stain glass windows, waiting for the magic to begin.
Just as my father and the attacker run inside the building, a magnificent tree bursts from the ground and reaches up up up near to the ceiling of the church. It is a beautiful green and even sparkles in the light from the windows. Everyone is awe-struck at it's breath taking size and beauty. We have won, the attacker and his side are to late. We have succeeded.
I am now at training, readying myself for the Hunger Games. We are in a large auditorium, and the girls and boys train separately. There is a wall made of rough stone in the center of this room, and we are practicing climbing it. The girl from District One, Clove, is scaling the wall as though she was born doing so. I however, am taking the easy way out and climbing the white-painted iron-bar latter on the left-most side of the wall. I realize that I am being a wimp and that I'm not really training at all, but I'm to chicken to practice in front of all these girls. Glimmer and Clove are especially intimidating with their gleeful smiles. Then I see Foxface. I consider talking to her, maybe making a friend before the Games, have someone on my side. But just as I approach her on the ground near the wall, she turns away and leaves as though she didn't see me, but clearly avoiding me. I then head toward the doors, climbing another ladder down another cliff wall. My back faces the latter and my arms do most of the work to haul me down, my feet providing only balance on the rungs. I feel as though I've accomplished a little training getting down this way, though it's not anything I will be able to use when the Games come. I see our instructor with orange hair holding a clip-board, talking to another woman.
Now the day has come, the real Hunger Games are about to start. All of the boys and girls are standing behind a line in wait, ready to pounce towards a large, stone, vertical cliff that must go at least ten, maybe fifteen stories high. We are to climb it. A buzzer goes off, and we all run to the wall. There is no latter now, and even if there was I am on the right side now rather than the left. It is a side I barely looked at on our model during training, but I make due. The boys, particularly Cato, Marvel, and Thresh, are up the walls almost spider like, Cato and Marvel laughing with excitement and adrenaline. I am in last place. Steadily climbing the wall with Foxface directly to my left and a full body length ahead of me. I use this green ivy-like moss growing in the recess between the large boulders as a grip to pull myself up. Looking closer, I see penny-sized lime green sheep smothering all of the moss all the way to the top. As I climb, I hear them singing. They sing something about needing them, and without them we will fail. Foxface doesn't listen to them, and actually takes handfuls of them off the moss and tossed them down. I have to dodge to avoid getting hit in the face. I look back and watch them fall, and realize how high we are. The ground is dizzily far away. I notice some of the other tributes are being pushed, thrown from the cliff by the careers, falling to their deaths. I turn back towards the top, and focus on reaching the ledge. I jam my fist into cracks and close my fist, something I learned in a movie, and use it like a clip to climb. I get to the very top, only a foot to go, when Thresh peeks over the edge. He laughs and says something demeaning to me. I ignore him, and reach my hand up for a rock that looks the perfect size for a hand hold. He laughs deeply again and taps my hand with his foot, threatening to knock me down. "You're so dead. You better watch out," he says mockingly, and leaves me. I have to get my left hand up onto the ledge. In doing so, because of the curve of the wall at the very top, my feet will leave the cliff and leave my arms to the task of pulling me up. Dangling this high up above the very distant ground makes me incredibly nervous. I plan to tighten my body, not allow it to swing out so far in a controlled manor and pull myself up. It's just what I do. For a moment I hang, worried my arms won't have the strength to pull me up, but thankfully they get to to the top. I roll onto the flat stone, thankful to not be hanging anymore. The careers are over to the left, laughing and laying on pastel towels. They give me snotty looks when I glance their way, so I go over to my own yellow towel and lay down next to Rue on her orange one and Foxface on her pale red one. Cato says something mocking and demeaning to me, and the career girls laugh. I look at Gale, who sits next to Cato. I don't expect him to stand up for me, that would be suicide, but I didn't expect him to be sitting with Cato and them, condoning their rude, arrogant actions. Worst of all, he was laughing along with them. My friend. The boy I knew from home that was chosen just like me for the Games, is now laughing along with my tormentors. I look toward the dense forest mountain that we are to enter tomorrow. Tomorrow it is a race to the church, and we the killing really begins. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of February 23rd, 2013
Real-life characters: Dad, Cato, Thresh, Marvel, Gale, Foxface, Clove, Glimmer.
Dream-created characters: Attacker/pursuer, trainer.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Church, training area, cliff, forest.
Different than real life: Gale was not the one selected for the Hunger Games in the books, I've never seen a church with no insides, there was no cliff in the Hunger Games, sheep aren't lime green nor the size of a penny.
Reasons:
Tree = A girl in a novel I am writing creates a tree in the middle of a wasteland in my story, which is somewhat similar to what happened here.
Hunger Games = I not only cleaned out my closet and found my Hunger Games books, but also saw the Jennifer Lawrence was nominated for the Oscars.
Precognitive: No experiences.
Reoccurring: No.
