Dream: Dark Dragon

I found a document which appears to be the origin of my Sleeper Agent poem. Sadly, it does not appear that I finished recording the dream. It goes as follows:

March 22, 2022

Dark Dragon

Awakes.

Form of raven,

He takes.

No refuge.

No escape.

No surrender.

No pain.

He plunders

His prey.

Your life is

A game.

No wrong.

No mistake.

So strong

The law breaks.

I had a dream a while back. I’ve been meaning to write it down. So I’m doing so now.

The car is now parked. I step out of the car into the rainy parking lot. Three little girls jump out of the back door to the car. My little sisters. They are eager to get inside as the rain fills the parking lot with a thin layer of water. We begin to walk across the black asphalt towards the raised cement paths surrounding the church building. I feel the water level creep up my shoes as I walk. I look down and realize that the water isn’t rising, the ground is lowering. The level stays the same but becomes deeper as the ground sinks beneath us. I hurry my pace, grabbing hold of my little sisters’ hands, dragging them along as some of them lose their footing and slide atop the water beneath, dragged by their arms.

I hoist my little sisters onto the sidewalk pavement above me and grab hold of the edge, lifting myself up slowly. I sit there on my back for a time, breathing heavily. I look back through the rain at the parking lot. The cars aren’t sinking. I wouldn’t have known the water was deep at all if I hadn’t stepped in it. I turn to the door of the church building, but my little sisters are already inside and out of sight. I’m not wet. No trail of water follows the path of my little sisters either. I think nothing of it, forgetting the water as I open the door and enter the warm carpeted hallways.

We need to go find our parents and the older kids. It’s time to go. It’s almost dark out and the rain will only get worse. It doesn’t help that the little girls scattered throughout the building. Now I’ll have to find them too. There are two directions I can go, standing just inside by the front door. I can go left or I can go  right. I go left. As I walk down this dark hallway, the only light source behind me in the brightly lit lobby, I see doors on the left and the right. I pass two on the left, one on the right, then I see two more on the left in front of me. The path in front of me turns is another fork. I can go to the right, where I think I can see some light reflecting off the walls behind the corner or I can go  straight up some stairs where it seems to get even darker. I turn right.

I stop as I round the corner. Another path leads to the left and right, it’s like the intersection of a hallway, but I just rounded a corner, so this is an odd placement. I can also see the source of the light. In front of me, only about 10 feet away is another intersection of hallways and on the wall facing me if you go left in the intersection is a doorway into a well lit room that has little children’s toys scattered on the floor. That must be where my little sisters are. I pass by the hallways leading to my right and left and enter the doorway. There is a two and half foot long, half foot wide, black toy fire truck that is slowly driving around in the room. Circling back when it gets close to a wall or the exit. There is another door to this room in the right corner away from where I enter. There is a black chalkboard on the wall to the right, but there is nothing written there. I don’t look up at the light that I assume is above me.

I hear the voice of a little girl coming from speakers in the black toy fire truck. “Play with me!” Is that my little sister’s voice? Why don’t I recognize it? I walk into the room and face towards the wall on the right, the one with the blackboard. I stare at the black fire truck that is driving all by itself. I stoop down to get a closer look at the black fire truck, but then I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I snap my head to right, towards the doorway where I came from. Did something just pass by me in the hallway? I walk up to the door and look left and right, but I don’t see anyone. It’s really dark in these hallways, I wish I had more light than light from this room.

I hear a deep grumbling moan echo down the hallways. I stiffen with fear. Zombies. Not again. Behind me, I hear the fire truck again ask in its little girl’s voice, “Play with me!” The fire truck begins to honk its horn to get my attention, and hear the growls of the zombies getting louder. Oh no! The fire truck is too loud. It’s attracting the zombies! I turn to the fire truck and try to get it to be quiet. I can’t quite remember why I’m here or where I am, but I know that I’m in this room with a fire truck, there are zombies somewhere in the dark hallways outside of this well-lit room, and I don’t know if there is any other well-lit area or rooms beyond this one.

I wonder for a moment how I could have gotten caught up in such a mess. You’d think I would do better than to enter buildings by now, seeing as I always get trapped with zombies. But I can’t for the life of me remember entering this building or why I would have done so. “Shush, little fire truck.” I say, “I’ll play with you. Just be quiet, the zombies will hear you.”

“Zombies?” The black toy fire truck says, voice full of curiosity, “That sounds like a fun game! I’ll be the zombie. Don’t let me catch you!” The black toy truck begins racing after me. I jump and zooms past underneath me, crashing into a wall with a loud thud. Uh oh. This isn’t any quieter than before. The wall and the fire truck are both undamaged. The fire truck back ups and turns around. Preparing to charge at me again. “I’m gonna get you.” It taunts in its high-pitched voice. I hear foot steps shuffling just outside and can see the silhouette of a person slowly moving into view of the doorway. As it gets closer, and the light illuminates its form, I can freeze in horror. A zombie. Gray, decomposed body with a tattered dark green shirt and faded blue jeans. The creature with sunken eyes walks towards me almost like a waddling penguin.

The fire truck slams into my foot and I recoil, raising my foot and hopping backwards. “Ow!” I hear the fire truck beneath giggling like a little girl. “I got you!” It teases, “Let’s play again. This time, you can be the zombie.” I ignore it and focus on the zombie that is getting closer and closer. I continue to back away, now walking as the pain in my foot fades. I stop as I hit the smooth cold wooden door behind me. I don’t know what’s on the other side of this door behind me. But for some reason, I’m too scared to check it out. The zombie is now less than 10 feet away from me, almost within arm’s reach.

Afraid of what lies behind the door, I take my chances with the zombie. I run to the side, pushing it off me as it claws at my arms. I ignore the repetitive and annoying demands of the fire truck “Play with me! Play with me!” dash out into the dark hallways. But I don’t know where to go. So I turn left, and immediately left again around a corner. It is now too dark to see. I’m too far from the brightly lit room and I can hear the gargles of zombies around me in the halls. They sound like they’re only a few feet away. I’m making too much noise, running blindly through the halls. They can hear me.