the time dreams. Part one.

Viewer discretion advised. This first part isnt too dark, but future parts will be.

Ever since that one day, the day the thoughts invaded my brain. The thoughts. The thoughts that never stop, the thoughts that demand I end my entire family. I've been shaky, non-stop. The thoughts kept coming; the knowledge that I was capable of the act made me shaky. But a deeper part of me that I tried to bury, it relishes in that knowledge, thrives, and gets bigger.

It began at the campfire, and my family was eating hot dogs when I was flooded with a sudden rage, a rage I couldn't quite explain. It was weird and confusing. I didn't know where it had originated from. I knew that I could kill all of them. At any time I wanted, and that both scared me and comforted me, made me excited.

I knew I could lunge forward from my seat, and plunge the thin, sharp metal into my brother's throat, and quickly execute my other 2 siblings. I knew I could fight off at least one of the parents or grandparents before I was overpowered. I froze. I loved my family, and I would never want to do that.

I quickly excused myself to go to sleep. I walked to the cabin and fell onto the bed. I layed on my side, trying to process where the thoughts had come from. I quickly succumbed to slumber. When I woke up, everything was quiet, and everyone was gone.

I walked out of the cabin, knowing that it was just too quiet, no bird song in the forest, no wind moving the leaves against each other, just the sun, midday. I looked around, all the other cabins, completely vacant. I heard nothing, no water rushing from the creek, no people playing and splashing in the hot spring pool.

I shuddered, feeling offset, and out of place. Vulnerable, and the hair on my neck stood on end as I felt the gaze of something unseen. I looked around, no cars, no gear, no people, just me, in the lifeless forest. I quickly noticed, the sun wasnt that beat-down heat it normally was. It was, colder, less vibrant. Everything felt dead, and still.

I couldnt feel any wind, I couldnt hear anything, no movement, it was so quiet, my breath, and heatbeat was all I could hear. I could tell, something wasnt right. I walked to the creek, and saw it. frozen. But not with ice. Just, frozen, as if time had stopped.

I knelt down, and placed my hand in it, the cold water suddenly began to flow, as if it had never stopped in the first place. I saw rainbow trout swim away quickly, their dark grey backs moving smoothly and refined in the water. I stood up quickly, feeling shaky, I knew, that I was somehow in control.

But with all control, there is learning what you have control over, and how this control works. I went back to the cabin. I still had my knife, It was sharp, and it was a strong, good knife. I knew it would last if I used it appropriatley. I looked around, for a stick. I knew I would need to kill a fish if I wanted to eat.

Suddenly, the creek froze again. I whirled around, facing completely at the creek. I saw a good sized fish right at the edge. I thought about just grabbing it. The creek had taken, about 1 second to start moving once I had plunged my hand in the cold depths.

It was close enough to do so, I knew that. I knelt down, and I threw my hand forward, grabbing the fish, I smiled immediately, I had gotten a great grip. I pulled it out, and it flopped around in my hand. I grabbed a rock, and slammed it down on its skull, killing the fish immediately.

I felt it twitching, and spazzing in my hand. Maybe it wasnt quite dead yet, but it was incapacitated enough so it wouldnt suffer for the gutting.

I pulled out my knife, and cut through its stomach. Made a cut all the way through, up to its first 2 little fins, and I ripped its guts out, then I scraped out its main blood line with my thumb nail, and cleaned it in the creek water. Rainbow trout wasnt tasty without seasoning, but this could be a survival situation, and i knew I couldnt be picky.

I walked to the campsite, before noticing, that the sun still hadnt moved. I looked at the shadows, or where there were supposed to be shadows. I felt like I had fallen into an alternate world, one that was easier to survive in i'm sure. But what here was safe to eat?

What if the fish was poisonous? I mean, it smelled like. trout. felt like trout, acted like trout, and bled like trout. I set it on the campfire stones. I heard the creek water stop in the distance. Or well, I noticed it had stopped making sound.

I walked to the general shop, where I found food, and supplies, some wood, and a hatchet behind the counter. I walked over to the hot spring pool. It had water, that was always 100 degrees, or at least thats what they advertised. It as the third day we had all been there.

I was confused. Would I ever get back home? I grabbed a bundle of fire wood and the hatchet, and walked back to the campsite. The wood, was dry, which made me smile. But I knew I would have to chop down a dead tree, for more wood. Or find sticks about.

I sat down, and shaved off the bark, I still didnt quite know how to make tinder, but I knew I needed something dry, while flammable. But it also had to burn for a little while. Box fire. I could do that! Start with four, make a square, add all the tinder I could use in the middle, and light that. wait for the square to catch fire, and boom! I would have a fire!

I didnt want to use paper, or plastics yet. I knew i needed to figure out how to make a fire. I also knew that the fire might stop. moving. But would it still make heat? No, it wouldnt, becuase if it stops, the energy isnt moving.

But then again. Nothings supposed to just. freeze like this. Its not physically sound, or possible. Which is why I have so many questions. "Hello?!" I yelled, still feeling that gaze from an unseen force. And everything started moving.

I stood up, and heard a bear, it yelled. and I heard it stomping towards me. I was 120 pounds, and 5 foot 7. I would not be able to fight off a black bear! I didnt even have a fucking spear! I yelled out again, "Hey! Hey bear!" Trying to make sure I wouldnt surprise it, in case it was chasing after something.

I didnt see it, but I could hear it. But 10 seconds later, I did see it, 50 yards away, up a hill. at the edge of the forest. I froze, before knowing I had to be big, and scary, and loud. I grabbed one of the split woods, and held it above my head. before yelling, just some primal yell I couldnt explain. No words, just a yell.

It didnt stop running at me. and i threw the log, and it surprised me just how far it flew, slamming into its snout. I grabbed another one, and held it up, yelling once more. It stopped, probably deciding wether or not it was hungry enough to fight.

"GO!" I yelled at it, and it quickly turned around, and ran. I had barely survived that encounter. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably. I fell to my ass, and heard the stomps just, stop. The feeling of being watched disappeared. I knew that bear was the one that had been looking. But was frozen in time.

Suddenly, I woke up In my own bed, I felt sick, my head throbbing, my throat scratchy and dry, my nose completely blocked, and my body drained. My father walked in, and said. "Jeez dude, you alright? You just, wouldnt do anything for like, 2 days. what the hell was that?"

I knew he was really just concered but i responded, my voice raspy, "I dont know. I can't remember." I realized, it was a dream. But I had a strange feeling, it wouldnt end. I remembered it all, in extreme, vivid, detail. I sat up, my entire body feeling as though it were on fire.

I groaned, and then he asked, "Just. Do you need anything?" I shook my head, then paused, "Actually, could I get some water?" He nodded, and got me my water, and placed a big bottle next to my bed.

"Remember, dont chug it." He reminded me. I nodded, and he left. I succumbed to sleep once more, and immediately woke up, sitting next to the campfire, the feeling of adrenaline fresh, the panic, everything as if it had just happened, uninterrupted by the time I was awake.

I knew this wasn't a normal thing, a normal dream. I sighed, calming myself down. I had a lighter, so I grabbed one from the general store. I knew there was more, but I didn't want to bring them all.

I looked at the fish, which was still mildly slimy and moist. It was clear that when I was awake, time in this world had not passed. The only question I had left was, would I lose time in the real world? I was hoping it was just that I was sick.

I walked into the cabin, which still contained items, including my backpack. The thing I was most happy about was the oven, and the pot. I knew that the propane would be very limited. The thing I didn't know was if it would "expire." I knew a damn lot, but I didn't know how long they could last.

I knew that the fish i had killed wouldnt freeze anymore, after all, it hadnt. It was drying out while I hadn't touched it for a while. But it was still drying. I knew how propane worked to a degree, just not how it was made. I knew it was very flammable, so I turned the gear on the propane oven and lit the flame. It flared out for a split second before settling down and stayed at a steady size and heat.

I grabbed the pot that my parents had brought along. and placed it on the flame. Unfortunately, the camper that my grandparents were in disappeared, everything except the stuff in my cabin, and the general store was gone. I had no seasoning, I had no extra food, aside from the stuff in the store. nothing.

I felt hunger, but it wasn't in my stomach; it was. different, I knew I needed to eat. But it was for a different reason this time. I knew I would not gather true nutrition from the meals I consumed.

But everything in this place worked like real life, unpredictable, but not unreal. I placed the cleaned fish into the pot. I then looked around in the backpack, looking for a fork. I found one immediately, along with a spork and a spoon. All were made of a brass-looking metal.

I knew these would help me. I looked at the fish and decided I should flip it. I tried, and it burned me. A searing burn that felt too real to be fake. I looked at my fingers, and they weren't blistering or even that burnt. It wasn't something I had expected, and I might have a 1st degree burn at most.

I couldn't tell if this was a trial of mind, or if I really have been falling into an alternate reality. I knew I would find out when i woke up next.

A BIT OF A DISCLAIMER! {In the future, when I make more parts, there will be more dark things.}