Chapter 2: Nice and Clean!
January 6, 2007
To my surprise I had another dream the very next night. Wow and I thought I wouldn’t dream again for like a year or ever again to be honest. Boy was I happy to dream! Isn’t it awesome, how you can go into a completely whole new world and just feel like you are part of it? I do like it. Where do they come from? Definitely a new question I have on my head, that’s for sure. But enough with the chit-chat, let’s get to the good stuff shall we?
As the last dream, in order to understand my dream we need to review what I did during the day.
It started out as a normal Saturday, I woke up pretty early, or what was early for me: 11:00 AM. I didn’t wake up because I wanted to; mom came in and opened the curtains because I had to wake up already.
“Mom! It is Saturday, let me sleep!” I said.
“No you have to wake up. Your school is doing a cleanup remember?” She said.
“Oh damn…that’s right. Arg!” I groaned but got up. My school was going to clean up one of the local streets; it was full of garbage all the time. Not to mention full of homeless and poor people as well.
I got up, with the help of God, and got ready. My mother took me to the street that we were going to work on. It was the one right next to my school, Kennedy Ave. Boy, was that a sad street. All the buildings were vandalized, there were like a hundred homeless people in this street which was only a mile long or less. It was really sad, a representation of the world itself, I would say. Anyway, I got off the car and there was Mike doing his little voluntary work.
“Hey there buddy, how are you?” Mike asked.
“Hey. Same as always I guess.” I answered.
“You mean: Pissed off, sad and simply bored?” Mike said.
“Pretty much. But…” I said remembering an important fact that he didn’t knew yet. “I dreamt!”
“No F-ing way! What did you dream?” Mike asked.
“It is kind of complicated, I wrote it all down though. You can read it later.” I answered.
“Sounds good to me!” Mike answered.
“Hey what are you two little kids talking about?! Get to work!” Ms. Griffin said, our teacher. She was a real pain in the ass I tell you. Always mad, blaming everyone for the failure on her life. She just hated kids; plain hated them…and was a teacher, go figure.
“We better get to work mate.” Mike whispered.
“I guess so.” I said.
“Here you go.” He said, handing me some sort of pole with a hook at the end in order to pick up the garbage. He also gave me a bag, to put all the garbage in. I looked around and a girl suddenly caught my attention. She looked like Lisa, the girl from the dream. She was crouched talking to a homeless guy, giving him some food. She smiled at him. Suddenly the guy took some sort of needle and stabbed her on the left arm. She screamed for her life and got away from the guy.
“Somebody help!” She kept screaming. I ran towards her.
“Hey are you alright?” I asked, very stupidly.
“No! I am not alright!” she said.
“Look, I am going to call an ambulance.” I said. And so I did, they told me they were on their way but that I had to take the needle out. “They have informed me to take the needle out and to apply pressure on the wound or else you could die.”
“No. Leave it there.” She said.
“Listen to me…” I stopped because I didn’t know her name.
“Lisa…” she answered. For a moment I was stunned but then I got to my senses.
“…I have to take it out or else you will die. Will you rather feel a little bit more pain or die?” I asked.
“Ah! Alright!” She answered.
“Okay, I am going to count to three and then I will pull it out, that way you will be ready, okay?” I said.
“Alright.” She said clinging her teeth. She wasn’t happy about this, at all.
“Alright. Here I go. one…two…” and I took it out.
“Ahh! You ass! You said you were going to do it on three.” She screamed at me.
“This way it is less painful.” I replied.
“Less painful my ass! Ah!” She said.
“You have to apply pressure on it.” I ordered.
“No way!” She said.
“You are one stubborn little girl!” I said, losing my patience.
“Look! If you just knew how painful this actually is you would be saying the same stuff.” She said. And she was probably right, but I had to follow instructions. I took my shirt off. “What the heck you doing?” she continued.
“Saving your ass.” I said. I wrapped my shirt around her arm, to stop the bleeding.
“What is going on, Robert?” Mike asked.
“She got stung with a needle.” I said while she laid on my lap.
“You called an ambulance?” Mike asked.
“Yeah dude.” I said and that is when I noticed fifteen minutes had gone by already and the ambulance wasn’t here yet. “Fifteen minutes ago actually…”
“I am feeling dizzy.” She said.
“Hold on tight. Don’t worry, they will be here any minute now.” I said, not sure if I was either lying to her or to myself.
A whole hour went by when finally the ambulance appeared. Everyone cheered, but I was pissed off. They had taken too long for such a situation. They came and picked her up.
“Good job kid. If it wasn’t because of you, she might have been dead by now.” One of the paramedics said to me. I just smiled back; I didn’t feel she was safe yet. And I was right. In a few hours after that we got a call that she had died on the way to the hospital. The needle had a poison on it that ran through her body and killed her. If they had gotten there earlier they would have saved her, but they didn’t. So much for community service…
As soon as my mother gave me the news I went into my room. Not knowing what to do, if I should cry, get angry, throw some stuff, or what. I just decided to lie down on my bed and try to get relaxed for a minute. To my surprise...I fell asleep and was dreaming once again.
I was sleeping, in the dream, when suddenly something woke me up. It was 11:00 AM once again, but this time it wasn’t my mother waking me up. It was my phone. I picked it up…it was Mike.
“Dude where the heck are you?” He asked.
“Sleeping.” I said while I yawned.
“Get your butt over to Kennedy’s Ave. dude, you were suppose to meet us here an hour ago remember?” he said.
“Again?” I asked thinking it was Sunday.
“Again? What the heck you talking about? Get your ass here before I kick it over to Mars!” He said but then laughed. “No, but really. We are waiting.”
“I am on my way.” I said. I got up and got ready. I was heading into the kitchen to ask my mom to drop me over at the street.
“What is wrong with your car?” She asked me.
“My car? Right…my car.” I said.
“Anything wrong?” she asked.
“No. Nothing at all. Where are the keys though?” I asked.
“Where you always keep them; where we keep all the keys, kiddo.” She said. I looked at her letting her know that what she just said wasn’t really helping at all. “By the garage door.”
“Thank you.” I said and I headed out. I knew instantly which one were my keys, because they had a keychain that read “Robert”. So it wasn’t difficult to find them.
As soon as I opened the garage door my jaw almost dropped into the floor. There was a car, some sort of mix between Ferrari and BMW. Boy, was that car beautiful! It was weird though, had a futuristic touch to it, I couldn’t quite place it either. I do remember it being kind of curvy, not too tall; I was probably taller than it. It had a pretty big windshield on the front, and the tail-lights were pretty amazing. That’s about it.
After I was done admiring it, I got in. There was nothing in front of me, just a weird ass looking wheel, but definitely awesome. I turned the key and then a digital display came up on a hologr
am screen in front of me and a voice said: “Where to?” it took me by surprise so I looked around trying to see who was talking. “Where to Mr. Robert?” then I realized it was an Artificial Intelligence woman from the car.
“Uh…Kennedy Ave. please.” I replied.
“Automatic or manual driving?” the female voice asked.
“Hm. Manual.” I replied.
“Routing route.” the female voice replied as a route was drawn in the hologram display in front of me.
I took the car out and when I looked up; although it was raining, I noticed that there was stuff moving in the air. At first I couldn’t recognize them. But I noticed…they were flying cars! How come I hadn’t notice that the last time? And there were also cars running on the ground, so I decided to stick to the grounds for now.
“Speed limit one hundred and ten miles per hour because of rain.” the female voice said.
“One hundred and ten miles per hour! Because of rain! Lord!” I said.
“Yes sir, it is for your own security.” The female voice replied.
“Okay…” I said, in a sarcastic way, one hundred and ten miles per hours seemed like a lot to me, even for a dry day.
“I can sense sarcasm on your tone of voice sir, is there something wrong?” The female voice said.
“No, nothing wrong. Sorry.” I said after having mouthed the word “wow”.
I got off and headed over to the Kennedy Ave. once and for all. This time I was finally paying attention, for some reason, to everything around me. It had stopped raining, so I could see everything with clarity. The whole city was completely clean and definitely better looking. It had a futuristic and nice touch to it; apparently everything here had that futuristic touch to it. Everything looked more advanced, everything looked as if it had been taken care of every single day, everything looked…awesome. It was just nice and clean. Plus, it didn’t seem boring. Buildings actually had colors, some were red, others blue, others were green; others simply had a mix and match of different colors. They were extremely elevated as well, this weren’t skyscrapers; they were more like spacecrapers. Not only that, but most of them were floating. Yeah, floating. I later learned that they were floating with anti-gravity technology, apparently the same one as the cars use. This was done in case there was an earthquake or something they wouldn’t be affected. All in all thought, it was just a pretty sight.
“Speed limit is two hundred miles per hour, sunny.” The female voice said.
“Thank you.” I said, deciding to play along this time. I noticed I was going at fifty miles per hour at the moment though. I was just paying attention to everything around me that I hadn’t notice I was going “slow”. All the cars around me were going faster than a speeding bullet, or what seemed like it. I decided to step on the pedal and wow, this thing just stepped on it as if it was nothing. But the streets where designed so well that going at this speeds just seemed normal. It was a real joyride but before I knew it I was at Kennedy’s Ave. already. There was Mike, Lisa and the rest of the guys waiting for me. I parked the car on a corner and got out. There were no homeless people and the street was clean and neat. Everything seemed new, just gotten out of the box if you will. This seemed to be the hang out spot for people my age, because there were lots and lots of teenagers walking around.
“About time dude!” Mike said.
“Hey there.” Lisa said, winking.
“Hey.” I said while I smiled. She was walking towards me when suddenly she tripped and fell. She hit her head and started bleeding. She had opened her forehead up.
“Oh my God. Call an ambulance.” I told Mike. He took out his phone and called the ambulance.
“Come right away, she is bleeding bad.” He said and hung up.
“What the heck, why didn’t you tell them where we are at?” I asked.
“Because they know already.” Mike said.
“How?” I asked.
“Dude you are acting so weird lately. GPS tracking on the DNAs of course.” He answered. I was stunned by the answer and scared too. They could track anyone with that stuff? That couldn’t be good, but everything here seems to be better so perhaps it isn’t as bad. I mean it seemed to have worked pretty well here with the paramedics. But anyway back to the dream itself. I noticed that Lisa was starting to fall asleep.
“No, no.” I said while I shook her. “You can’t fall asleep it will be worse.”
As she opened her eyes the ambulance arrived. Only a minute or so had gone by since we called and they were here already. I smiled in relieve. The paramedics got closer to her while we stepped back. They did some weird thing on her and she stood up. Her forehead was clear, no blood, no scar, nothing.
“Nice and clean.” The paramedic said.
“What the heck…” I whispered and woke up.