Before I write about my dream, i want to tell you something. I have never once remembered a dream before, in my life, and this one I did, and because of it it caused me to never sleep again, a good sleep that is.
I was on vacation, I was an adult then, in the carribean. I turned on the Television in my hotel room, it was on the news. The news caster said something about a new disease caused by microbes that were dropped into the water by big distributers and fatories. The microbes contaminated with the animals making their bite and touch extremely deadly. I thought nothing of this story, I was half asleep anyway. After about 2 minutes of lying in bed, I finally got the energy to get up and take a shower. When I got out, I got dressed in my swim suit, grabbed my surfboard, and took a cooler with stuff to eat and a first aid kit. The waves were high and awesome, the best I've ever seen. But something bothered me, Hardly no one was on the beach, just lifeguards in their towers talking on cell phones. I didn't care, I forgot about the news broadcast, and decided to hit the waves anyway. But, the first wave took me under, and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my neck, it traveled fast, and there was no stopping it, and suddenly I had no control left, I had nothing to do but wait until I was found.
I woke up in a hospital bed with my relatives all around me, asking me a million questions at once. I told them everything, the nurse was in the room as well, listening to every word I said. I made up some different ending for my family though, telling them that the water brought me under and I was cramped so I had no energy to bring myself up. They were satisfied, left their "get well" items and parted. The nurse came to me after they were all gone, she told me that she knew what really happened. She had been examining the mark on the back of my neck, and she told me that I had been bitten by a contaminated creature. I was in disbelief, she wouldn't know what it looked like, its a new disease, right? wrong. She turned around and lifted her hair, she had a bite there too. She told me that the hospital could do nothing for us, and we had to flee.
After signing out with the hospital and getting the nurses phone number, I headed to the library, to read more on this subject, for it had not been a newly-found disease after all. On the first page it said "If you have been diagnosed with micronima please read the whole of this book, if you do not, you will be in danger, once this disease has entered your body, there is no way to get it out, the microbes are now in your body, and you will die if anything foreign enters the cut on your neck. Please be forewarned, and be careful, for you can live, in fear." I read and read, and when I finished it was almost closing time for the library, I took the book out. I read, "If you have water enter that cut on the back of your neck you will die instantly. The cut never heals and never disapears." This means I could no longer wash my hair, or take showers. I hated this, i was nearly planning my own death. I opened up the phone book, and looked up "micronima." I found one number, one help group,. a group of people who cared, a group of people all with this disease. I called the nurse (Meredith) and we headed to Oklahoma early morning, we needed to join that group more than anything now.
After 5 days of driving, we finally got there, and we went to the front desk, and signed up. The receptionist led us to the room where they were. There were hundreds of them, all contaminated, all ready to die. It was a sad sight. People from all ages, babies to people in their late 70s. The first person that introduced herself to us was Maria, she was about 19, a little younger then us. She was very nice and accepting, she was a very nice person.
Months went by and no one had died, until one day, Maria's Mother had passed on, it wasn't natural though. It was from the disease, when her room was examined, there was water on her neck, and a wet wash cloth in her hand, she had done it herself. Whether it was intentional or not, we'll never know. But Maria had changed. Her mother was the closest person to her, the only person that ever mattered to her. Maria was never out of her room. It was told that she was making a potion that would force her to die as well, that did it slowly though, unlike the micronima. She finally came out, and it became clear what she had done. She had made 600 pills, that contain water, what she would do with them, no one knew. Except I had an idea. While she was out, I managed to get ahold of her diary, and I read it. I was astonished, and I told everyone immediatley. She was going to kill us all to make up for her mother's suicide. The leaders locked Maria in her room, and slid the food through the large crack under the door.
After months they finally let her out, her attitude had substantially changed. Or so it seemed. After dinner, she invited me to her room. I sad down on her bed, and she apologised to me, and hugged me. When she hugged me, she popped a pill on the back of my neck. My heart started racing, my eyes shut close. I tried to scream, and nothing came out, I tried to kick, I had no energy, but I could hear her laugh still.. and suddenly my hearing shut out as well. I was dead.
--end of dream--
I woke up, and looked at my clock. It was 6:30 AM. My leg muscles were cramped, where I tried to kick, My hearing was bad for about 4 minutes, and my voice was hoarse. I went into the bathroom and looked at the back of my neck, my cat had scratched me there. The dream seemed so real. All day, and for the next week, whenever someone mentioned death, which seemed like it was mentioned alot, it brought me back to my dream.