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Escape from Hades
17 years ago
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You know how people die in their sleep? It's from having dreams they can't wake up from! [citation needed]
So there I was, in a mall of some sort. While there, I got something to eat. I ate, then left the table. but after going a ways away, I realized I had left something behind, my dad's antique cup.
I went back to the table and the cup was missing! Gone! I searched everywhere, before realizing someone must've stolen it. Duh.
I started walking home, thinking up excuses as to why dad's cup was gone, when I saw a shooting star. A little goat man showed up and told me to wish on the star, so I said "I wish I could go back to before I lost that cup."
BAM! Time travel. I was taken to the mall before I lost the cup, but this time, mall security saw fit to do a security check of me (probably because there were two of me, and also because I appeared out of thin air.
When I got to where I lost the cup, I couldn't find myself OR the cup. Then I looked up at the clock and saw that I was too late, I had been held up by mall security too long.
I sat and started to mope, when a girl who was supposedly "a friend" (Mom? My cousin? I'm kinda unclear on that) showed up and told me I had kept her waiting. She then led me out the back way. I was explaining the situation to her, but she said she knew, and would help me get that cup back.
Then the little goat man showed up again and pointed me towards a wishing well, at which point, the dream began to resemble an episode of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps. The goat guy told me how to work this particular wishing well, and as a result I wished. Quote unquote, "I wish I had dad's cup back."
The goat guy told me my cup was now at the bottom of a deep, narrow hole. For some reason, Friend had a flashlight, a shovel, and some sort of long tong like things. It was nighttime, so I couldn't see down the hole without the flashlight.
Friend shon the flashlight down the hole once, showing me the cup was indeed at the bottom. But when I reached in the hole with the tongs, she pulled the light away, saying she was "getting cold" without it, and wouldn't give it up. Without the light, I couldn't see what I was doing, so I'd have to dig the hole wider. As instructed by both Friend and Goat.
After a while, Friend told me I could have the flashlight if I nailed together three pieces of wood in the shape of the letter "A" (yes, very wierd. I don't get it either) using nails that were really dowels roughly hewn from sticks.
Given a hammer, I attempted this, predictably breaking all the dowels and not even making any holes in the pieces of wood. Friend became enraged and kicked me into the hole and across the ground, making the hole look kinda like a grave.
Friend got all mean and made me dig deeper. As I was digging, I heard someone say "I'm alive," in a way that someone would say he finally found his way out of a labyrinth. I couldn't see anyone besides Friend and Goat, so I climbed a tree to see over a wall.
To my horror, I saw six or seven other people (or rather, dirt filled holes with shovel sounds coming from them) and one hole with a person (rather alive looking, not zombielike) just starting to climb out. He repeated "I'm alive," before disappearing from view under falling dirt.
"THAT'S GONNA BE ME!" I realized, suddenly waking up. What? It was a dream? Haha! That means I could manipulate it and rescue those other people, who were having the same dream I was having, but who hadn't woken up.
So I went back to sleep, to rescue the others. I gave myself all the tools I could think of, but was thwarted in every attempt to get them out of their holes. Goat man told me if I tried to help them, I'd be stuck in the dream forever, like I was originally supposed to.
"Forever?" I asked, "But that means these are all people who..."
"Died in their sleep?" Goat man finished my sentence, "Yes. Yes they are."
Realizing I wasn't really asleep this time, I yanked myself back to my bedroom. I put together the pieces. Being dead, having to repeat a task for eternity, that sounded like the Greek and Roman Hades to me.
I also remembered dad never had any antique cups.
So there I was, in a mall of some sort. While there, I got something to eat. I ate, then left the table. but after going a ways away, I realized I had left something behind, my dad's antique cup.
I went back to the table and the cup was missing! Gone! I searched everywhere, before realizing someone must've stolen it. Duh.
I started walking home, thinking up excuses as to why dad's cup was gone, when I saw a shooting star. A little goat man showed up and told me to wish on the star, so I said "I wish I could go back to before I lost that cup."
BAM! Time travel. I was taken to the mall before I lost the cup, but this time, mall security saw fit to do a security check of me (probably because there were two of me, and also because I appeared out of thin air.
When I got to where I lost the cup, I couldn't find myself OR the cup. Then I looked up at the clock and saw that I was too late, I had been held up by mall security too long.
I sat and started to mope, when a girl who was supposedly "a friend" (Mom? My cousin? I'm kinda unclear on that) showed up and told me I had kept her waiting. She then led me out the back way. I was explaining the situation to her, but she said she knew, and would help me get that cup back.
Then the little goat man showed up again and pointed me towards a wishing well, at which point, the dream began to resemble an episode of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps. The goat guy told me how to work this particular wishing well, and as a result I wished. Quote unquote, "I wish I had dad's cup back."
The goat guy told me my cup was now at the bottom of a deep, narrow hole. For some reason, Friend had a flashlight, a shovel, and some sort of long tong like things. It was nighttime, so I couldn't see down the hole without the flashlight.
Friend shon the flashlight down the hole once, showing me the cup was indeed at the bottom. But when I reached in the hole with the tongs, she pulled the light away, saying she was "getting cold" without it, and wouldn't give it up. Without the light, I couldn't see what I was doing, so I'd have to dig the hole wider. As instructed by both Friend and Goat.
After a while, Friend told me I could have the flashlight if I nailed together three pieces of wood in the shape of the letter "A" (yes, very wierd. I don't get it either) using nails that were really dowels roughly hewn from sticks.
Given a hammer, I attempted this, predictably breaking all the dowels and not even making any holes in the pieces of wood. Friend became enraged and kicked me into the hole and across the ground, making the hole look kinda like a grave.
Friend got all mean and made me dig deeper. As I was digging, I heard someone say "I'm alive," in a way that someone would say he finally found his way out of a labyrinth. I couldn't see anyone besides Friend and Goat, so I climbed a tree to see over a wall.
To my horror, I saw six or seven other people (or rather, dirt filled holes with shovel sounds coming from them) and one hole with a person (rather alive looking, not zombielike) just starting to climb out. He repeated "I'm alive," before disappearing from view under falling dirt.
"THAT'S GONNA BE ME!" I realized, suddenly waking up. What? It was a dream? Haha! That means I could manipulate it and rescue those other people, who were having the same dream I was having, but who hadn't woken up.
So I went back to sleep, to rescue the others. I gave myself all the tools I could think of, but was thwarted in every attempt to get them out of their holes. Goat man told me if I tried to help them, I'd be stuck in the dream forever, like I was originally supposed to.
"Forever?" I asked, "But that means these are all people who..."
"Died in their sleep?" Goat man finished my sentence, "Yes. Yes they are."
Realizing I wasn't really asleep this time, I yanked myself back to my bedroom. I put together the pieces. Being dead, having to repeat a task for eternity, that sounded like the Greek and Roman Hades to me.
I also remembered dad never had any antique cups.
