I have weird dreams lately. I've had three in a row and I find it weird because I normally don't dream. This one's the most recent one I have.

I was walking down a city street. The buildings had brown and grey bricks. A few people were looking down at the traffic below. It must've been in the afternoon. The sky was red and dark with grey clouds. Everything looked extremely normal. Except for the red sky. And how everything looked exactly the same. For some reason I found that it looked a lot like Montreal.

I heard clinking noises and I realized that I had chains on her wrist and my ankles. My first thought was "That's weird". A bunch of other people were tied to the heavy metal chains too. Some I knew from school. Some I didn't. We almost all had dark coloured hair.That detail just struck me. Everything was dark-colored in my dream. Talk about a weird colour scheme, ussually my dreams are extremely colourful. In any case, we were a bunch of teens tied to a chain like slaves.

I knew we were slaves, or doing to be used as slaves. Though, I didn't know how I had got there. It was like *Poof! I'm a slave!* I think I knew that I as in a dream. I had a doubt that I was in a dream but it looked so real. 'Course I always get mixed up betweens my dreams and reality.

I was trying to look over everyone's bobbing head to see the slave driver but I just saw the same dark-coloured hair. We were about the size of a normal class. I looked next to me and their was this guy.

Some one I just knew there was something special about him. He had black hair and dark brown eyes that could have been black. He had a sharp look in his eye like if he was always jumpy or suspicious that someone was about to stab him in the back. He had this air of confidence around him and he had a pretty big ego(I could sense it). Somehow I knew that he's usually always smirking. But he was frowning because he didn't like being in chains. And he really didn't like being a slave. I looked at him and he glared at me then I turned around and continued walking.

I looked at the cars next to the sidewalk and they looked normal. They looked at us and so they the random pedestrians. It loked like if it was normal. I just found it weird. So did the guy next to me. Never knew why though.

Then there's a time lasp.

All us slaves are now crownded up in what looks to be an alley. The walls are made of red bricks. Something important is about to happen but we don't know what.

Guy and I just look at each other: weren't we walking down a city street a few seconds ago? Anyways, he starts talking to a girl. She has black hair and black eyes like most people in that dream. The girl is one of his friends(or maybe one of my friends... she did look awfully familiar).

We start comploting on escaping. I now know that our slave driver is a priest and that we are slaves sent to serve the Church. We're gonna be held in cells in the church's basement. There are going to be windows so that's how we plan to get out.

But then the priest arrives and she goes back in line.

Another time lasp.

This time the guy doesn't seem to notice. We're all in the church now. It has to be the place where the priests prepare the ceremonies or something. It's where we'll be working.

Again the colours are really dark but there's just something that doesn't feel right with the church. The walls are drapped with red. The furniture is either made of dark or black wood or black, spiky metal bits. In fact, there are a lot of skipy metal bits laying out in the open. I find it weird because that means we could stab the guy to death and escape. Somwhow, I just don't feel like doing it.

The priest is saying a speech. Probably about how we should be honoured to serve the church. He's fully aware that he's using us as slaves but it doesn't seem to bother him or his morals.

The priest is a small enough puny-looking guy. He has short brown hair and the stereotypical brown robe. He's standing in front of a big wooden cross. The color is again, dark.

I'm standing next to the guy and, I guess our chains were taken off because he has his arms crossed and is leaning on a metal cabinet with a smirk on his face. We both listen to the priest's speech but I don't understand a word(like in my other dreams). Suddently the guy next to me says something. He's snarking at the priest but he doesn't hear him.

Of course, I don't know that. And I'm afraid that he might get himself into trouble. So, I reach into the cabinet and grab and shiky metal bit and stab him in the shoulder. He says "ow". When he says ow the priest turns towards us but he returns to his speech. I lean towards the guy and explain to him why I hit him. He's still rubbing his shoulder kinda mopping
that I hit him. For some reason his foot hurts.

I just know that we got to find the girl that we were talking to earlier. She's dissappeared. We've got to save her... along with ourselves.

And I come out of the dream just when we're sent to our cells. And me trying to spot the guy in the crowd. I don't want to get seperated from him!

And that's it! I find it weird. During the whole dream it was like if I was aware that I was in a dream. But the weird thing is that so did the other guy. I think that it might be because he's a real person too. That he was dreaming too and that we were in each other's dream. That's my way of thinking.

I hope I dream the sequel of that dream. I want to know who that guy is. It's been bothering me a lot.

-Bluestar