Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4948017-20150602131538

'''I am having nightmares.  '''When I was a kid, I always wonder about the things moving around my body. I had my mother dear covered me up with explanations, as a kid still don’t understand. She tells me a train-spoon with scrumptious rations, a nice fat man giving gifts every end of the year. And when one dies and does well, one gets angel wings and flutter to Heaven. If not, one gets to ride to Hell and be poked with pitchforks on ribs and butt for the rest of their lives. We always played Horseshoes in our backyard every afternoon. Dreams of wonderful things and discoveries started processing through my mind. I had ambitions, goals and marks that all is as of my mother’s schooling. Never in my childhood had I had any dreams that are not what my mother believed.

At the end of my 8th year, the nice fat man offered me a gaming station. I take pleasure in every bit of experience I had with my station. I adore how cruel games are made possible for gamers to experience without getting locked up on bars. The station had me lost and distant to my mother and her thoughts. It also made me closer to it than my mother. I got attached to the station and we never played Horseshoes ever again. My visions in my reverie are starting to vary to worse. The entertainment box clouded me with visions I admired more than things my mother would say. At school, I would always pick a fight with my classmates. I would utter crude words, which I learned from the Box, to all my hatred. Everything seemed normal to me.

My mother was sure his son has changed ever since the Box came to me. She knew she had to do something about this matter. She knew she had to get rid of the Box somehow by trading, giving away or concealing it. But she decided to smash it on my sleep. How my dreams work nowadays is unbelievable. I would dream of me as the protagonist of the game doing heroic and anti-heroic deeds. I would be the gangster and mafia doing drugs and vices; and the serial killer that murders anyone for amusement. But besides the far-fetched imagination, I had this sort of a security camera that guards the Box. I dreamed of my mother sneaking in the interior of my room to get a hold of the Box. She went to the garage to get some tools. She picked the hammer in cobweb, which that man used three years ago, and started smashing the Box to bits of boards and circuits.

Rage and boil happened to rose from my wake consciousness. My dream shifted to a darker phase.

It went dark for a while. Then, I dreamed I was in my mother’s room picking up the aloof gun she used in case of crisis. I dragged it on top of the table in my game table.

It went dark for a while. Then, I dreamed I was in the house kitchen picking up the knife she used to slice my meal with. I dragged it on top of the table in my game table.

It went dark for a while. Then, I dreamed I was in our backyard picking up the horseshoe I prized to play in Horseshoes. I dragged it on top of the table in my room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:125%;mso-pagination: widow-orphanno-line-numbers"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I imagined killing my mother with all three tools I find close to me. The gun bullet going headshot on her head; the knife piercing through her lower abdomen; and my horseshoe stuck on her neck.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:125%;mso-pagination: widow-orphanno-line-numbers"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Usually, this kind of nightmares ends up waking shaken and clammy. Or it could be getting you killed. But this time, I woke up holding a gun smoking and a knife covered in blood. I saw my mother beside my wrecked Box with a crack in the head, cut belly and a horseshoe stuck on her neck. I sat there the whole night beside my mother fixing my Box.

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