loading
zurastar
843
23
starlight
944111
dream
over 9 years ago
entries
feel
it’s
tank
gabriel
station
top
supernatural
gabe
missile
saving
clone
gas
real
pyramid
there’s
jerk
1385
Saving Gabe

Gabriel has been killed. That’s what a bad-ass clone of myself tells me as she pulls me up out of a tank. Our small rag-tag team of friends looks on the edge of despair. “There’s a chance we can still save him,” my clone tells me. She explains that the pathway to the underworld is real, not just a myth. If we can stop the process of the gates closing, we might be able to pull Gabe from the cycle. She points to the pyramid across the city. The setting sun is only shining light on half of the pyramid. Once the light no longer touches the tip of the pyramid, the gates will shut, sending all of the souls that perished this day to the underworld irreversibly.
I see a missile strapped on the side of the tank. I tell her I can steer it with ease if someone rides on top and accelerates it. One of our group climbs on top and from the bottom, I grab one of the rear fins. The person on top accelerates, and much like windboarding, I steer the huge rocket toward a gas station through the parking lot. I see the exact greenish purple brick that I need to hit on the wall. I jump away from the missile and run inside to evacuate. There’s a cop and a few secretaries that hurriedly leave, but one jerk takes forever. I tell the asshole to hurry up with much aggravation. In retaliation, he opens a valve on the missile. I frantically look to the pyramid. Only a slit of sunlight is still touching the top. Once it’s gone, there’s no hope for Gabe. I have to succeed!
I ram the missile into this gas station/plant. If I can just blow this up, the lines leading to this gas plant will ignite, eventually leading all the way to the pyramid and making it explode as well. However, because of that jerk, my missile is no longer dangerous. It does nothing. I try three more desperate times, but it’s no use. I look out the glass front door, and watch helplessly as the slit of sun disappears from the tip of the pyramid. I touch the glass and gasp out a scream. I failed. I have failed Gabriel.
I sob for only a moment, before my grief materializes as rage. My jaw clicks shut, feeling like it’s clamped down on and bit off the head of a doll. It gives me the feeling of killing the asshole who disarmed my missile.
Realistically I know he’s still alive, however. I wait for him to come back. He walks through the door and I confront him. I calmly, albeit still with full fury, tell him our whole story. I start with Sam and Dean and their search for their dad. I tell him everything about their journey that lead them to Castiel, Gabriel, and me.
I don’t want him to only feel physical pain. I want him to experience our story, know who we are, fall in love with our journey like I have, and ultimately make him feel the loss of who just killed out of sarcasm. I don’t want an eye for an eye physically. I want him to feel. I want him to experience the emotional pain of loosing a best friend, which is what he just forced on me and all of my comrades. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of September 15th, 2014
Real-life characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam (Supernatural), Dean (Supernatural).
Dream-created characters: Clone me, friends, cop, secretaries, jerk guy.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Tank, pyramid, city, gas station, parking lot.
Different than real life: I’ve never been windboarding or anything similar, I’ve never seen a pyramid in person.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

pyramid
dream dictionaries
missile
dream dictionaries
top
dream dictionaries
gas
dream dictionaries
clone
dream dictionaries
tank
dream dictionaries
theta b3.0
random dream...
Join now!