The Amaranthine Poet

The Rebellious Amendment

October 10, 2007 on 1:47 pm | In Everything | 5 Comments

Hello my friends. Today has been a crazy day, bleeding on, like an open wound without a tourniquet. Why?? Well, despite all my hypochondriacal, fanatical efforts to avoid sickness, someone’s germs have actually found a way past my protective barriers, and have penetrated my immune system…in other words, I have a fever today!! Ya, and I still had to go to school and study and all that. I think that the stress produced by over-studying, as a result of an inane obsession to succeed, has lowered my immune system’s defense, as a result, making me more susceptible to illness. So, I, in my efforts to help myself, have become my own obstacle. Go figure. Anyway, I wrote a new poem about having a fever, so after reading this blog (if you decide to continue), click on over to my poetry page, and read on!

Anyway, for some reason, whenever I have fevers, I have nightmares. So, last night, inevitably, I had a nightmare! Before I describe the dream, I have to say, I was reading Fredrick Douglass’ Narrative of the Life, which has in depth details on the horror of slavery, so, I think that the dream I had, derived itself from the contents of that book. BTW, I know this is long, so I am just writing it to write it! You all know how I am.

I was walking home from a friend’s house. Upon reaching my neighborhood, I began to feel a thick evil surrounding me, a darkness that was alive and malicious. It was nighttime, and I decided not to tarry as I usually do. I quickened my steps and finally, made it home. As soon as I got home, I realized I was tired, so went to sleep…when I woke up, it was still night. I got up, looking for my mom. I found her in her bedroom. She was there, along with my brother, and they were freaking out, hiding below the windows, watching the news channel. Anchors rambled, nervously, about some monstrosities going on in nearby cities. I ignored it, and asked my mom what was going on. She told me to be quiet and listen. So, I did, I listened…I heard something terrible: People screaming and crying out desperately. Children’s voices distorted and pitched high with pain, just outside the window. What was going on? My mom told me that the neighbors were angry and were holding some type of rebellion against the government, called “The Rebellious Amendment.” The neighbors were capturing people from the neighborhood, holding them in a camp, and torturing them, ruthlessly, until the gov’t decided to comply with whatever demands they might have. My mom urged me to hide under the window where they couldn’t find me, but for some reason, I had this strong desire to buy some M&Ms….ya, so, I snuck into my room, which by the way is the worst room to be in, because my window faces my neighbor’s house. So, I snuck into my room and grabbed some money and stealthily made my way out the door. Everything outside had transformed into some warlike scene…empty lots, half destroyed homes…but I had to get some M&Ms…as I walked the streets, I saw the “slaves”, crying and screaming. Some were being mutilated and whipped, others were being treated worse…they were all wearing jumpsuits that said when they would be freed from the camp. One little boy wore a jumpsuit that said, “On my 12th birthday, I will be free.” Anyway, I reached a little stand in a field where Landmark Middle School used to be before it was blown up. Two girls were selling candy. Behind them, right next to a box of clown lollipops, were two blood-stained machine guns…One of the girls glared at me, “You aren’t from that neighborhood, are you,” she asked, pointing at my street, “because if you are, you should be a slave!”
“No, I’m not, I’m not,” I assured her, and then took my M&Ms from her hand. I walked back home, the sun was beginning to rise, a gentle bruise in the sky. As I walked, I covered my ears, trying to block out the thunder of sobbing, screaming, pleading, helpless voices. I felt guilty; I should be one of them, I can’t even help them..The evil neighbors stared at me with hateful, bulging eyes. Eyes that seemed to follow me, even when they weren’t looking at me, as if there was another soul behind their eyes, staring out. Their forms became transparent, and within them were hairy, black creatures. The creatures growled so softly, that you had to strain your ears to identify the sound…but once you heard it, it was the most disgusting, frightening sound you can imagine. It was even more excruciating then the cries of the slaves.

I finally got home, and went back up to my room and lay down on my bed…suddenly, I heard rapid knocking on the window right beside my head. A shadow of a hand broke through the glass and turned to me as if it had eyes, reaching towards me with sick, deformed fingers, outstretched towards my face…………and that is when I woke up(in real life). I actually freaked out, lol, I thought my neighbors were really at my window, trying to kidnap me. I got up and looked out my window…no-one there. No slaves, no screaming, no weeping, just a sleeping world. Wow, nightmares… Anyway, if you read this, cool. Remember, I finally put up a new poem on my poetry page. If anyone thinks they might have some interesting interpretation of this dream, let me know!

<3Jenn<3