December 12, 2024, Evo Numy
I dreamt.
I was at my house, there were many people there but I do not remember their faces. I went outside to the backyard, there was a row of four rectangular holes in the ground. They were about the size of a kitchen sink. Inside these rectangular holes were circular holes about the size of a coffee mug. Some of the rectangular holes had one circular hole, some had two.
I went to the leftmost rectangular hole and saw it had two circular holes on its side. I took a closer look and saw the circular holes went deep into the ground.
I called everyone over to come and take a look at these strange holes that appeared overnight. The people looked at me in confusion.
“We see four rectangular burn marks on the lawn, but we do not see any holes.” The crowd said.
“Do you know where these marks came from?” I asked them.
“Don’t know.” They said, “Probably lightning or some other force of nature.”
“How can you look at these marks and say it was nature?” I said, “These obviously came from aliens, God, or something else.”
“Something is wrong with you.” The crowd said, “You see holes inside holes but all we see are burn marks. Now you’re saying aliens or God did this? This is just a natural occurrence; nothing is going on here.” Then, they all left.
I went to bed and awoke the next morning. Two more rectangular holes appeared next to the original four. Now, there were six in a row. When I looked at the two new holes on the right, a terrible sensation came over me. I was supposed to remember something about these holes, but the memory was so terrifying that my brain would not let me remember. I called everyone back outside to look at the two new holes.
“Once again, we only see rectangular burn marks, not holes. Now there are two more, what kind of prank is this?” They said.
“I’m not playing any games here.” I said, “Look at these two new burn marks on the right. Don’t you feel something weird when you look at them?”
The crowd looked at the new marks. Some people shuffled uncomfortably, others twitched nervously, but most just averted their eyes in fear. Looking at the burn marks bothered them also.
“They are just marks, nothing special about them.” The crowd said.
“Ok then, I want someone to dig.” I said.
The crowd looked at me with confusion. “Dig? Why?”
“Because I see holes but you see burn marks. I want to know what would happen if someone digs.” I said.
They looked around at each other. Finally, a man came forward to volunteer. I told him to dig up the farthest right burn mark, one of the new ones.
He eyed the spot nervously and wiped sweat forming on his forehead. “I do not want to dig that one.” He said.
“Ok. ” I said, “Then dig at this one.” I pointed at the farthest left spot.
He hesitated for a moment then walked to the spot. “I don’t have a shovel.” He said.
“Dig with your hands.” I said.
“The ground is hard. I’ll hurt myself.”
“Fine then.” I said with exasperation, “I’ll dig.”
I went over to the farthest left hole and paused. The people looking on started to twitch and shake. A few started to sob softly. After a minute, someone let out a low, pain-filled moan then screamed. The crowd lost control and became a hysterical group of screaming, crying animals. People were on the ground weeping and beating their chests, others were covering their ears, and some were crying out to the sky with outstretched arms.
I awoke.