Polar Bear Island

Two of my friends and I arrived at an island in a fjord in Norway. At this island there were several cottages far apart from each other. We walked towards the cottage we were going to stay at, which was furthers away from the dock when we saw a polar bear in the distance. We decided to follow it. After a while we found out that it was leading us to our cottage. It turned toward us an said told us telepathically that the island was riddled with traps to catch bugs and ferrets.

The polar beard wanted to show us around so we went on a trip. After a little while I asked about the hunter who set up all the traps. The bear told us that he was evil and had killed the two polar bears that had been before him as the guardians of this island. “I’m not evil” it came from a tree” not far away. The hunter revealed himself. He sat in a tree chair and had a long grey beard. He looked nice enough. He told about the ferret infestation. Close by you cold see the hunters shack, which had loads of ferret skins hung up around it. As well as two polar bear skins. He told us that the polar bears were a grave mistake. And he had modified all of his traps to not take polar bears. He was rally sad about it. So the telepathic polar bear said he was forgiven.

The bear brought us to a high outlook to show us the sunset. His fur gleamed in the sun as if he had mirrors in-between all the fur. When he walked, it seemed as if he had a cloud of white with hints of pink floating around him, like a ghost.

A boat car approached, so we hid. We did not want people freaking out over a polar bear. It was two guys in their late teens. One of them seemed scared of night, because he was nervously looking around everywhere with his flashlight. I decided to approach them and say hi. As I approached I whistled so they could hear me and so not to scared when they saw me.

We quickly became friends. But we did not let them know about the polar bear. Then we started a bonfire and collected cockroaches the size of apples to roast on the fire. But they tasted best when you dunk them I water before roasting them.

The day I killed my two siblings

This is written as i woke up. I have not yet looked it over, so it is probably a grammatical mess. Sorry.

I held a party at my cottage and allot of people came. It was a blast and I learnt about a creative collective that lives in an awesome house in North Norway. Some of my previous schoolmates worked there and wanted me to join them in working there.

The creative collective had a simulated game, which were a weird kind of multiplayer Cluedo, where you had to collect points by assassinating other players. They explained the rules several times and started the game which were progressive. So almost all of the content had been unlocked. This had taken several months.

I found myself In a part of the game which were a simulation of the creative collective, which was a huge abandoned building placed out in the ocean in north Norway. There was a lot of pollution in the water, but there was always a current around us that kept the algae and trash away from us. Everyone had wetsuits and we sat in a rubber boat. I arrived after some of the guys in which were diving and finding moles. Like the ones you get on your skin. This was their objective. They introduced me to a dolphin that had arrived a bit earlier. They first thought it were a shark, but when they had scrambled for the boat, they saw that it was a dolphin and just wanted to play.

I observed a player paying the character of a lady, and did not understand how he cored points. I just saw her walking around getting allot of points so I asked in the chat; “How does this game work”. The game master was furious that someone did not understand it yet after all the explanations. So he reset the game. It was almost finished after several months of playing. And now they were all back on square one. I was so sorry. And eventually everyone left the party.

Then my parents and family came to visit the cottage. I was siting in the sun thinking about how awesome it was with wireless Internet at my cottage and they came to continue the party. Or have some guest over. None of them drank anything.

One of the redneck guys who lives near my family’s cottage came up and wanted to drive us tho the part of north Norway were the creative collective were. My aunt, grandma, and mom sat in the car with him. My dad hitched a ride with me on my scooter. I was driving and talking to my dad about the collective and how much I wanted to work there. He said I could manage anything I wanted. But I wasn’t sure my products sowed off my actual skills and would impress the creative collective where I wanted to work.

Suddenly the car stops and my mom get’s out. And she is in labour. Everyone gets hysterical. I do not know what to do, so I hunched behind my mom and hold her arms to help her focus. She gives birth rather quickly. The baby is encased in a gelatinous blog. My aunt throws p, and I think quickly that it would be funny to lick the stuff of the baby, like animals do with their children, to gross her out even more. But I don’t. The baby is slippery so I put it down to help my mom. The baby instantly slides towards the highway railing and slips under it as we all were frozen still. Then it falls 10 meters don onto the undergoing highway. Everyone starts screaming and shouting at me. I feel terrible. I want to jump after the baby.

But the dream isn’t over yet. I suddenly find a second baby, (which apparently my mom dint feel) so I quickly pick it up to give to someone that can hold it properly. It slips out of my hands, over the rails and gets hit by a semi truck. Creaming starts again and I want even more to jump after the baby’s. But I threw myself at a field, engorged with electrical wires. I miss all of them and just lay there with my face in the ground. Then I woke up.