Have you ever actually had a dream that scared you? Because for over 19 years I didn't have a truly scary dream, though lately that's changed. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up with the posts lately, though I've been working 5-6 shifts a week, writing mid-terms, and battling the bronchitis. But that's not why you're here! *Ahem*
First things first, I find myself in a good friend's living room. I try to look around but the room won't stop spinning. I'm getting dizzy and sick, so I grab onto the counter to get some balance... It's not a visual illusion, the room is actually spinning and I'm pulled from the counter up into the air. Floating in the air, my spinning accelerating like I'm in a hamster ball rolling down a hill into hell. Every now and then I bump into a wall, slam my head into something, grab for something to slow me down only to have some uncontrollable force tear me away.
I can't help but scream. I try and focus, only to have to spinning stop briefly. The second I get my feet back on the ground the spinning pulls me. Pushes me. Tosses me around. Nothing is stable. Everyone is watching me spin out, some pointing, some laughing, some shaking their heads, some stare... satisfied. They feel like I deserve this torture.
I close my eyes. Stop. Stop. Stop. Nothing. STOP. STOP. STOP SPINNING. Nothing.
I yell "STOP F***ING SPINNING!". I open my eyes and I'm standing at the the counter, gripping it tightly. Was that all in my head? (I have no idea I'm dreaming at any point) I ask my friend, "Do you have any medicine for this?! I never in my wildest dreams imagined flying powers would be this horrifying!". She promptly replies that the only solution is to pop some Ecstasy. I blink and she's standing right in front of me smiling. *pop* She pushes some Ecstasy into my mouth and tilts her head to the side and smiles.
I suddenly become very happy (how odd hey?) and I'm moving very quickly through a slowed-down world. She's able to move quickly too and she explains that my world is turning on me, spinning around because I have a feeling of no control over my life.
The trick, she says, is to be faster than the world, always moving, always one step ahead of the game. *I blink* We're naked. Shut up. It's not a wet dream.
I suppose the best way to describe this part of the dream, is that it was a beautiful moment. I was sitting on a footstool and she was sitting on my lap facing me. We were holding each other as closely as possible. Both of us were completely naked, fully comfortable with each other, and totally accepting. The world stopped spinning and time seemed to stop. I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life (that's what the dream's narrator said). In an anime-like attempt at anti-eroticism her hair covered her nipples, and no, this was not sexual.
Basking in the romance we leaned forward and kissed...
My teeth turned into cheese and melted onto her teeth and when we pulled apart huge greasy strands of cheddar and mozza still connected us. She screamed and brought her hands to her face to pull the cheese off, but it was too late. I had infected her with a sexually-transmitted-discheese. I ruined a perfect moment, because I wasn't good enough. I'm not pure!
I woke up and thought about how this may be relate to my life.
Do I really feel such a lack of control? Maybe.
Am I a bad influence on the lives of those I care about? Sometimes...
Do I really think of myself as an unhealthy, greasy, disease-ridden hoe-bag? Not so much.
Is romance more important than debauchery? Hell yes.
What an awful... beautiful... dream. Makes you think.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
There wasn't much to this dream, but I owe it to you.
I was sneaking around an elementary school with my friend trying to find the bathroom.
It was a lengthy journey, filled with many jokes about the median, the mean, and the mode. What does X bar mean?! What are the odds I'll pass my statistics class?! So many of these questions remained unanswered. Then we found... the kitchen! Yes, the walls were lined with so many boxes of cookies and candies, and we ate them all with our vacuums.
We had to leave the kitchen in a hurry when the grade four Sunday School class came in. So we took the fire extinguisher off the walls and set them all ablaze and ran for the basement. It was dark, dank, and all around creepy. Those big cement-block walls with peeling yellow paint, and a spiralling metal staircase at each end of the hall. We walked about half way down the hall where we found the bathroom. I had to pee so bad... It was due to boredom. I had myself a wonderful pee while my friend and I shot the shit (verbally, neither of us needed to download a brownload). Suddenly the floor was wet. The bathroom was flooding! I tried to escape but the door was closed.
My friend had become possessed by a piss-demon, who locked the door from the outside.
We drowned.
It was a lengthy journey, filled with many jokes about the median, the mean, and the mode. What does X bar mean?! What are the odds I'll pass my statistics class?! So many of these questions remained unanswered. Then we found... the kitchen! Yes, the walls were lined with so many boxes of cookies and candies, and we ate them all with our vacuums.
We had to leave the kitchen in a hurry when the grade four Sunday School class came in. So we took the fire extinguisher off the walls and set them all ablaze and ran for the basement. It was dark, dank, and all around creepy. Those big cement-block walls with peeling yellow paint, and a spiralling metal staircase at each end of the hall. We walked about half way down the hall where we found the bathroom. I had to pee so bad... It was due to boredom. I had myself a wonderful pee while my friend and I shot the shit (verbally, neither of us needed to download a brownload). Suddenly the floor was wet. The bathroom was flooding! I tried to escape but the door was closed.
My friend had become possessed by a piss-demon, who locked the door from the outside.
We drowned.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
University and Work...
Due to being so incredibly overbooked lately I've been really under slept, and I usually only dream when I have a full night's rest. But I finally got a day to sleep in and whoa...
I go out for a night of drinking in my blue-chrome wheelchair to show off my mags. I rev the engine and pop the clutch, rocketing forward into the front of a building that looks much like a face. The interior is much similar to a bar in Downtown Winnipeg. The Zoo... Behind the counter is my supervisor (who will remain anonymous to you until further notice) and he explains that I must drink these ten body shots of gelatin cat piss laced with cyanide out of my girlfriend's unshaven elbows while juggling Walkie Talkies tuned to the frequency of my sexual-hunger in order to un-be. This got me very very drunk and before I knew it...
I was sitting in my apartment playing The Real Super Mario Bros, which if you didn't happen to know already, is the virtual reality Mario game. I was jumping around in the underground dungeon in my giant yellow boot stomping goombas into oblivion. Suddenly I fall into a pit, this is sure to be the end... The boogieman wouldn't have it that way, not in a thousand years. In the blackness I see his giant floating eyeball fade into existence. I don't know where to begin describing this eyeball but basically is was covered in a layer of purple flesh. Rather the skin was wrapped around it with a little slit in the middle, and this slit would open in a manner much similar to eyelids. And so it did.
This act revealed a blood green (yes.) iris with a very tiny hate filled pupil. A portal opened up in front of the floating eyeball and a rather large purple ghost hand came shooting out of it and stripped me of my boot. It threw my boot further into the darkness and grabbed me around the waist. I'm zipping faster than the speed of dark for years upon years that seem like seconds, only to come to a sudden stop. My room is filled with a very thick, muggy, light that slowly wafts off into the corners of the room. I feel very hollow and decide it a good idea to examine my person, only to find that I'm bleeding all over my bed from a hole in my stomach.
I call an ambulance and in an instant a bus smashes through my apartment wall (on the 5th floor of the complex). The paramedic/bus-driver opens the front doors and a team of surgeons come running out and put me on a stretcher to bring me aboard the bus. My family doctor from the town I used to live in is the Surgeon General, with an assault rifle mounted on his back. It was loaded with scalpels. He tells me I need to start eating more, that my bleeding was due to malnourishment, that my anorexia was embodied in the form of this illness.
The back door gets ripped from the bus and a giant hand reaches in and crushes the my doctor so hard he turns into a woman and gives birth. My cousin rats him out to the bus driver for giving birth in public without submitting his Public Birth Ticket, which, by the way cost 9 dollars individually or 45 dollars for 5. I crawl out of the bus and into the street to find myself surrounded by empty police cars. Huddled at the southwest corner of the intersection stands a group of humanoids in white shawls. They all turn to face me when the world goes dark once again... There's the eyeball.
I open my eyes to find myself in front of my apartment door... I fumble for my keys. I have to get in! My key doesn't work in the door. None of my keys work in the door. I try using the end of the keychain in the door only to have my keys fly in my face and gouge out my eyes. I'm blind! I'm blind!
In the crimson darkness I see the eyeball fade into existence... another just like it opens up beside it... They open in an instant in get rocketed forward into my skull. I am the boogieman's new body.
I go out for a night of drinking in my blue-chrome wheelchair to show off my mags. I rev the engine and pop the clutch, rocketing forward into the front of a building that looks much like a face. The interior is much similar to a bar in Downtown Winnipeg. The Zoo... Behind the counter is my supervisor (who will remain anonymous to you until further notice) and he explains that I must drink these ten body shots of gelatin cat piss laced with cyanide out of my girlfriend's unshaven elbows while juggling Walkie Talkies tuned to the frequency of my sexual-hunger in order to un-be. This got me very very drunk and before I knew it...
I was sitting in my apartment playing The Real Super Mario Bros, which if you didn't happen to know already, is the virtual reality Mario game. I was jumping around in the underground dungeon in my giant yellow boot stomping goombas into oblivion. Suddenly I fall into a pit, this is sure to be the end... The boogieman wouldn't have it that way, not in a thousand years. In the blackness I see his giant floating eyeball fade into existence. I don't know where to begin describing this eyeball but basically is was covered in a layer of purple flesh. Rather the skin was wrapped around it with a little slit in the middle, and this slit would open in a manner much similar to eyelids. And so it did.
This act revealed a blood green (yes.) iris with a very tiny hate filled pupil. A portal opened up in front of the floating eyeball and a rather large purple ghost hand came shooting out of it and stripped me of my boot. It threw my boot further into the darkness and grabbed me around the waist. I'm zipping faster than the speed of dark for years upon years that seem like seconds, only to come to a sudden stop. My room is filled with a very thick, muggy, light that slowly wafts off into the corners of the room. I feel very hollow and decide it a good idea to examine my person, only to find that I'm bleeding all over my bed from a hole in my stomach.
I call an ambulance and in an instant a bus smashes through my apartment wall (on the 5th floor of the complex). The paramedic/bus-driver opens the front doors and a team of surgeons come running out and put me on a stretcher to bring me aboard the bus. My family doctor from the town I used to live in is the Surgeon General, with an assault rifle mounted on his back. It was loaded with scalpels. He tells me I need to start eating more, that my bleeding was due to malnourishment, that my anorexia was embodied in the form of this illness.
The back door gets ripped from the bus and a giant hand reaches in and crushes the my doctor so hard he turns into a woman and gives birth. My cousin rats him out to the bus driver for giving birth in public without submitting his Public Birth Ticket, which, by the way cost 9 dollars individually or 45 dollars for 5. I crawl out of the bus and into the street to find myself surrounded by empty police cars. Huddled at the southwest corner of the intersection stands a group of humanoids in white shawls. They all turn to face me when the world goes dark once again... There's the eyeball.
I open my eyes to find myself in front of my apartment door... I fumble for my keys. I have to get in! My key doesn't work in the door. None of my keys work in the door. I try using the end of the keychain in the door only to have my keys fly in my face and gouge out my eyes. I'm blind! I'm blind!
In the crimson darkness I see the eyeball fade into existence... another just like it opens up beside it... They open in an instant in get rocketed forward into my skull. I am the boogieman's new body.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Last year...
I can't seem to find this dream on my site, so I figure I might as well type out everything I remember about it...
The ship.
This dream took place on a large cargo ship. Not your average run of the mill cargo ship, but a trailerpark trailer on pontoons dragging a boating-dock behind it. The trailer was pretty shabby looking, with cardboard duct-taped to the windows. the front door was perpetually ajar, never to be fixed throughout the course of the boat OR the course of the dream. there was a ladder tied to the side of the trailer to allow access to the roofrack/deck. Call it what you will, they're one in the same in the case of a trailer. The dock was in shambles, tied together poorly using frayed old yellow rope. When I first opened my eyes to the dream world I was standing at the far end of the dock, being pulled behind the trailer.
The tornado.
the sky was a dark blue-black, very ominous and foreboding or so I found. There was a cold wind across the water's surface, cutting through me in the way wind has been known to cut. It was raining sideways and not too far ahead in the distance was a thunderstorm. Not too much farther than that there was a very. very. very. large. tornado.
The legendary pokemon battle.
In the sky above my head, two legendary bird pokemon were battling for the fate of my world. One of them controlled some element of spacetime and the other some element of nature. Things were very majestic and the two pokemon fired beams from their mouths and fire from their wings. Hypnotic mind crushing ripples from their mind's-eye.
This was surely the cause of the storm.
My death.
The only way to save my life was clearly thus: to catch the two legendary pokemon and add them to my collection. To harness their abilities and lay claim to the universe itself. I launched my pokeballs into the sky, go pokeballs! GO! ...
...
...
They merely bounced off the two fighting pokemon.
Their fight paused and they looked at me for a moment. Looked at each other and nodded. I was struck down by lightning and burst into oblivion...
Getting reborn as a giant fish.
When I awoke I was a sailboat on the waters surface. The sky was clear and bright, the wind strong enough to propel me forward, yet gentle enough to not send me astray. I reveled in this perfect moment. I closed my boat eyes and dove beneath the surface. I am I fish, a sailboat size green fish with huge lips... Ready to kiss another fish. It's mating season Missus Greenfish! Pg14 dream sequence, involving fish love of the deck of the titanic.
The alternate ending.
I shake off this dream like the creepy, wrong, foul, disgusting garbage it is and find a better place.
Getting reborn in the basement.
I'm sitting alone in a basement entryway to a house, in the closet. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't... They've found me!
I jump up and push the nearest zombie into the crowd, I smash through the glass door and run out into the field, zombies on my tail. It's nighttime, well lit by a full moon. The yard is a forest, many branch filled trees all around. It must be autumn, because there's no foliage and... and... and I've been bit.
Becoming a super zombie.
I hate this. I have no soul. No life. No ambitions. I will never amount to more than a flesh eating monster. Monster? what do I think I am, zombies aren't monsters. Monsters are cool, monsters can jump forty feet in the air. Pounce on prey and rip them to shreds with incredible predator claws. Shriek with force and instill terror in the hearts of many... I can do these things. And I jump into a tree, cry out, and take down little red riding hood. Bite me.
The ship.
This dream took place on a large cargo ship. Not your average run of the mill cargo ship, but a trailerpark trailer on pontoons dragging a boating-dock behind it. The trailer was pretty shabby looking, with cardboard duct-taped to the windows. the front door was perpetually ajar, never to be fixed throughout the course of the boat OR the course of the dream. there was a ladder tied to the side of the trailer to allow access to the roofrack/deck. Call it what you will, they're one in the same in the case of a trailer. The dock was in shambles, tied together poorly using frayed old yellow rope. When I first opened my eyes to the dream world I was standing at the far end of the dock, being pulled behind the trailer.
The tornado.
the sky was a dark blue-black, very ominous and foreboding or so I found. There was a cold wind across the water's surface, cutting through me in the way wind has been known to cut. It was raining sideways and not too far ahead in the distance was a thunderstorm. Not too much farther than that there was a very. very. very. large. tornado.
The legendary pokemon battle.
In the sky above my head, two legendary bird pokemon were battling for the fate of my world. One of them controlled some element of spacetime and the other some element of nature. Things were very majestic and the two pokemon fired beams from their mouths and fire from their wings. Hypnotic mind crushing ripples from their mind's-eye.
This was surely the cause of the storm.
My death.
The only way to save my life was clearly thus: to catch the two legendary pokemon and add them to my collection. To harness their abilities and lay claim to the universe itself. I launched my pokeballs into the sky, go pokeballs! GO! ...
...
...
They merely bounced off the two fighting pokemon.
Their fight paused and they looked at me for a moment. Looked at each other and nodded. I was struck down by lightning and burst into oblivion...
Getting reborn as a giant fish.
When I awoke I was a sailboat on the waters surface. The sky was clear and bright, the wind strong enough to propel me forward, yet gentle enough to not send me astray. I reveled in this perfect moment. I closed my boat eyes and dove beneath the surface. I am I fish, a sailboat size green fish with huge lips... Ready to kiss another fish. It's mating season Missus Greenfish! Pg14 dream sequence, involving fish love of the deck of the titanic.
The alternate ending.
I shake off this dream like the creepy, wrong, foul, disgusting garbage it is and find a better place.
Getting reborn in the basement.
I'm sitting alone in a basement entryway to a house, in the closet. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't... They've found me!
I jump up and push the nearest zombie into the crowd, I smash through the glass door and run out into the field, zombies on my tail. It's nighttime, well lit by a full moon. The yard is a forest, many branch filled trees all around. It must be autumn, because there's no foliage and... and... and I've been bit.
Becoming a super zombie.
I hate this. I have no soul. No life. No ambitions. I will never amount to more than a flesh eating monster. Monster? what do I think I am, zombies aren't monsters. Monsters are cool, monsters can jump forty feet in the air. Pounce on prey and rip them to shreds with incredible predator claws. Shriek with force and instill terror in the hearts of many... I can do these things. And I jump into a tree, cry out, and take down little red riding hood. Bite me.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
You know the forks? "I know OF the forks..."
It's night. The moon is shining brightly through the glass ceiling.
I find myself quietly walking on the second floor of the forks market, careful not to be seen. On the main floor there are hundreds of zombies bumping shoulder to shoulder, trying to open up a path for the King Of Vampires. The King is wearing an elegant red outfit, with a cape of sorts. His hair is done up much like Elvis', and he sported a Satan Stache with the little goatee.
Now as I'm sure you know, not every zombie is the same. This was much the case in my dream. The King had some elite zombies that wore make shift armor. Regardless of what the elite zombies looked like, he told them to find me and bring me to him dead or alive.
Now it suddenly became clear to me that my plan was to get to the riverside sewer system underneath the forks market and sneak out onto the river through an emergency exit. It didn't take much planning, the thought just came to me, really. I stumbled upon one of those tiny elevator shafts for meals and mail and I hopped on in! I pulled the rope and off I went. Unfortunately the little elevator was really loud and all the zombies knew where I was. I got to the sewer in around two seconds, because I was falling from the second floor at about 9.8m/s^2. When my elevator stopped I jumped out like a superhero in slow motion -> action pose with a fist in the sky!
I had a pretty powerful area of effect because all the nearby zombies got knocked back in a near perfect circle around me. I started sprinting to the staircase when I heard someone call me out. I turned to find a group of girls standing like... Damn, who's that group... Destiny's Child? NO! Sorry, Charlie's angels, that's the one. Anywho, they said they were still mad at me about being such a heart breaker in high school or something to that effect. To be fair, these were just dream girls. I never went to high school with them and I was never a heart breaker.
A bunch of text slides on up to the center of my dream view, "BATTLE START".
When all of a sudden the girls pull out airsoft guns faster than your uncle pulls it out when your parents leave the room. A grid appears along the floor and the room is broken up into squares and levels... Just like in Final Fantasy Tactics. Except this time there are futuristic robots with arm cannons and shoulder mounted turrets.
I highlight myself and use my move points to run up that magical staircase that I totally mentioned earlier... *Ahem* As you read in the above paragraph, there was a magical staircase in the center of the atrium... In the sewer. This staircase was New-Piano-Key Black, ebony if you were. With a golden rail on one side and silver on the other. Midway up the staircase there was a large break where part of the staircase had collapsed, creating a gap between the lower half and the upper half.
So yes, I started to run up this staircase until I ran out of move points. Then I turned around and used my ACTION POINTS. If you remember, back in the day, we used to have those little rubber domes that you would turn inside out and place on the floor... After a few moments they would pop back to normal and go spiraling through the air? Well it just so happened that my "gun" was one of these domes filled to the brim with airsoft pellets. The group of girls had been following close behind and with one pop they were pelted with pellets. They all suffered serious knockback and were launched into the air in dramatic just-got-pwned poses. They burst out of existence and red text popped into center dream. CRITICAL FLAK DAMAGE.
Encounter resolved.
I jumped to the other half of the staircase and ran to the end...
Where the staircase ends.
The staircase lead to a hammock in the scaffolding of the in-sewer atrium. In this hammock was a hockey bag... Not just any hockey bag but one contaning loads of helmets, skates, miscellaneous hockey equipment, several airsoft guns, and also a sword. A gold and silver sword bent like a hockey stick. It became very clear to me... This was the enchanted armor used by the world's hero ten thousand years ago. I was to wear full goalie garb, and slay the vampire king with this sword.
As soon as I finished gearing up, I found myself in a golden chamber. Meaning this.
The walls were made of golden bricks. The ceiling was supported by golden pillars.
There were several statues of golden women. Lastly, a golden throne.
The vampire king sat upon said throne at the far end, with a smile that went from one corner of his mouth to the other corner of his mouth. That mouth opened and he started laughing. His laughing echoed, getting louder and louder, less like laughter and more like insane white noise. Can you imagine if white noise had an angry, insane inflection? Because that's what this was. From a dull hiss to a scratchy roar the air became painful to my ears. Then it stopped. The vampire king said... Do you see these bricks? Each one of them contains a gem. Concentrated human soul. Refined under high heat and pressure to become nothing but a semi-opaque crystalline rock. These golden gems give one magical abilities...
Your heart is one in the same. A gem. With your disciplined focus heated by your passion for life and love, having undergone the most traumatic experiences one can face. Your heart has been forged into the strongest and most magical gem of all. This is why you can do anything you put your mind to. Designed for greatness. Perfection. Fame. Prepared to burn forever... Your heart is charcoal and I don't want it in my wall.
I find myself quietly walking on the second floor of the forks market, careful not to be seen. On the main floor there are hundreds of zombies bumping shoulder to shoulder, trying to open up a path for the King Of Vampires. The King is wearing an elegant red outfit, with a cape of sorts. His hair is done up much like Elvis', and he sported a Satan Stache with the little goatee.
Now as I'm sure you know, not every zombie is the same. This was much the case in my dream. The King had some elite zombies that wore make shift armor. Regardless of what the elite zombies looked like, he told them to find me and bring me to him dead or alive.
Now it suddenly became clear to me that my plan was to get to the riverside sewer system underneath the forks market and sneak out onto the river through an emergency exit. It didn't take much planning, the thought just came to me, really. I stumbled upon one of those tiny elevator shafts for meals and mail and I hopped on in! I pulled the rope and off I went. Unfortunately the little elevator was really loud and all the zombies knew where I was. I got to the sewer in around two seconds, because I was falling from the second floor at about 9.8m/s^2. When my elevator stopped I jumped out like a superhero in slow motion -> action pose with a fist in the sky!
I had a pretty powerful area of effect because all the nearby zombies got knocked back in a near perfect circle around me. I started sprinting to the staircase when I heard someone call me out. I turned to find a group of girls standing like... Damn, who's that group... Destiny's Child? NO! Sorry, Charlie's angels, that's the one. Anywho, they said they were still mad at me about being such a heart breaker in high school or something to that effect. To be fair, these were just dream girls. I never went to high school with them and I was never a heart breaker.
A bunch of text slides on up to the center of my dream view, "BATTLE START".
When all of a sudden the girls pull out airsoft guns faster than your uncle pulls it out when your parents leave the room. A grid appears along the floor and the room is broken up into squares and levels... Just like in Final Fantasy Tactics. Except this time there are futuristic robots with arm cannons and shoulder mounted turrets.
I highlight myself and use my move points to run up that magical staircase that I totally mentioned earlier... *Ahem* As you read in the above paragraph, there was a magical staircase in the center of the atrium... In the sewer. This staircase was New-Piano-Key Black, ebony if you were. With a golden rail on one side and silver on the other. Midway up the staircase there was a large break where part of the staircase had collapsed, creating a gap between the lower half and the upper half.
So yes, I started to run up this staircase until I ran out of move points. Then I turned around and used my ACTION POINTS. If you remember, back in the day, we used to have those little rubber domes that you would turn inside out and place on the floor... After a few moments they would pop back to normal and go spiraling through the air? Well it just so happened that my "gun" was one of these domes filled to the brim with airsoft pellets. The group of girls had been following close behind and with one pop they were pelted with pellets. They all suffered serious knockback and were launched into the air in dramatic just-got-pwned poses. They burst out of existence and red text popped into center dream. CRITICAL FLAK DAMAGE.
Encounter resolved.
I jumped to the other half of the staircase and ran to the end...
Where the staircase ends.
The staircase lead to a hammock in the scaffolding of the in-sewer atrium. In this hammock was a hockey bag... Not just any hockey bag but one contaning loads of helmets, skates, miscellaneous hockey equipment, several airsoft guns, and also a sword. A gold and silver sword bent like a hockey stick. It became very clear to me... This was the enchanted armor used by the world's hero ten thousand years ago. I was to wear full goalie garb, and slay the vampire king with this sword.
As soon as I finished gearing up, I found myself in a golden chamber. Meaning this.
The walls were made of golden bricks. The ceiling was supported by golden pillars.
There were several statues of golden women. Lastly, a golden throne.
The vampire king sat upon said throne at the far end, with a smile that went from one corner of his mouth to the other corner of his mouth. That mouth opened and he started laughing. His laughing echoed, getting louder and louder, less like laughter and more like insane white noise. Can you imagine if white noise had an angry, insane inflection? Because that's what this was. From a dull hiss to a scratchy roar the air became painful to my ears. Then it stopped. The vampire king said... Do you see these bricks? Each one of them contains a gem. Concentrated human soul. Refined under high heat and pressure to become nothing but a semi-opaque crystalline rock. These golden gems give one magical abilities...
Your heart is one in the same. A gem. With your disciplined focus heated by your passion for life and love, having undergone the most traumatic experiences one can face. Your heart has been forged into the strongest and most magical gem of all. This is why you can do anything you put your mind to. Designed for greatness. Perfection. Fame. Prepared to burn forever... Your heart is charcoal and I don't want it in my wall.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I can remember my dreams again?!
So last night...
I was walking down the street in the town where I used to live, when all of a sudden six people on horses come zooming by laughing and screaming. I pause. "That's... Never seen that before around here. Maybe it's legal now." Though the legality of the situation is never revealed in this dream, it certainly delivers what a good dream should. Pressing forward... One of the horses jumps over a fence but the person suddenly falls off and dies a gruesome fence death. The other people continue to ride as if nothing happened and the horse runs free.
This is a situation that calls for me, clearly, because I know how to ride horse. *I lived in the country for ten years, only 6/7 of the time was video games.* So I chased that steed down with passion. The fiery kind of passion that you can feel in your stomach, feel it spreading though your digestive tract. Your colon. I could also feel it in my heart, pumping it through my arteries, veins, and colon. I did not poop the bed, but it was such an intense dream I could feel the rush of PASSION.
So naturally I catch the horse because I'm awesome... In my dreams. I grab the saddle and start pulling myself up while it's still running. *The horse is telepathic.*
"You think you can tame a mythical creature, boy?" and I think back
"I can sure as hell try!"... A few moments pass and the horse thinks at me
"Well, do you?" I think back
"I CAN SURE AS HELL TRY!" after a few seconds the horse says
"It's rude not to reply. Ass." *I'm not telepathic.*
" I thought I said I can sure as hell try!"
The horse say neigh I was just f*cking with you.
So the horse and I became fast friends, in every meaning. We started running figure eights through the parking lot, trampling passerby, and drive by sling-shottings.
Though we both know how this situation has to end. Turn, Steed! Straight ahead, Steed!
I took him back to his pack. The 6 girls who --- the 5 girls riding horseback were fascinated I caught up to them on the seemingly slowest horse of the bunch.
"Roxy was always a bit of an ass." Said one of the girls. Roxy thinks to me
"My mother was a donkey. My father was a horse god. She died during childbirth."
This brought back horrible memories for Roxy and before I could dismount he shot off through the mall (Yes.) and my head hit every second-floor walkway until I fell off.
The girls came back and said, you're not very tall for a boy, but you're still taller than us I guess. Suddenly two of the girls turned into boys and became taller than me.
I took this as my cue to leave and started walking down the street the other way, back home. What's this? A car in my driveway? Oh my god, Darcey finally got a three-seater! He can help me move! (Darcey has been asking me for rides anywhere and everywhere for almost four years. This was a highlight of this dream and stood out the most when I woke up. The three seater car plays a major role in this dream later on.)
I run into the house only to find myself on a battleground. My mom's ex-boyfriend is slaying my friends and family and laughing maniacally. *I ran to the public bathrooms.*
"Sitting in a stall, sitting in a stall, Pat won't kill me if I'm sitting in a stall"
"Hey!" some girl jumps up and peeks over the top of the stall. "Are you peeing sitting down?"
"Yeah. I always do. I have a long-standing fear of urinals, and peeing standing up in general."
"Oh... Well, I guess you deserve to die!" she says as she starts laughing.
I got up to punch her in the face, but suddenly a machete pierces the door!.. and my abdomen. I cough up some blood and stand frozen until it gets pulled out. I drop to me knees. The door opens. Pat is standing there grinning and the world around him is spattered with blood.
Wesley and Darcey come back from wherever they were, probably heaven, with McDonald's.
Pat can't handle anymore Carbohydrates! *He explodes* "Curse you french fried pertaters!----------" Echoes throughout the room. He turns into a cheque for his share of the house and cottage. "Separation Agreement - WIN"
I lied about the three-seater playing a role later on.
I was walking down the street in the town where I used to live, when all of a sudden six people on horses come zooming by laughing and screaming. I pause. "That's... Never seen that before around here. Maybe it's legal now." Though the legality of the situation is never revealed in this dream, it certainly delivers what a good dream should. Pressing forward... One of the horses jumps over a fence but the person suddenly falls off and dies a gruesome fence death. The other people continue to ride as if nothing happened and the horse runs free.
This is a situation that calls for me, clearly, because I know how to ride horse. *I lived in the country for ten years, only 6/7 of the time was video games.* So I chased that steed down with passion. The fiery kind of passion that you can feel in your stomach, feel it spreading though your digestive tract. Your colon. I could also feel it in my heart, pumping it through my arteries, veins, and colon. I did not poop the bed, but it was such an intense dream I could feel the rush of PASSION.
So naturally I catch the horse because I'm awesome... In my dreams. I grab the saddle and start pulling myself up while it's still running. *The horse is telepathic.*
"You think you can tame a mythical creature, boy?" and I think back
"I can sure as hell try!"... A few moments pass and the horse thinks at me
"Well, do you?" I think back
"I CAN SURE AS HELL TRY!" after a few seconds the horse says
"It's rude not to reply. Ass." *I'm not telepathic.*
" I thought I said I can sure as hell try!"
The horse say neigh I was just f*cking with you.
So the horse and I became fast friends, in every meaning. We started running figure eights through the parking lot, trampling passerby, and drive by sling-shottings.
Though we both know how this situation has to end. Turn, Steed! Straight ahead, Steed!
I took him back to his pack. The 6 girls who --- the 5 girls riding horseback were fascinated I caught up to them on the seemingly slowest horse of the bunch.
"Roxy was always a bit of an ass." Said one of the girls. Roxy thinks to me
"My mother was a donkey. My father was a horse god. She died during childbirth."
This brought back horrible memories for Roxy and before I could dismount he shot off through the mall (Yes.) and my head hit every second-floor walkway until I fell off.
The girls came back and said, you're not very tall for a boy, but you're still taller than us I guess. Suddenly two of the girls turned into boys and became taller than me.
I took this as my cue to leave and started walking down the street the other way, back home. What's this? A car in my driveway? Oh my god, Darcey finally got a three-seater! He can help me move! (Darcey has been asking me for rides anywhere and everywhere for almost four years. This was a highlight of this dream and stood out the most when I woke up. The three seater car plays a major role in this dream later on.)
I run into the house only to find myself on a battleground. My mom's ex-boyfriend is slaying my friends and family and laughing maniacally. *I ran to the public bathrooms.*
"Sitting in a stall, sitting in a stall, Pat won't kill me if I'm sitting in a stall"
"Hey!" some girl jumps up and peeks over the top of the stall. "Are you peeing sitting down?"
"Yeah. I always do. I have a long-standing fear of urinals, and peeing standing up in general."
"Oh... Well, I guess you deserve to die!" she says as she starts laughing.
I got up to punch her in the face, but suddenly a machete pierces the door!.. and my abdomen. I cough up some blood and stand frozen until it gets pulled out. I drop to me knees. The door opens. Pat is standing there grinning and the world around him is spattered with blood.
Wesley and Darcey come back from wherever they were, probably heaven, with McDonald's.
Pat can't handle anymore Carbohydrates! *He explodes* "Curse you french fried pertaters!----------" Echoes throughout the room. He turns into a cheque for his share of the house and cottage. "Separation Agreement - WIN"
I lied about the three-seater playing a role later on.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Let there be Survival Horror!
I really, really, really wish that I wrote this AS SOON AS I WOKE UP. Alas, it's had a day to fade from my memory...
Ahh the family reunion, what a convenient place for a survival horror.
The family has decided to rent a mansion for our reunion this year, seeing as how there are so many of us. A time to rediscover old aunts, uncles, cousins, and the departed?.. I find myself in a very large room with a high ceiling. The floor lined with benches, and the benches lined with family. I'm on the second floor looking over the balcony. My grandpa is leading our prayer to the lord, that the food be blessed, that we have a fun filled week, and that the angry spirits living in the mansion do not harm any members of our family. A younger cousin of mine sits across the room, still on the second floor with me, jotting something down in his notebook. Curious. Another cousin of mine, a few years older than myself, stands beside me. We all look up at the same time and without saying anything it becomes clear that we are to sneak off and explore the mansion.
The halls are much dimmer than the atrium was, lit only by the moonlight creeping in through boarded up windows. Everything is a dim greyish-blue color that gets darker as the halls go on. We notice a faint light at the end of one of the halls and decide to see what it is. Upon closer inspection we find it to be a wall-mounted candle, as soon as we reach the end of this particular hallway the candle goes out. A fog fills the halls and we start to lose sight of each other. A dim circle of white light appears on the floor and a spiked platform begins to rise up. Two large horns sprout from the platform, piercing one of my cousins stomachs. He starts to bleed out from his mouth, though he coughs up a rich black ink instead of blood... Then a white demon with a form much similar to Ifrit (of Final Fantasy VII) rises from the floor as well.
I turn to run, but quickly become frozen with fear. A faint side-profile of a face appears in the center of the hallway and fades away. Suddenly the ghost of a young woman in a white dress wearing a red sash appears at the other end of the hall. Her face is covered by her long black hair. She glides forward in that sketchy, jittery, motion ghosts are known for. Jumping forward meters at a time without actually stepping at all. Fading out, fading back in further ahead... Within moments she's right in front of me. The world gets fuzzy, like white noise on a television, refocuses, then becomes fuzzy again. The woman looks up and as I stare into her empty eyes the world becomes white noise once again.
When it refocuses I'm in the atrium, fifteen minutes in the past. I look across the room at my younger cousin jotting something down in his notebook. I run to look at what he's written down... He's writing down everything that just happened. As soon as he finishes he gets a blank look on his face, shakes his head, and rereads what he just wrote. It seems like this book is similar to the save system in that old Zelda game, Majora's Mask. We're to relive the following 15 minutes until we solve the mystery of the mansion, writing down our new discoveries and clues every time and going somewhere else on our next run. We decide it would be best to speak with my grandpa about the spirits, seeing as how he's very well informed on the supernatural.
He explains to us that there's an ancient artifact in the family store across town that the spirits are trying to obtain. He says that if we can get it and bring it to him, he will purify it for us to ward off the spirits and demons. We start our walk across town, down the lone gravel road, through the mist and fog. When we get to the store we spot a horn on the wall, glowing a bright green. When we take it down, my grandpa appears behind us. "Yes... Yes... This is it." He says with a grin on his face. Suddenly his teeth become large and sharp, and he begins to laugh. "That artifact was sealed to the wall by an ancestor of yours, so that no demon or spirit may ever take it down. Only someone with the family's blood coursing through their veins could break the charm and remove it." A demon bursts through my grandpa's skin, revealing itself. "I'm a demon of fear and hatred. I manifested in your grandpa's heart a long time ago. I ate at his organs, bones, and soul to grow. I've worn his skin and lived his life for years now. I've been giving you "advice" so that you could carry out my ambitions." The demon snatched the glowing horn from my hands and absorbed it into his chest... The room quickly becomes cold and grey. The demon continues to laugh. My cousin bolts forward in a feudal attempt to stop him. The demon tilts it's head forward, impaling my cousin. *Snap* My cousin is replaced by his stunt double, Samuel L. Jackson, the actor who is well known for playing the role of the first character to die.
Freeze frame. A man walks in from the edge of my vision and delivers a brief speech about hate crimes and racism. He then exits on the opposite side. Resume dream. The demon splits Samuel from his stomach to the top of his head and tosses his corps against the wall. He takes a wide swing and slices me clean in two... everything is white noise... I wake up to find myself leaning against the balcony rail on the second floor of the atrium. My cousin is jotting away in his notebook.
Ahh the family reunion, what a convenient place for a survival horror.
The family has decided to rent a mansion for our reunion this year, seeing as how there are so many of us. A time to rediscover old aunts, uncles, cousins, and the departed?.. I find myself in a very large room with a high ceiling. The floor lined with benches, and the benches lined with family. I'm on the second floor looking over the balcony. My grandpa is leading our prayer to the lord, that the food be blessed, that we have a fun filled week, and that the angry spirits living in the mansion do not harm any members of our family. A younger cousin of mine sits across the room, still on the second floor with me, jotting something down in his notebook. Curious. Another cousin of mine, a few years older than myself, stands beside me. We all look up at the same time and without saying anything it becomes clear that we are to sneak off and explore the mansion.
The halls are much dimmer than the atrium was, lit only by the moonlight creeping in through boarded up windows. Everything is a dim greyish-blue color that gets darker as the halls go on. We notice a faint light at the end of one of the halls and decide to see what it is. Upon closer inspection we find it to be a wall-mounted candle, as soon as we reach the end of this particular hallway the candle goes out. A fog fills the halls and we start to lose sight of each other. A dim circle of white light appears on the floor and a spiked platform begins to rise up. Two large horns sprout from the platform, piercing one of my cousins stomachs. He starts to bleed out from his mouth, though he coughs up a rich black ink instead of blood... Then a white demon with a form much similar to Ifrit (of Final Fantasy VII) rises from the floor as well.
I turn to run, but quickly become frozen with fear. A faint side-profile of a face appears in the center of the hallway and fades away. Suddenly the ghost of a young woman in a white dress wearing a red sash appears at the other end of the hall. Her face is covered by her long black hair. She glides forward in that sketchy, jittery, motion ghosts are known for. Jumping forward meters at a time without actually stepping at all. Fading out, fading back in further ahead... Within moments she's right in front of me. The world gets fuzzy, like white noise on a television, refocuses, then becomes fuzzy again. The woman looks up and as I stare into her empty eyes the world becomes white noise once again.
When it refocuses I'm in the atrium, fifteen minutes in the past. I look across the room at my younger cousin jotting something down in his notebook. I run to look at what he's written down... He's writing down everything that just happened. As soon as he finishes he gets a blank look on his face, shakes his head, and rereads what he just wrote. It seems like this book is similar to the save system in that old Zelda game, Majora's Mask. We're to relive the following 15 minutes until we solve the mystery of the mansion, writing down our new discoveries and clues every time and going somewhere else on our next run. We decide it would be best to speak with my grandpa about the spirits, seeing as how he's very well informed on the supernatural.
He explains to us that there's an ancient artifact in the family store across town that the spirits are trying to obtain. He says that if we can get it and bring it to him, he will purify it for us to ward off the spirits and demons. We start our walk across town, down the lone gravel road, through the mist and fog. When we get to the store we spot a horn on the wall, glowing a bright green. When we take it down, my grandpa appears behind us. "Yes... Yes... This is it." He says with a grin on his face. Suddenly his teeth become large and sharp, and he begins to laugh. "That artifact was sealed to the wall by an ancestor of yours, so that no demon or spirit may ever take it down. Only someone with the family's blood coursing through their veins could break the charm and remove it." A demon bursts through my grandpa's skin, revealing itself. "I'm a demon of fear and hatred. I manifested in your grandpa's heart a long time ago. I ate at his organs, bones, and soul to grow. I've worn his skin and lived his life for years now. I've been giving you "advice" so that you could carry out my ambitions." The demon snatched the glowing horn from my hands and absorbed it into his chest... The room quickly becomes cold and grey. The demon continues to laugh. My cousin bolts forward in a feudal attempt to stop him. The demon tilts it's head forward, impaling my cousin. *Snap* My cousin is replaced by his stunt double, Samuel L. Jackson, the actor who is well known for playing the role of the first character to die.
Freeze frame. A man walks in from the edge of my vision and delivers a brief speech about hate crimes and racism. He then exits on the opposite side. Resume dream. The demon splits Samuel from his stomach to the top of his head and tosses his corps against the wall. He takes a wide swing and slices me clean in two... everything is white noise... I wake up to find myself leaning against the balcony rail on the second floor of the atrium. My cousin is jotting away in his notebook.
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