I am outside a large wooden building. It looks rustic, like a log cabin. The wood is stained dark brown, the building is large with a sloping roof. It is winter. The building is a hotel, it appears to be a mountain resort, though I don't see any snow.
I see a group of people walking in, they look happy. My love is there, but she is arm in arm with another man. He is short, with dark skin and curly dark hair. He looks youthful but not young. She doesn't see me. I walk in behind them.
His name is Colin.
My mom and dad are inside, they've broken up and are away on a weekend together against their will. I see my love and Colin walking up the wooden stairs together, presumably to their room. I call out to her, and she turns. Colin stops on the stairs and watches as my love greets me with a hug.
"Who is he?"
She is angered by my question. She tells me I am too untrusting, and that she needs to be able to spend time with her friends without me being jealous. We continue to fight. She leaves with Colin.
It is time for dinner. There is a common eating area. I sit with my friends and my parents. She sits with him, and after dinner they leave together. My parents decide over dinner to try the relationship again. They will spend the night together. I have nowhere to spend the night. Dinner ends, and I have won a door prize, a classic car waits for me outside. I grab a blanket and go outside to sleep in my prize. It is more a bunch of scrap metal with an engine than it is a car, but it will keep me warm.
I sleep.
When I wake, I find myself outdoors, sleeping on a mobile tray used in the kitchens. The hotel was real, but I dreamed that I received a car in a door prize. In reality I'm sleeping under a blanket on a used kitchen tray in the doorway of the hotel. The sound of patrons coming and going woke me. I am in my pajamas. I see my love and Colin come back from wherever they went. His hair now has bleached blonde tips.
I don't want to confront them in my current state, but I have no choice. She is not angry, she only seems tired. She will not give me a definite answer when I ask if she is choosing him over me, but she follows him back to his room after telling me we are over. I have no reason left to stay here.
I decide to leave.
My dad drove us here, but he tried to drive in the night and his truck was overturned on the icy roads. We have no car. We start to walk. The sky goes dark as clouds begin to gather overhead. They are moving in a way I've never seen, like something out of a movie. They churn and boil like a living thing, and they spread much too quickly. At first we are surprised, but not scared, then lightning strikes.
With it, come the monsters.
There is a large metallic creature with fists like hammers crushing cars and streetlights on the bridge ahead of us. People all around are slowly realizing what is happening, and they turn to run away screaming. Cars screech as they swerve around one another on the icy roads. There are large creatures all around, but they don't seem to be angry, not specifically targeting anyone. I feel insignificant, almost like an ant under the shoe of a playing child.
We find a motorbike and are able to start it without a key, but as we are about to leave an asian woman runs up and says that it belongs to her. We cannot steal it knowing we are condemning her to death, so we let her take it.
We are separated.
It's strange, I don't see anything being destroyed, but suddenly, all the buildings around me are partially destroyed or crumbling. Bodies fill the streets, and I see several people collapsed on the side of the road crying. Waiting for death.
The lady with the motorbike finds me and offers a ride, and we try to escape town. We are being chased now. The creatures do terrible things to the people who they don't immediately kill. I don't know what they do exactly, but there are people around us now who are choosing to take their own lives to prevent themselves being taken. We are in an alleyway, I ask the lady on the motorbike if we should just give up and kill ourselves rather than chance the hell that is capture. She mistakes this for a threat.
She abandons me.
I see a couple huddled in the alley just feet away from me. A young man and woman. They are sobbing, the man has a knife. There are explosions all around and sounds like voices, but not from this world. The woman looks into the man's eyes, and through the tears, he whispers.
"I'm sorry"
He slides the knife in between her ribs, hoping to hit a lung or her heart and save her the torture of our living hell. I am paralyzed as I watch. There is a noise and a bright light to my left. The young man and I both look to see the source of the light. I feel a strange feeling, hope, but mixed with awe and even terror. I don't know what I saw...because at that moment
I wake up.
1.11.2008
Dreams and Nightmares Pt. 2
I am in a house. This house is not like other homes, it is more of an indoor playground. There are bright colors, there are no stairs, only ramps connecting the three floors. The overhead floors have catwalks but no floor proper. Everything but the third floor looks to be made out of large pieces of plastic with rounded edges, like a little tykes playground. The third floor is open to the outside air, covered in climbing ivy and looks to be poorly constructed out of old and rotting wood.
There is an old VW Bus on the third floor.
The house is not empty, there are kittens, and dogs wandering through the halls and up and down the ramps and over the catwalks. I reach the second floor and an older lady greets me with several photographs. One is a picture of me in the house, with two kittens (one black and one calico) and a golden retriever beside me.
I realize this is some sort of game.
A fetch quest, in which I have to find the animals in the picture and bring them to the lady on the second floor. I go back downstairs and find the dark cat, but not the others, and as I walk back up the ramp I lose my footing and fall to my death. Immediately before I die, the world goes black, and after a few seconds, I wake once more in the entryway of the house.
I've used up one life.
I climb the ramp again and talk to the lady on the second floor. This time I decide to explore the third floor. It is an aviary, that's why it is open to the outside air, so the birds can come and go as they please. There is an older man inside a makeshift shelter here. He is bald, unkempt, and vaguely threatening. He says nothing but looks at me disapprovingly. I start to leave the third floor, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
There are snakes in the aviary.
Hundreds of snakes, all around, coming out of the ivy, climbing through the roof, up through the floor. They surround me and they hiss and slither and I panic. I fall from the third floor. Once more I die and am reborn at the entrance.
I've used up a second life.
I climb the ramp once more, to the lady on the second floor. The golden retriever from the picture is here with her, I take him with me. His name if Roland. Back on the first floor I find the dark cat playing, and I bring her as well. I wonder if Roland would be able to protect me from the snakes, but I don't chance it. The calico cat is upstairs, we climb the ramp to find him. I hear the man on the third floor coming out of his shelter.
I begin to worry.
The third cat is across the room, we follow the catwalk where it clings to the wall, and we reach the third cat, I bring him as well. We go back to see the lady on the second floor, as I hear the VW Bus's engine start. I wonder how the bus got up there, and I hear the snakes start to hiss and slither. The lady on the second floor takes out an old polaroid camera, and I smile as Roland and the two cats crowd into the picture.
The camera flashes, and I am gone.
I guess I won.
There is an old VW Bus on the third floor.
The house is not empty, there are kittens, and dogs wandering through the halls and up and down the ramps and over the catwalks. I reach the second floor and an older lady greets me with several photographs. One is a picture of me in the house, with two kittens (one black and one calico) and a golden retriever beside me.
I realize this is some sort of game.
A fetch quest, in which I have to find the animals in the picture and bring them to the lady on the second floor. I go back downstairs and find the dark cat, but not the others, and as I walk back up the ramp I lose my footing and fall to my death. Immediately before I die, the world goes black, and after a few seconds, I wake once more in the entryway of the house.
I've used up one life.
I climb the ramp again and talk to the lady on the second floor. This time I decide to explore the third floor. It is an aviary, that's why it is open to the outside air, so the birds can come and go as they please. There is an older man inside a makeshift shelter here. He is bald, unkempt, and vaguely threatening. He says nothing but looks at me disapprovingly. I start to leave the third floor, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
There are snakes in the aviary.
Hundreds of snakes, all around, coming out of the ivy, climbing through the roof, up through the floor. They surround me and they hiss and slither and I panic. I fall from the third floor. Once more I die and am reborn at the entrance.
I've used up a second life.
I climb the ramp once more, to the lady on the second floor. The golden retriever from the picture is here with her, I take him with me. His name if Roland. Back on the first floor I find the dark cat playing, and I bring her as well. I wonder if Roland would be able to protect me from the snakes, but I don't chance it. The calico cat is upstairs, we climb the ramp to find him. I hear the man on the third floor coming out of his shelter.
I begin to worry.
The third cat is across the room, we follow the catwalk where it clings to the wall, and we reach the third cat, I bring him as well. We go back to see the lady on the second floor, as I hear the VW Bus's engine start. I wonder how the bus got up there, and I hear the snakes start to hiss and slither. The lady on the second floor takes out an old polaroid camera, and I smile as Roland and the two cats crowd into the picture.
The camera flashes, and I am gone.
I guess I won.
Dreams and Nightmares Pt. 1
I'm in a courtyard, there is a large modern building in front of me, concrete surrounds, making up the ground, stairs, even sculptures.
Three men approach, I don't know them, but I instinctively know their names. The first, a stooped old man in a suit, is named Jack. The second, also in a suit, is his son, Bill. The third is Bill's son, who goes by "Buster". They walk up to me and the older men take a step back, their hands folded in front of them with expectant looks on their faces. I am confused, until Buster walks up and without provocation attacks me. The reasons for his actions are unclear.
He punches me, but I catch his fist and use his momentum to not only sidestep the blow but spin him around and throw him to the ground. He is angry now, his next blow lands on my ribs, I'm dazed. I retaliate with an open handed slap that turns into a grab as I thrust his head away from me, he stumbles back. I kick him in the stomach as he reels, and another punch to his solar plexus drops him once more to the ground.
His father and grandfather look on disapprovingly. Somehow I now know that a business deal that would be to the detriment of me and mine depends on Buster defeating me in a fight. He'll try again, and again, until he succeeds, I must be watchful.
I walk inside the modern building. It's a hotel, but a lavish one. The front wall is all glass panes with pale gold colored supports bordering each pane. The panes are four feet wide and six feet tall. The lobby alone has a ceiling thirty feet high. There are marble floors and walls, with comfortable but only lightly ornamented furniture adorns the waiting area. A real wood-burning fireplace provides heat. It is winter.
I see my love walking with a man she used to know. I am angry. She sees me and bids him farewell, I ask her the meaning of her actions. She says she saw an old friend, nothing more. I ask if she slept with him and after some thought, she admits that yes, she did. I leave, angrily.
I sleep the night in my hotel room, but not before another ill-advised attack from Buster. The next morning I decide I will leave the hotel and return home. I pack my bags and go downstairs. My room is on the 7th floor. In the lobby, my party sits in the waiting area. They are eating breakfast, talking, laughing. Among them is my love. She shouts that she is sorry, but she will not rise. She is on a crowded couch against the glass wall. As I exit the automatic glass doors beneath the concrete archway outside the hotel, I see Buster and his father and grandfather approach.
I must end this.
I tell him this will be our last fight, he says nothing but throws me against the wall of the archway instead. He tries to punch me but I sidestep, and he hits the wall instead. He is hurt but not badly. He tries again to charge me, but I sidestep once more and grab him from behind. Arms around his torso, I begin so spin until his feet are lifted off the ground. When I feel I have enough momentum I throw him into the wall of the archway. He falls and hits the ground headfirst. He does not rise.
I turn to leave.
Through the still open doorway I hear my love shout once again that she is sorry and that I misunderstood her yesterday. I ignore her and continue to walk away. Still sitting on the couch, she knocks her knuckles against the glass wall of the lobby. I turn to her and she tries to speak to me but I can't hear her. I signal as much.
Suddenly I hear her voice as clearly as if she were standing next to me. I am surprised. I walk closer to the glass. I ask how I can hear her. She does not move her mouth, but I hear her words inside my head saying "Think to me." I think to her "How is this possible?" I feel silly, and I know there's no way she could hear my thoughts. She responds "I can hear you, and you can hear me. We are connected." Suddenly it seems only natural that we should be able to hear one another's thoughts. My anger is forgotten in light of this new revelation. She tells me that she did not sleep with him yesterday, she misunderstood my question. She had slept with him in the past, but I already was aware of that. I am still concerned, and hurt.
I wake up.
Three men approach, I don't know them, but I instinctively know their names. The first, a stooped old man in a suit, is named Jack. The second, also in a suit, is his son, Bill. The third is Bill's son, who goes by "Buster". They walk up to me and the older men take a step back, their hands folded in front of them with expectant looks on their faces. I am confused, until Buster walks up and without provocation attacks me. The reasons for his actions are unclear.
He punches me, but I catch his fist and use his momentum to not only sidestep the blow but spin him around and throw him to the ground. He is angry now, his next blow lands on my ribs, I'm dazed. I retaliate with an open handed slap that turns into a grab as I thrust his head away from me, he stumbles back. I kick him in the stomach as he reels, and another punch to his solar plexus drops him once more to the ground.
His father and grandfather look on disapprovingly. Somehow I now know that a business deal that would be to the detriment of me and mine depends on Buster defeating me in a fight. He'll try again, and again, until he succeeds, I must be watchful.
I walk inside the modern building. It's a hotel, but a lavish one. The front wall is all glass panes with pale gold colored supports bordering each pane. The panes are four feet wide and six feet tall. The lobby alone has a ceiling thirty feet high. There are marble floors and walls, with comfortable but only lightly ornamented furniture adorns the waiting area. A real wood-burning fireplace provides heat. It is winter.
I see my love walking with a man she used to know. I am angry. She sees me and bids him farewell, I ask her the meaning of her actions. She says she saw an old friend, nothing more. I ask if she slept with him and after some thought, she admits that yes, she did. I leave, angrily.
I sleep the night in my hotel room, but not before another ill-advised attack from Buster. The next morning I decide I will leave the hotel and return home. I pack my bags and go downstairs. My room is on the 7th floor. In the lobby, my party sits in the waiting area. They are eating breakfast, talking, laughing. Among them is my love. She shouts that she is sorry, but she will not rise. She is on a crowded couch against the glass wall. As I exit the automatic glass doors beneath the concrete archway outside the hotel, I see Buster and his father and grandfather approach.
I must end this.
I tell him this will be our last fight, he says nothing but throws me against the wall of the archway instead. He tries to punch me but I sidestep, and he hits the wall instead. He is hurt but not badly. He tries again to charge me, but I sidestep once more and grab him from behind. Arms around his torso, I begin so spin until his feet are lifted off the ground. When I feel I have enough momentum I throw him into the wall of the archway. He falls and hits the ground headfirst. He does not rise.
I turn to leave.
Through the still open doorway I hear my love shout once again that she is sorry and that I misunderstood her yesterday. I ignore her and continue to walk away. Still sitting on the couch, she knocks her knuckles against the glass wall of the lobby. I turn to her and she tries to speak to me but I can't hear her. I signal as much.
Suddenly I hear her voice as clearly as if she were standing next to me. I am surprised. I walk closer to the glass. I ask how I can hear her. She does not move her mouth, but I hear her words inside my head saying "Think to me." I think to her "How is this possible?" I feel silly, and I know there's no way she could hear my thoughts. She responds "I can hear you, and you can hear me. We are connected." Suddenly it seems only natural that we should be able to hear one another's thoughts. My anger is forgotten in light of this new revelation. She tells me that she did not sleep with him yesterday, she misunderstood my question. She had slept with him in the past, but I already was aware of that. I am still concerned, and hurt.
I wake up.
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