I was away from home, in some sort of downtown or mall setting, and I guess I was doing some shopping kind of late at night. On the pavement/floor in front of me at one point, I noticed a little round red reflector on the floor before I could avoid stepping on it. When I stepped on it, I was sucked out of existence as I knew it, and I was speeding through space. The stars were swirling around me like I was in the middle of a giant vortex.
When I came out on the other end after several minutes, I was in a place that was a lot like a train station. There were things that looked like mag-lev tracks that went in and out of these huge pure white spheres. The spheres were buildings, and they were supported on 4 sides by large pole like structures that stuck out of the spheres and into the ground. It had the look and feel of being just south of Weyers Cave along interstate 81.
Somehow, either by seeing all of this or by talking with someone, or hearing a voice describe it in my head how this station works. It's a Hyperspace Transport Station, and it works by a person stepping onto a trigger (the red reflector) and sending a passenger through hyperspace in order to travel. In this way, I'm told, it takes the straight path between two points, and allows the traveler to always use that straight path, no matter what might be in the way. The travel also happens very quickly, so what might be a 20 hour flight from the US to eastern Europe now happens in the matter of 20 or 30 minutes.
It strikes me that I'm a bit surprised that hyperspace travel isn't faster. I would have thought it would have allowed for nearly instantaneous travel, but it didn't. I got the impression that not everyone gets to stop and see the actual station. Now that this was explained to me, I was continued onto my journey.
I wound up in a mall in England after several minutes. I started looking around at a small souvenir or toy shop on the corner of one of the hallways, and everyone around me was speaking with a British accent. Some one asked me a question about a toy or something close by, and I felt a little hesitant to respond because I would stick out in the crowd as someone who wasn't local because of my American accent. I did finally answer, and everyone looked up in surprise and started commenting about, "hey, an American!" and they all seemed genuinely excited. I was relieved that they felt that way instead of hostile, as would have been closer to my real expectation.
I found out that the store, and the mall in general, were going to be closing soon, so I left and started looking for a way out of the mall. As I walked around, I found several areas that were occupied by large groups of people. Most of them were young girls and boys with their parents doing various activities. One large group of girls was doing some sort of dance practice. Another group was doing cheer leading practice. Some boys were practicing sports. It was like a whole after school sports thing, only it was getting to be pretty late at night, after 9:00pm or so. All these areas that they were doing their practicing in were kind of like the media room at Stewart Middle School where we used to have some big meetings and such for school.
I finally found my way out and got out to the street. After having done so, I noticed a group of people standing around and talking fairly animatedly. I found out that they were travelers like me, only they didn't have any clue as to what happened. I realized I could help them to get back home, so I led them about for a while until we found a bunch of those red reflectors on the ground out in the middle of a dark and rainy alley way. I told them to each go by one and then we'd all step on them at once.
We did so, and as we started to get whisked off into the purple space marked with bright white stars, I could feel a couple of them holding on to me. I knew that they didn't need to, but I didn't feel that I needed to tell them not to. It would only cause them to worry more if I did.
As we were traveling this time, I got to really pay attention to the mode of travel. I felt like I was standing, and there was a light breeze blowing around me as if I were moving through air instead of space. I noticed that the view of space around me was actually quite well lit, looking like a medium periwinkle sort of color. I felt like I was standing on something solid (probably one of those mag-lev looking tracks) and the stars were spinning around us as if they were forming a tunnel and the tunnel was spinning around us as we moved. I didn't get the sense of loss of balance that I would have in real life, like at the exhibit at Ripley's museum. We all arrived safe and sound back in our home area. I guess we were all from the same area.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
The Son Of A Bitch Is In Here
I was driving or walking from grandmamma's house along 256 to Weyers Cave. I saw Tara (a girl that is the same age as my brother Eric that mom used to babysit) pushing her broken down car up the hill in the opposite direction
When I got to the place where the road to the church meets 256, I turned around at the bottom of the hill to help her out, but it turned out that two old hillbillies already helping her out. I decided to try to help anyway even though I felt uncomfortable, and I wound up helping move something from the back of their truck to her car. The younger of the two hillbillies commented about all the fleas that he was infested with. I realized that the thing I was helping to move was full of fleas and I got pissed at him because fleas like me so much and I get bitten up so easily.
I started walking or running up the hill on the church road to go home, and I could see across the field and through peoples' yards that they were following me by walking or running at the same pace along 256 to try to cut me off.
I got to mom's or grandmamma's apartment (which was strange because it should have been a house) first, and there were lots of friends and family there. I recognized a lot of people from the key room at work. I went to the back of the apartment, and heard them coming and beating on the door. I went back up front to tell people not to let them in, but they were already in and people were asking them what's going on. I noticed that they had gotten a lot younger and were running around and pushing people out of their way looking for me.
I ran back into the bathroom and closed the door to hide. Unfortunately there was a big pane of glass in the upper half of the door. I laid along side the wall by the tub and toilet, but my feet were sticking out and when the guy looked in the glass, he saw them before I could pull my feet up and back and hide them better. He broke through the door and yelled "The son of a bitch is in here!" while he glared at me, and I woke up.
When I got to the place where the road to the church meets 256, I turned around at the bottom of the hill to help her out, but it turned out that two old hillbillies already helping her out. I decided to try to help anyway even though I felt uncomfortable, and I wound up helping move something from the back of their truck to her car. The younger of the two hillbillies commented about all the fleas that he was infested with. I realized that the thing I was helping to move was full of fleas and I got pissed at him because fleas like me so much and I get bitten up so easily.
I started walking or running up the hill on the church road to go home, and I could see across the field and through peoples' yards that they were following me by walking or running at the same pace along 256 to try to cut me off.
I got to mom's or grandmamma's apartment (which was strange because it should have been a house) first, and there were lots of friends and family there. I recognized a lot of people from the key room at work. I went to the back of the apartment, and heard them coming and beating on the door. I went back up front to tell people not to let them in, but they were already in and people were asking them what's going on. I noticed that they had gotten a lot younger and were running around and pushing people out of their way looking for me.
I ran back into the bathroom and closed the door to hide. Unfortunately there was a big pane of glass in the upper half of the door. I laid along side the wall by the tub and toilet, but my feet were sticking out and when the guy looked in the glass, he saw them before I could pull my feet up and back and hide them better. He broke through the door and yelled "The son of a bitch is in here!" while he glared at me, and I woke up.
9-11 All Over Again
I was out in this area of woods and fields and hills, walking around with someone who was a cross between Em and mom. I think it started out as Em but switched to mom periodically or something. The area I was in was kind of in the vicinity of the hills up behind Mount Sidney, along the road that goes up past the Spiff Inn and to Janet and Steve's (parents of kids my mom used to babysit) house.
I've been in this area many times in my dreams, and it varies each time how it appears to be. At one point we had walked to a particularly clear area on the top of a hill and we were just looking around at all the scenery. Suddenly I heard a military jet zoom overhead, and I looked up and around to catch a glimpse of it as it passed by. Instead, when I looked up, I saw a passenger jet plane, like a 747 or something, that had exploded in mid air and was passing over us left to right. It wasn't as high up as most of those types of planes fly. Instead it was a bit closer, so that it looked to be about the size of a hot dog in the sky.
The section between the wings and the tail had exploded and cut the plane into two pieces. It was still going through the sky pretty quickly, but you could tell that it was also dropping quickly. It was odd in that the tail was spinning around in all sorts of directions, yet it was keeping pace and a close distance to the plane. There was lots of smoke flowing out of the front part of the plane. As I was watching that in horror, I heard a second boom, which this time sounded more like a traditional sort of explosion instead of a jet zooming overhead at great speeds, and I looked over to the left of the first plane. A second plane had just exploded in the same manner, and I realized that this was turning into 9-11 all over again. I knew that it had to be terrorists that were doing this.
After I saw this happen, I realized that I was now standing on top of a large skyscraper in a big city and watching this unfold. I almost vaguely feel that I remember the skyscraper popping up and the environment changing around me. Anyway, Em and I quickly ran back to mom's house to take cover and find out what was going on.
Shortly after we get there, I realized that there were a lot of people in the house. I think I realized that President Bush was in the house, and he was supposed to be giving some sort of press conference about the terrorist attacks. The house had kind of the feel of Mike's (former step-father) house, but the layout was different. The layout was like Scott's (best friend from elementary school) house. You walk into the living room, there are windows facing out the front to your right, and there's two entrances to the kitchen. One right in front of you as you walk in, and the other off to the right at the end of the living room. There was a hallway to the left that led to the bedrooms. The feel was a lot of VERY dark wood, but not rich in color, kind of like dark cheap wood paneling from the late 70s or early 80s. Bush was in the living room with his secret service men, the media people, and whatnot, and I wasn't allowed to see him. I had to be pushed back into the dining room and kitchen area while he gave his press conference.
I've been in this area many times in my dreams, and it varies each time how it appears to be. At one point we had walked to a particularly clear area on the top of a hill and we were just looking around at all the scenery. Suddenly I heard a military jet zoom overhead, and I looked up and around to catch a glimpse of it as it passed by. Instead, when I looked up, I saw a passenger jet plane, like a 747 or something, that had exploded in mid air and was passing over us left to right. It wasn't as high up as most of those types of planes fly. Instead it was a bit closer, so that it looked to be about the size of a hot dog in the sky.
The section between the wings and the tail had exploded and cut the plane into two pieces. It was still going through the sky pretty quickly, but you could tell that it was also dropping quickly. It was odd in that the tail was spinning around in all sorts of directions, yet it was keeping pace and a close distance to the plane. There was lots of smoke flowing out of the front part of the plane. As I was watching that in horror, I heard a second boom, which this time sounded more like a traditional sort of explosion instead of a jet zooming overhead at great speeds, and I looked over to the left of the first plane. A second plane had just exploded in the same manner, and I realized that this was turning into 9-11 all over again. I knew that it had to be terrorists that were doing this.
After I saw this happen, I realized that I was now standing on top of a large skyscraper in a big city and watching this unfold. I almost vaguely feel that I remember the skyscraper popping up and the environment changing around me. Anyway, Em and I quickly ran back to mom's house to take cover and find out what was going on.
Shortly after we get there, I realized that there were a lot of people in the house. I think I realized that President Bush was in the house, and he was supposed to be giving some sort of press conference about the terrorist attacks. The house had kind of the feel of Mike's (former step-father) house, but the layout was different. The layout was like Scott's (best friend from elementary school) house. You walk into the living room, there are windows facing out the front to your right, and there's two entrances to the kitchen. One right in front of you as you walk in, and the other off to the right at the end of the living room. There was a hallway to the left that led to the bedrooms. The feel was a lot of VERY dark wood, but not rich in color, kind of like dark cheap wood paneling from the late 70s or early 80s. Bush was in the living room with his secret service men, the media people, and whatnot, and I wasn't allowed to see him. I had to be pushed back into the dining room and kitchen area while he gave his press conference.
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