There was something about starting out with the actor Jason Scott Lee in Virginia, and we were supposed to meet a friend of his somewhere. I can't remember where we were or where we were going. He kept telling us about how his friend was in a wreck early this morning, and that he had died and so he wouldn't be meeting up with us as planned.
There was something about going into Super Save and looking around. I was there to buy bread. After going around the store for a bit, I found the bread. It was like it was down in front of the meat section, down one of the aisles. It seems like I was shopping with Em at that point, and she was there looking at something with me.
After we left, we were heading down Keezletown road, as if I were driving to Nick's (former step-brother) old apartment or Scott's (best friend from elementary school) old house. As we got part way down (about to where Nick used to live), it was night time, and there were a lot of flashing lights and sirens ahead from police cars and ambulances. Jason was telling us that they were there because of his friend being in the wreck. I don't know if he had said something that made me realize, or if I just knew, but somehow I knew he had caused the wreck of his friend and caused him to die, and he had done it on purpose. It seems that I may have asked him about it, but I don't remember his reply.
Monday, April 26, 2004
Saturday, April 24, 2004
French Fried Finger Ostrich Snacks
I was at Mike's (former step-father) house, only there was no roof over the house any longer. It was almost like the house was dilapidated, and the floor had worn away and was just dirt, and there were plants growing inside, and there was some trees and a wooden gangway or two around inside the walls. I was supposed to be the caretaker of the animals that lived inside the house.
In one area, about where the kitchen should be, there was a tree, and around the tree is where the ostriches would meet me. I had a small cloth bag, and that bag had french fried fingers (yes, as in people fingers) in it that I laid out for them. For some reason, all the animals in this place were supposed to eat parts of dead bodies. I don't know how I normally got the bodies, or who was deep frying the fingers, but I had them and I was the one giving them out. At the same time, I didn't think that there was anyone else there with me that was helping me out.
I remember, though, that there were two younger guys there, somewhere around my age or a little younger, and they were just wearing jeans and shoes, but no shirts. They didn't believe me that these were actually french fried fingers of people. I'm not sure what transpired from there, but I wound up killing them and feeding them to the animals as well. Somehow, because of this, I realized that they only way that no one would find out about this was if I killed off the rest of the family. I'm not 100% sure if they were supposed to be part of my family or not, but it was my family that I had to kill. I don't think, though, that this family was my mom, Eric, Matthew (brothers), or Em. It was almost like I had another family.
I left the house, and I got into my car. My car was parked by where the little maple tree used to be at the end of the house. As I got to the car (but not in it, yet), I saw something happen, a little bit like the way that the matrix changed back to the normal world at the end of Revolutions. I saw these big squares of "blue computerized turf" come down out of the sky, and as they landed on the ground, somehow I knew that they had assisted in the killing of my family. That was when I knew I had to leave.
I got into my car, and it was now night time out, and I started to drive towards 256, through the yard, through the corner of the field, and out onto our road that went by the house. As I did, I was trying to call Matthew to let him know what had happened. I got him on the phone, and as I started telling him what had happened, I got interrupted by someone else trying to call. I think it was something like the 911 service trying to contact me. Somehow I knew I had to let Matthew know first before I told them. When I got disconnected from Matthew, the car was back in the yard again where I had started out.
I started to drive off again, and I tried calling Matthew. I got disconnected again, and as I did, I wound up back in the yard again. After happening another time or two, the last time that I was driving by the end of the house and trying to leave, I turned to my right and looked at the house. I noticed a bright blue light inside that seemed to originate from the floor. As soon as I saw this, I heard a woman's blood curdling scream come from the house, and something about it scared me so badly that it woke me up.
In one area, about where the kitchen should be, there was a tree, and around the tree is where the ostriches would meet me. I had a small cloth bag, and that bag had french fried fingers (yes, as in people fingers) in it that I laid out for them. For some reason, all the animals in this place were supposed to eat parts of dead bodies. I don't know how I normally got the bodies, or who was deep frying the fingers, but I had them and I was the one giving them out. At the same time, I didn't think that there was anyone else there with me that was helping me out.
I remember, though, that there were two younger guys there, somewhere around my age or a little younger, and they were just wearing jeans and shoes, but no shirts. They didn't believe me that these were actually french fried fingers of people. I'm not sure what transpired from there, but I wound up killing them and feeding them to the animals as well. Somehow, because of this, I realized that they only way that no one would find out about this was if I killed off the rest of the family. I'm not 100% sure if they were supposed to be part of my family or not, but it was my family that I had to kill. I don't think, though, that this family was my mom, Eric, Matthew (brothers), or Em. It was almost like I had another family.
I left the house, and I got into my car. My car was parked by where the little maple tree used to be at the end of the house. As I got to the car (but not in it, yet), I saw something happen, a little bit like the way that the matrix changed back to the normal world at the end of Revolutions. I saw these big squares of "blue computerized turf" come down out of the sky, and as they landed on the ground, somehow I knew that they had assisted in the killing of my family. That was when I knew I had to leave.
I got into my car, and it was now night time out, and I started to drive towards 256, through the yard, through the corner of the field, and out onto our road that went by the house. As I did, I was trying to call Matthew to let him know what had happened. I got him on the phone, and as I started telling him what had happened, I got interrupted by someone else trying to call. I think it was something like the 911 service trying to contact me. Somehow I knew I had to let Matthew know first before I told them. When I got disconnected from Matthew, the car was back in the yard again where I had started out.
I started to drive off again, and I tried calling Matthew. I got disconnected again, and as I did, I wound up back in the yard again. After happening another time or two, the last time that I was driving by the end of the house and trying to leave, I turned to my right and looked at the house. I noticed a bright blue light inside that seemed to originate from the floor. As soon as I saw this, I heard a woman's blood curdling scream come from the house, and something about it scared me so badly that it woke me up.
Working In The Car Parts Business is Hell
Evidently Emily and I had died, and we were living in Hell. It was our first day in Hell, but it wasn't so bad. It seemed quite a bit like the real world. Many people that we met there described it as not being too bad, though I think that I somehow felt that there was a great deal of control exerted on our lives, such as when we could or couldn't do things, kind of like being at camp or something where group activities are organized, and individual time was kept a little short, but not completely eradicated. All in all, it really didn't seem too bad. Many of the people looked normal. I didn't see any demons walking around, and most of the people looked like they were dressed in just normal day to day clothing.
Then it was time for me to go to work. When I got to work, it was in this HUGE black stone building, and the front door to the place was as big as the end of our apartment building. (approx 50'x50') There was smoke and soot coming out of the top of the door, and a good deal of heat came out of there. As I got up to the door, I could see in. There was a massive stone stairway leading down, but not steeply. Down at the bottom, there was a huge pit full of lava and fire. It turns out that what most people describe as hell was actually just where you worked in hell. Evidently, this was where everyone there worked.
We were in this long line, heading down the stairs slowly. As you started going down, you got hotter and hotter, until about halfway down, you started to glow like hot metal, and your body started to inflate from the heat. By the time they got to the bottom, they looked like mini versions of Balrogs. (from Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring) But the thing was, they weren't demons. They were still people, and the whole transformation process was supposed to be purely to cause pain. At the end of it, you were on fire, your skin had separated from the underlying muscle layers, like it was filled with pure fire, and you were inflated up and looked so twisted and distorted from the pain and changes that you looked like a demon.
As it was my turn, I remember feeling the heat increase as I went down the stairs, and about halfway down, I could feel myself inflating and my skin separating. I started feeling like a big balloon. I remember thinking that I was terrified of feeling all this pain, but just as I started to feel it, somehow my mind blocked it out. Up ahead of me, I could see all these rows and rows of black and sooty racks full of... car parts. (considering I work in the car parts business in waking life, this is very amusing to me)
Being one of the new guys, they took me back to the back of the facility, where I was supposed to pick some smaller parts. Somehow as I got back there, I was no longer in "demon" form. I could still see lots of smoke and soot, and I could feel the heat, but somehow the majority of us in that group had returned to human form. We were told how to do our jobs, and we had to pick these parts out of the shelves in a very precise manner. As we picked them, we had to keep them stacked "just so", and we had to do it in a timely manner.
I remember being a little worried that I was doing okay, but for the most part, I believe I was. There were men and women there, and there were quite a few of us. Probably about 20 of us were working in an area a little bigger than the Key and Lock site. Someone there started getting nasty or rebellious or something, and they either were screwing up or not doing their job, and the supervisor had to come over and get him straightened out. I think that they had to take him off somewhere else.
I remember that somewhere around this time, I looked up past the racks we were working at (which was like the two-level area in the warehouse where we keep the instrument clusters at Mercedes. Not a lot of room to move around, but enough to work and pick the parts) and I could see huge racks and aisles, and there were a lot of flames around at different places, and I saw all these other people working in them.
I also remember seeing this demon guy with a whip flying around, keeping an eye on the place. I seem to remember that the disobedient guy had to go with him at first. These parts that we were picking and stacking and moving around were not very big. Some of them were about the size of the slimline CD cases, and others were more like the size of round coasters. (smaller, but thicker, than CDs) I believe I somehow found out that these parts that we were picking and moving around were not actually going anywhere. We were just moving them from one spot to another. They were not being shipped out to anyone. Soon after I found this out and picking more parts, the dream ended.
Then it was time for me to go to work. When I got to work, it was in this HUGE black stone building, and the front door to the place was as big as the end of our apartment building. (approx 50'x50') There was smoke and soot coming out of the top of the door, and a good deal of heat came out of there. As I got up to the door, I could see in. There was a massive stone stairway leading down, but not steeply. Down at the bottom, there was a huge pit full of lava and fire. It turns out that what most people describe as hell was actually just where you worked in hell. Evidently, this was where everyone there worked.
We were in this long line, heading down the stairs slowly. As you started going down, you got hotter and hotter, until about halfway down, you started to glow like hot metal, and your body started to inflate from the heat. By the time they got to the bottom, they looked like mini versions of Balrogs. (from Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring) But the thing was, they weren't demons. They were still people, and the whole transformation process was supposed to be purely to cause pain. At the end of it, you were on fire, your skin had separated from the underlying muscle layers, like it was filled with pure fire, and you were inflated up and looked so twisted and distorted from the pain and changes that you looked like a demon.
As it was my turn, I remember feeling the heat increase as I went down the stairs, and about halfway down, I could feel myself inflating and my skin separating. I started feeling like a big balloon. I remember thinking that I was terrified of feeling all this pain, but just as I started to feel it, somehow my mind blocked it out. Up ahead of me, I could see all these rows and rows of black and sooty racks full of... car parts. (considering I work in the car parts business in waking life, this is very amusing to me)
Being one of the new guys, they took me back to the back of the facility, where I was supposed to pick some smaller parts. Somehow as I got back there, I was no longer in "demon" form. I could still see lots of smoke and soot, and I could feel the heat, but somehow the majority of us in that group had returned to human form. We were told how to do our jobs, and we had to pick these parts out of the shelves in a very precise manner. As we picked them, we had to keep them stacked "just so", and we had to do it in a timely manner.
I remember being a little worried that I was doing okay, but for the most part, I believe I was. There were men and women there, and there were quite a few of us. Probably about 20 of us were working in an area a little bigger than the Key and Lock site. Someone there started getting nasty or rebellious or something, and they either were screwing up or not doing their job, and the supervisor had to come over and get him straightened out. I think that they had to take him off somewhere else.
I remember that somewhere around this time, I looked up past the racks we were working at (which was like the two-level area in the warehouse where we keep the instrument clusters at Mercedes. Not a lot of room to move around, but enough to work and pick the parts) and I could see huge racks and aisles, and there were a lot of flames around at different places, and I saw all these other people working in them.
I also remember seeing this demon guy with a whip flying around, keeping an eye on the place. I seem to remember that the disobedient guy had to go with him at first. These parts that we were picking and stacking and moving around were not very big. Some of them were about the size of the slimline CD cases, and others were more like the size of round coasters. (smaller, but thicker, than CDs) I believe I somehow found out that these parts that we were picking and moving around were not actually going anywhere. We were just moving them from one spot to another. They were not being shipped out to anyone. Soon after I found this out and picking more parts, the dream ended.
I'm Sorry, We're All Out Of Pancakes
I started out going around an apartment complex with someone, who I believe was male, but I don't know who it was. The apartment complex was supposed to be my current one (Villas at Beaver Creek), but it didn't look anything like our apartment now. One thing that I do remember was that it was very sunny out, the sky was VERY blue, the grass was VERY green, and the buildings were VERY white and clean. There was a lot of clear and bright color, but it seems that it was very featureless, almost like the world ended just past the apartment complex grounds. Something about that apartment complex felt very warm and comforting, despite the seeming pristine-ness of it all.
I remember walking around the back of one building, turning right, and being between two buildings. Even thought these were two separate buildings, I believe that they were connected by a roof covering the area between them. This kept the sun out and kept it cool there.
As I walked down between the building along the sidewalks, I remember looking back at where I had just come from. When I turned back around, the buildings ended, and there was an open area where the office building sat right in the middle of everything. There were other apartment buildings all around, and they were all connected by this same roof that connected the buildings that I had just come from between.
I went into the office, and I saw that they had all these plates of pancakes around, with lots of syrup already on them. These pancakes were huge, like the size of a medium pizza (about 12" across) I think I was there to talk to someone or pay the rent, but I was having trouble getting someone there that I could talk to, even though there was a lady there behind the desk who was busy getting the pancakes together and serving them up. She was dressed in a tan business suit with a skirt. She reminded me a little bit of Kathryn, who is the manager at the Villas. She was very distracted, and almost seemed upset about having to work with getting these pancakes together.
I saw other people come in, one at a time, and each one got a plate of pancakes and started eating them. Some of them took the pancakes out the door with them, others stood around and ate them there, at least for a bit, before leaving. I either gave up on finding someone else there to talk to or pay the rent to, or I did find someone and just don't remember it, but either way, I remember no longer being worried about getting it done, whatever it was, and I was ready for some pancakes myself. The only problem was that by the time I got there, another lady had picked up the last plate of good looking pancakes. The lady behind the desk told me that she was sorry, but they were all out of pancakes. I saw one plate of pancakes left, but they looked all torn up and old. I think I actually wound up deciding to eat that plate of pancakes even though they were a bit roughed up.
I remember walking around the back of one building, turning right, and being between two buildings. Even thought these were two separate buildings, I believe that they were connected by a roof covering the area between them. This kept the sun out and kept it cool there.
As I walked down between the building along the sidewalks, I remember looking back at where I had just come from. When I turned back around, the buildings ended, and there was an open area where the office building sat right in the middle of everything. There were other apartment buildings all around, and they were all connected by this same roof that connected the buildings that I had just come from between.
I went into the office, and I saw that they had all these plates of pancakes around, with lots of syrup already on them. These pancakes were huge, like the size of a medium pizza (about 12" across) I think I was there to talk to someone or pay the rent, but I was having trouble getting someone there that I could talk to, even though there was a lady there behind the desk who was busy getting the pancakes together and serving them up. She was dressed in a tan business suit with a skirt. She reminded me a little bit of Kathryn, who is the manager at the Villas. She was very distracted, and almost seemed upset about having to work with getting these pancakes together.
I saw other people come in, one at a time, and each one got a plate of pancakes and started eating them. Some of them took the pancakes out the door with them, others stood around and ate them there, at least for a bit, before leaving. I either gave up on finding someone else there to talk to or pay the rent to, or I did find someone and just don't remember it, but either way, I remember no longer being worried about getting it done, whatever it was, and I was ready for some pancakes myself. The only problem was that by the time I got there, another lady had picked up the last plate of good looking pancakes. The lady behind the desk told me that she was sorry, but they were all out of pancakes. I saw one plate of pancakes left, but they looked all torn up and old. I think I actually wound up deciding to eat that plate of pancakes even though they were a bit roughed up.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Michael The Lock Setter
Michael, a guy that I went to school with who was friends with Nick (former step-brother) came to Mercedes to work in the key and lock site. For some reason, he was determined to start out lock setting without any sort of training. He was working on a 2-track ignition tumbler (a 116 462 00 79), and after he had gotten the plates in, he came and searched me out to find out why they weren't sitting flat. When he found me, I was out in the warehouse, but the warehouse looked more like a cross between Coors and Mercedes in Baltimore than it did the Mercedes warehouse in Fort Worth. I took the lock and looked at it, and a number of the plates were sticking up. I told him to come with me, and I was going to show him how to set the lock.
We got back to the desk he was working at next to the old style room in the Key and Lock Site, but it was turned around and up against the wall, facing the key cutting room. I was trying to describe how to figure out what is the top and bottom of the lock, the sequence, and all. While I was sitting in his chair, he was in another behind me. He rolled back a little farther, pulled open some desk drawer (not to a lock station, but there was another desk there, like one of the office desks) and pulled out and handed me the sheet that I had made describing the 4-track locks.
At first I thought this would be okay, but it dawned on me that he would get confused, so I really wanted to show him the 2-track version since it's a bit different. I think that he may have even gone by the 4-track sheet to begin with, and that was why his current lock was messed up.
Somehow I kept getting distracted from even being able to start describing to him how to set this lock. Either he kept wandering off or not paying attention, or someone else kept coming and asking me other questions or having me to go help somewhere else. It just seemed that no matter how much I tried to sit down and explain it to him, I never got the chance. The dream ended before I was able to really show him what to do.
We got back to the desk he was working at next to the old style room in the Key and Lock Site, but it was turned around and up against the wall, facing the key cutting room. I was trying to describe how to figure out what is the top and bottom of the lock, the sequence, and all. While I was sitting in his chair, he was in another behind me. He rolled back a little farther, pulled open some desk drawer (not to a lock station, but there was another desk there, like one of the office desks) and pulled out and handed me the sheet that I had made describing the 4-track locks.
At first I thought this would be okay, but it dawned on me that he would get confused, so I really wanted to show him the 2-track version since it's a bit different. I think that he may have even gone by the 4-track sheet to begin with, and that was why his current lock was messed up.
Somehow I kept getting distracted from even being able to start describing to him how to set this lock. Either he kept wandering off or not paying attention, or someone else kept coming and asking me other questions or having me to go help somewhere else. It just seemed that no matter how much I tried to sit down and explain it to him, I never got the chance. The dream ended before I was able to really show him what to do.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Cobbie and Em Smith: Agents of the Matrix
I started out at a department store like JCPenny, and I was doing some clothes shopping. Shortly after I arrived near the counter and had some short chit-chat with some of the other 10 or so guys around, I found out that someone's car had been stolen, and that we were all being held as suspects. We were not allowed to leave the store until we had each been interviewed to make sure that we had not taken the car. (Which is kind of preposterous, considering that we were all still inside the store, and not out with the car in question)
As it turned out, our interviewer/interrogator was Arthur Fonzerelli, aka, Fonzie from Happy Days. So one by one, they took us out into the parking lot, and we sat IN THE STOLEN CAR with the store employee (who sat in the driver seat, I sat in the passenger seat) and Fonzie interviewed us from outside the passenger side window. After deciding that I had not taken the car, they let me go.
I walked away, and wound up walking out of Mike's (former step-father) driveway. As I got down to the end of the driveway, I looked down to the left, and I saw Cobbie (from Mercedes) riding a small bike, like a children's bike, down the road in my direction. He was moving slowly and weaving a bit from side to side all across the road. It was like he was just taking his time and enjoying the ride. As he got closer to me, he stopped, and we talked for a short bit.
Somehow I wound up realizing that this was not Cobbie at all, but it was an agent from the Matrix. Even though he didn't act threatening towards me at all, he was kind of taunting me saying stuff like, "No one will believe you. You can't prove to anybody who I really am." I knew this to be true, and it made me furious that this agent was impersonating Cobbie. I wound up picking up some walnut sized stones as he started riding away back in the direction he came from, and I threw them at him. I hit him with most of them, but they mostly just bounced off his back and didn't harm him at all. He didn't seem affected by the stones at all, but I was so angry that it wasn't really Cobbie, and I was also a little fearful that my throwing stones at him was going to make him come back and kick my butt.
At that point I left and walked down to Grandmama's house. When I first walked in the front door, I went to the left into the living room, and a blond German woman was there. She was supposed to be some sort of leader of some militant group, but she wasn't dressed the part at all. She was actually dressed fairly elegantly, in some sort of evening gown or something. I found out, at that point, it was her job to "present" Emily to me. Em then walked into the room from the dining room. Again, because of this other woman introducing her, I knew that it wasn't actually her, and like Cobbie, she was an agent of the matrix.
Again, I was furious, and I started beating her (the Em look-alike), but like Cobbie, this didn't phase her at all. Of course her head moved when I hit her in the face and such, but nothing really happened to her. She didn't get hurt at all. Thinking about it later, the thing that really struck me about this was that neither her or Cobbie were being physically threatening to me. It bothers me a bit that for both of them, as soon as I found out, my first reaction was to try to beat the crap out of them.
As it turned out, our interviewer/interrogator was Arthur Fonzerelli, aka, Fonzie from Happy Days. So one by one, they took us out into the parking lot, and we sat IN THE STOLEN CAR with the store employee (who sat in the driver seat, I sat in the passenger seat) and Fonzie interviewed us from outside the passenger side window. After deciding that I had not taken the car, they let me go.
I walked away, and wound up walking out of Mike's (former step-father) driveway. As I got down to the end of the driveway, I looked down to the left, and I saw Cobbie (from Mercedes) riding a small bike, like a children's bike, down the road in my direction. He was moving slowly and weaving a bit from side to side all across the road. It was like he was just taking his time and enjoying the ride. As he got closer to me, he stopped, and we talked for a short bit.
Somehow I wound up realizing that this was not Cobbie at all, but it was an agent from the Matrix. Even though he didn't act threatening towards me at all, he was kind of taunting me saying stuff like, "No one will believe you. You can't prove to anybody who I really am." I knew this to be true, and it made me furious that this agent was impersonating Cobbie. I wound up picking up some walnut sized stones as he started riding away back in the direction he came from, and I threw them at him. I hit him with most of them, but they mostly just bounced off his back and didn't harm him at all. He didn't seem affected by the stones at all, but I was so angry that it wasn't really Cobbie, and I was also a little fearful that my throwing stones at him was going to make him come back and kick my butt.
At that point I left and walked down to Grandmama's house. When I first walked in the front door, I went to the left into the living room, and a blond German woman was there. She was supposed to be some sort of leader of some militant group, but she wasn't dressed the part at all. She was actually dressed fairly elegantly, in some sort of evening gown or something. I found out, at that point, it was her job to "present" Emily to me. Em then walked into the room from the dining room. Again, because of this other woman introducing her, I knew that it wasn't actually her, and like Cobbie, she was an agent of the matrix.
Again, I was furious, and I started beating her (the Em look-alike), but like Cobbie, this didn't phase her at all. Of course her head moved when I hit her in the face and such, but nothing really happened to her. She didn't get hurt at all. Thinking about it later, the thing that really struck me about this was that neither her or Cobbie were being physically threatening to me. It bothers me a bit that for both of them, as soon as I found out, my first reaction was to try to beat the crap out of them.
Suicide Pill
There were a number of things going on before this, but I don't remember where it was taking place or anything, but I know that I wound up taking a pill that killed me. I believe that I went through the same "rushing" sensation that I had in the dream about Mrs. Yager releasing me from her organization. The odd thing is that I remember dying, but still being "around" for quite some time after. (Normally when I have death dreams, I either die for a very short amount of time and then live again, or I die, and very shortly after the death, I wake up. In this one, after I died, a significant amount of the dream progressed, and I didn't wake up upon exiting the dream) Unfortunately I don't remember any of the circumstances about any of this stuff, such as why I took the pill in the first place, or what I did after I died.
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