I was in a city, possibly Harrisonburg, and John (PDC manager for Mercedes in Texas) was with me. He was showing a black Maybach to a potential customer. He opened the back door on the driver's s side, and I wound up getting into the back. I was thinking about how much room there should be in the back seat because of the stuff I've see in real life about the reclining seats in the back. He closed the door on me, got into the driver's seat, waited for the customer to get into the passenger front seat, and then we left and went to head towards Mike's (former step-father) house.
On our way to Mike's house, we passed by Lower Manhattan. It was the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks, and they were supposed to be dedicating a new building that was going to stand in place of the original twin towers. I'm not sure if I thought it, or if someone around me said it, but I realized that this was going to be an opportunity for a new group of attackers to try the whole thing over again to take out the new building.
As we passed by Lower Manhattan, I saw that the top floor of the building was indeed on fire, and thick black smoke was billowing everywhere. We assumed that there had been another attack, and we left the area quickly and arrived at Mike's house.
After arriving there, I got out of the car, and I was in the front yard area just out from the end of the house. There were some other people there, but I'm not sure who they were. There were a number of them outside and watching the smoke and fire live over in the direction of the Blue Ridge Mountains, as if Lower Manhattan was no farther than a couple of miles from central Virginia where we were standing.
I went inside, and there were even more people there watching the whole event on TV. Mom was there, as was Eric and Matthew (brothers), Mike, Carol (his wife) and a couple of other adults that I didn't really recognize. I watched the TV for a little while with them, and people kept running around trying to figure out what to do, as if they could do anything to stop what was going on or protect themselves because they thought they were going to be the next target. As I was watching the TV, it was less like watching it on a screen, and more like being in a helicopter and flying around the top of the whole scene and seeing it first hand. I could see that the fire had spread to the top floors of a lot of other buildings in the surrounding area. It was a very odd scene because the main building was taller than the other buildings, but all the other buildings, while shorter, were exactly the same. They all looked like 15 story versions of the WTC buildings. They were all rectangular, flat on top, spaced evenly, and just generally nondescript.
While looking at these fires, someone was there next to me, and they were giving me a report of what I was seeing. They were telling me that the fire was spreading around all the top floors, but that was okay because the fires would be put out soon and there would be no serious damage. To me, though, the scene looked horrible. I couldn't see how these buildings were going to survive. It looked like nothing but fire and smoke everywhere with nothing but little glimpses the buildings in between and the new building standing there taller than the others, all on fire.
I then left the house again and went outside into back eastern corner of the yard. It was from there, on the opposite side of the yard from where everyone else had been standing outside, that I could see things the best. As I got over into the area, Madonna showed up. She kind of walked in front of me in a stooped down manner, and I noticed that her butt crack was sticking up over the top of her brown jeans.
The next part is pretty fuzzy, but I think what happened was that she turned around and faced me after a moment, and she had a wooden stand or case or something that held katana swords, and she was offering for me to take my pick of one to use. She looked more like an older Asian woman with a scarf or something tied around the top of her head holding back her long hair. I took one, I think, and we may have dueled or something. I think that afterwards I went back over to the front of the yard and was slashing at the ground just to see it open up in huge slices. I think I may have also talked with someone briefly while slashing, and then I think I went inside to my room, which was there at the same end of the house I had just been outside of.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Pact Of The Assassins and Afton Mountain
I was part of a group of assassins, and there was something about either we were all enemies already, or we were pitted against one another by some higher person or group. There were a couple of men and a couple of women there, about five or six total. The whole thing had the feel of the part in "Kill Bill" where the assassins are at the church killing Beatrix's soon-to-be family. The fights also had that feel of style to them, and the attitudes were pretty cool and collected, yet cruel and vengeful.
I don't remember most of what happened, but I know at first we were sneaking around the inside of a big house and fighting against one another with swords and various projectile weapons like darts or knives. A couple of the other assassins got killed off pretty quickly, and pretty soon I think it was down to me, one guy, and two women. One of the women was dark haired, and maybe even asian, and the other was blond. I don't really what the guy looked like. I do know that the dark haired woman especially had it out for me.
Towards the end it seemed like maybe we were in a school rather than a house, and off of the side of one of the main rooms we had been fighting in there was a big bathroom that looked like a large public bathroom. I think it was supposed to be a men's bathroom, and that's why I was surprised when the women showed up in there looking for me while I was in one of the stalls. There was a brief fight that ensued, and then we stopped for a bit.
I believe that I had done something to kill or seriously hurt the blond woman, and it was at this point that we all really realized that out of all of us, only one was going to survive this. We made a pact to figure out how to get out of the house together without being detected by the person or group that had put us there in the first place, and once we were out, we'd go our seperate ways, never looking for one another again.
The dark haired woman was pretty beaten up. She had lots of cuts on her face and seemed pretty bruised up, and her clothes were torn and dirty. I think all of us were pretty much the same way. She decided to go and clean up in the bathroom before we tried to leave. The other guy and I were supposed to watch the door and make sure that no one came in to attack us.
While she was cleaning up, one or more of us had a sudden distrust of all the others that we were going to really try to see this through in a civil manner, and I think there was a brief drawing of swords again before we agreed to put them away, finish cleaning up, and get going.
Soon after we wound up leaving together, and we drove through Weyers Cave. I think that somewhere at the beginning of the dream we had been to the gas station that was at the end of 256 on the other side of Rt. 11, and we had planted bombs or missiles, or we had left something next to the pumps at the back corner of the parking lot with an intent to hide it and then the winner was going to pick it up later.
We were in an older Jeep Cherokee, and the guy was driving pretty fast through the parking lot. He just wanted to get whatever it was and get out of there. We drove around, and the guy from the gas station came out and was yelling at us and shaking his fists for leaving something there earlier and driving so fast now.
As we went around the right side of the parking lot, past the pumps in the front, we turned left and headed towards the back and headed straight for the pump in the back corner where we'd left whatever it was. It wasn't there, and so we did a sharp left again and came flying up the side of the building, looping around and going over to the far side of the building again past the first pumps. There were two cars parked there getting gas, and the guy said that we had put it there instead of by the back one, but because there were people there now, we had to abandon it because we couldn't get it while people were around.
We left and dropped off the guy pretty quickly down at the end of a dirt road that ran out from 256 heading north, just before the broken down gas station/resturant that's been there for years. Then the woman was driving, and we took interstate 64 up into the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Then the interstate took a sharp turn to the left and it was no longer an interstate, but just a 2 lane blacktop that wound around the top of Afton Mountain. Up on the peak was a building of very modern looking architecture. It was a lot of glass and steel, and it was shaped strangely, pointed in places on top and fairly round. I had been here before in another dream, but I was on the other side of it. Since I recognized it, she dropped me off there, and I took NellyBelle (my cat) and went up and to the other side where the main door was and went inside.
I went in the front doors and down some steps. I realized that the building on the outside was basically just a marker to show where this place was, but most of it was tunnels that were buried underground.
I was in a wide hallway that kept going slightly down and straight off into the distance It felt like a school or museum or something. The walls were a cream color, as was the floor. The lighting was all hidden so that it was all done somewhat in an ambient manner.
I only went about 30 feet or so and there was a hallway that came off to the right, going at a sharp angle back, so there was an information office there in the corner on the opposite side, and it had a window that faced out into the hallway to help the new people coming in. Kind of like this:
I saw a sign at the corner that pointed up the hallway, and it said something about following it way to the end and it had something to do with Buddhism. This sounded interesting, to I turned right and started following it. I knew somehow in the back of my mind that the tunnel/hallway eventually turned left and then left again and headed back in the direction of the main hallway, but bypassed it by going under it or something.
I passed several doorways and windows facing out into the hallway, and came to a set of heavy wooden double doors. I knew that there was an art studio behind this, and so I opened the door and went in.
It was off hours, and there was a tall old guy in there with white hair that was cleaning the room. He was moving about getting the trash, and when I came in still holding my cat, he looked a little disgruntled and left through the door I had just come in.
There were large tables all over, and each one had a drying clay sculpture on it that was left from the previous class. They were mostly sculptures of people or animals, and I knew that they were on display for the tourists, such as myself. On my left there was another set of doors, and that was where the hallway I had just been in looped around like I knew it did. On the right, up in the far front corner of the room on the right wall was another door, and that went out into a dark hallway, at the end of which I knew was an auditorium.
I started over toward the far door when it opened, and in came a really tall and thin guy with dark short hair and a shorter girl with curly blond hair. I knew them from school, but I don't remember who it was. (maybe the tall guy I had chemsitry class with my junior year?) I was happy to see them and I reached out my hand to shake his. He looked at me like I was really strange, but he had a smile on his face the whole time, trying to be nice. He finally shook my hand and basically said, "See you around!" and left quickly through the doors that I had used to come into this room.
Then I turned around and went towards those doors, too. Then I decided to head off to the right (since I was now facing the opposite direction) and head through the doors that continued the hallway I had been in before this art room. As I did, I passed through a small bathroom first and then I went into the hallway on the other side. I went about 10 feet and realized that this opened up into a library.
There was another disgruntled looking old man (a different one) sitting behind the counter to my left and his partner over on the other side of the counter area that they were enclosed in. He took one look at me carrying the cat, and though he didn't say anything, I knew he really didn't want me in there. So I turned around and left again.
I went back into the art studio, turned right, and went back out the original doors that I came in through. When I did, it was no longer the hallway I had come in through, but it opened into another section of the library. It was here that I noticed how tall and huge this library actually was. The counter that the old man's partner was at was on my right, and there were the usual rows of shelves of books that stretche off in hundreds of feet in every direction.
I headed towards the far side of the library down a wide aisle way, and I eventually came to a cross-aisle. On the other side of this was the wall and glass doors that led outside. In the right hand corner was a multiple story glass office.
Ron (the Key Room supervisor at Mercedes) was coming from the left and heading towards the office. He was frustrated because Bill (the receiving supervisor) wasn't there like he was supposed to be, and now he had to use his own password and username to log into the computer and get things started for the day. He already had a lot to do, and this was just adding to it.
He sat behind the mahogony desk and logged into the computer to get the tickets rolling for the day. He said something about how much time this takes up for him to watch after, and I said that I would do it if my username and password were allowed the access. He said that it wasn't, and I mentioned to him that maybe I could use his to do it since he had given me his password once before. He didn't say much of anything, but got up and walked out of the office again back into the direction of his own in the key room, and the dream ended there.
I don't remember most of what happened, but I know at first we were sneaking around the inside of a big house and fighting against one another with swords and various projectile weapons like darts or knives. A couple of the other assassins got killed off pretty quickly, and pretty soon I think it was down to me, one guy, and two women. One of the women was dark haired, and maybe even asian, and the other was blond. I don't really what the guy looked like. I do know that the dark haired woman especially had it out for me.
Towards the end it seemed like maybe we were in a school rather than a house, and off of the side of one of the main rooms we had been fighting in there was a big bathroom that looked like a large public bathroom. I think it was supposed to be a men's bathroom, and that's why I was surprised when the women showed up in there looking for me while I was in one of the stalls. There was a brief fight that ensued, and then we stopped for a bit.
I believe that I had done something to kill or seriously hurt the blond woman, and it was at this point that we all really realized that out of all of us, only one was going to survive this. We made a pact to figure out how to get out of the house together without being detected by the person or group that had put us there in the first place, and once we were out, we'd go our seperate ways, never looking for one another again.
The dark haired woman was pretty beaten up. She had lots of cuts on her face and seemed pretty bruised up, and her clothes were torn and dirty. I think all of us were pretty much the same way. She decided to go and clean up in the bathroom before we tried to leave. The other guy and I were supposed to watch the door and make sure that no one came in to attack us.
While she was cleaning up, one or more of us had a sudden distrust of all the others that we were going to really try to see this through in a civil manner, and I think there was a brief drawing of swords again before we agreed to put them away, finish cleaning up, and get going.
Soon after we wound up leaving together, and we drove through Weyers Cave. I think that somewhere at the beginning of the dream we had been to the gas station that was at the end of 256 on the other side of Rt. 11, and we had planted bombs or missiles, or we had left something next to the pumps at the back corner of the parking lot with an intent to hide it and then the winner was going to pick it up later.
We were in an older Jeep Cherokee, and the guy was driving pretty fast through the parking lot. He just wanted to get whatever it was and get out of there. We drove around, and the guy from the gas station came out and was yelling at us and shaking his fists for leaving something there earlier and driving so fast now.
As we went around the right side of the parking lot, past the pumps in the front, we turned left and headed towards the back and headed straight for the pump in the back corner where we'd left whatever it was. It wasn't there, and so we did a sharp left again and came flying up the side of the building, looping around and going over to the far side of the building again past the first pumps. There were two cars parked there getting gas, and the guy said that we had put it there instead of by the back one, but because there were people there now, we had to abandon it because we couldn't get it while people were around.
We left and dropped off the guy pretty quickly down at the end of a dirt road that ran out from 256 heading north, just before the broken down gas station/resturant that's been there for years. Then the woman was driving, and we took interstate 64 up into the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Then the interstate took a sharp turn to the left and it was no longer an interstate, but just a 2 lane blacktop that wound around the top of Afton Mountain. Up on the peak was a building of very modern looking architecture. It was a lot of glass and steel, and it was shaped strangely, pointed in places on top and fairly round. I had been here before in another dream, but I was on the other side of it. Since I recognized it, she dropped me off there, and I took NellyBelle (my cat) and went up and to the other side where the main door was and went inside.
I went in the front doors and down some steps. I realized that the building on the outside was basically just a marker to show where this place was, but most of it was tunnels that were buried underground.
I was in a wide hallway that kept going slightly down and straight off into the distance It felt like a school or museum or something. The walls were a cream color, as was the floor. The lighting was all hidden so that it was all done somewhat in an ambient manner.
I only went about 30 feet or so and there was a hallway that came off to the right, going at a sharp angle back, so there was an information office there in the corner on the opposite side, and it had a window that faced out into the hallway to help the new people coming in. Kind of like this:
I saw a sign at the corner that pointed up the hallway, and it said something about following it way to the end and it had something to do with Buddhism. This sounded interesting, to I turned right and started following it. I knew somehow in the back of my mind that the tunnel/hallway eventually turned left and then left again and headed back in the direction of the main hallway, but bypassed it by going under it or something.
I passed several doorways and windows facing out into the hallway, and came to a set of heavy wooden double doors. I knew that there was an art studio behind this, and so I opened the door and went in.
It was off hours, and there was a tall old guy in there with white hair that was cleaning the room. He was moving about getting the trash, and when I came in still holding my cat, he looked a little disgruntled and left through the door I had just come in.
There were large tables all over, and each one had a drying clay sculpture on it that was left from the previous class. They were mostly sculptures of people or animals, and I knew that they were on display for the tourists, such as myself. On my left there was another set of doors, and that was where the hallway I had just been in looped around like I knew it did. On the right, up in the far front corner of the room on the right wall was another door, and that went out into a dark hallway, at the end of which I knew was an auditorium.
I started over toward the far door when it opened, and in came a really tall and thin guy with dark short hair and a shorter girl with curly blond hair. I knew them from school, but I don't remember who it was. (maybe the tall guy I had chemsitry class with my junior year?) I was happy to see them and I reached out my hand to shake his. He looked at me like I was really strange, but he had a smile on his face the whole time, trying to be nice. He finally shook my hand and basically said, "See you around!" and left quickly through the doors that I had used to come into this room.
Then I turned around and went towards those doors, too. Then I decided to head off to the right (since I was now facing the opposite direction) and head through the doors that continued the hallway I had been in before this art room. As I did, I passed through a small bathroom first and then I went into the hallway on the other side. I went about 10 feet and realized that this opened up into a library.
There was another disgruntled looking old man (a different one) sitting behind the counter to my left and his partner over on the other side of the counter area that they were enclosed in. He took one look at me carrying the cat, and though he didn't say anything, I knew he really didn't want me in there. So I turned around and left again.
I went back into the art studio, turned right, and went back out the original doors that I came in through. When I did, it was no longer the hallway I had come in through, but it opened into another section of the library. It was here that I noticed how tall and huge this library actually was. The counter that the old man's partner was at was on my right, and there were the usual rows of shelves of books that stretche off in hundreds of feet in every direction.
I headed towards the far side of the library down a wide aisle way, and I eventually came to a cross-aisle. On the other side of this was the wall and glass doors that led outside. In the right hand corner was a multiple story glass office.
Ron (the Key Room supervisor at Mercedes) was coming from the left and heading towards the office. He was frustrated because Bill (the receiving supervisor) wasn't there like he was supposed to be, and now he had to use his own password and username to log into the computer and get things started for the day. He already had a lot to do, and this was just adding to it.
He sat behind the mahogony desk and logged into the computer to get the tickets rolling for the day. He said something about how much time this takes up for him to watch after, and I said that I would do it if my username and password were allowed the access. He said that it wasn't, and I mentioned to him that maybe I could use his to do it since he had given me his password once before. He didn't say much of anything, but got up and walked out of the office again back into the direction of his own in the key room, and the dream ended there.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Dreaming Sheep?
I have strange dreams. Really strange dreams. Ask anyone that I've told my dreams to, and they'll confirm it. I have some of the strangest dreams of most of them. I love my dreams. I even love the scary ones, although I may not love them when I first wake up.
I like to write my dreams down. I go through periods, of course, where I don't write them down, but when I get that way, I usually have a couple of really good ones that jolt me back into writing them again. I'm an amateur programmer with experience in a couple of programming languages, and I've had plans bouncing around in my head for a couple of years now about writing up a dream journal program.
I like being able to share my dreams with people, but I don't always have the time to relay a whole dream to them. When I really get into writing my dreams down, my recall on them improves greatly in a very short amount of time. I remember more dreams, and I remember them more clearly. So I thought if I posted them, then if they so desired, they could come here and read them all they like.
I've been told many of them would make awesome movies or stories in general, but I'm not sure if I could sort them in such a way as to create something able to be consumed en masse like that. Besides, to change them would be to water them down in some way. I feel like it would be an injustice to do that to them.
So... why the name "Dreaming Sheep" for this blog? Well, I've liked the name "Dreamscape" for some time, and that's what I plan on calling my dream journaling program when/if it gets done. Unfortunately, Dreamscape was not available for the address of this blog. I also have a fondness of "Counting Sheep", even to the point of almost having registered the countingsheep.org domain name a couple of years ago. That was unavailable for the blog address, too. So I figured I'd try a merger of the two, and Dreaming Sheep was born.
Just to note, I won't be posting everything up here. Just the "greats" that are really bizarre. I'm just not willing to post ones that are explicit or just plain uncomfortable for me to share.
Also, the dates that these were "posted" are the dates the dreams correspond to. I haven't had this blog since 1997, but there are dreams from that year that are here.
I like to write my dreams down. I go through periods, of course, where I don't write them down, but when I get that way, I usually have a couple of really good ones that jolt me back into writing them again. I'm an amateur programmer with experience in a couple of programming languages, and I've had plans bouncing around in my head for a couple of years now about writing up a dream journal program.
I like being able to share my dreams with people, but I don't always have the time to relay a whole dream to them. When I really get into writing my dreams down, my recall on them improves greatly in a very short amount of time. I remember more dreams, and I remember them more clearly. So I thought if I posted them, then if they so desired, they could come here and read them all they like.
I've been told many of them would make awesome movies or stories in general, but I'm not sure if I could sort them in such a way as to create something able to be consumed en masse like that. Besides, to change them would be to water them down in some way. I feel like it would be an injustice to do that to them.
So... why the name "Dreaming Sheep" for this blog? Well, I've liked the name "Dreamscape" for some time, and that's what I plan on calling my dream journaling program when/if it gets done. Unfortunately, Dreamscape was not available for the address of this blog. I also have a fondness of "Counting Sheep", even to the point of almost having registered the countingsheep.org domain name a couple of years ago. That was unavailable for the blog address, too. So I figured I'd try a merger of the two, and Dreaming Sheep was born.
Just to note, I won't be posting everything up here. Just the "greats" that are really bizarre. I'm just not willing to post ones that are explicit or just plain uncomfortable for me to share.
Also, the dates that these were "posted" are the dates the dreams correspond to. I haven't had this blog since 1997, but there are dreams from that year that are here.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Nick, One Who Skis
I was up on Massanutten Mountain practicing skiing with Nick (former step-brother). We were doing a kind of cross country skiing along this narrow path/ledge on the side of the mountain, and there was a steep drop off to our right that went down about 20 or 30 feet, and then the land was flat from there. The main part of the mountain was on our left.
As we were coming around the mountain, Nick slipped and went straight off the edge of the path and down the drop off. As he hit the ground below, which looked like solid snow, he broke through the surface and it turned out there was water below him. He was thrashing around and
trying to get out, but his skis got stuck on the muddy bottom of the pond or lake that he was in.
He was finally able to get out, and he was all soaking wet. Even though I knew he was really pissed about the whole thing, I couldn't help but to laugh. We left and went to the ski lodge and went inside to dry off and warm up a bit.
After a little bit we went back outside, and things had warmed up considerably. It was more like spring time out, and the snow had mostly melted away in places, showing patches of green grass and flowers.
We walked back up the ledge where Nick had fallen off and looked down. We could see his skis down there sticking up out of the mud where the pond/lake had been, almost forming a V shape.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Albus Dumbledore's Dentist
I was at a mall with Em (wife) and Matthew (brother) so that he could go to a dentist appointment. We got to the dentist office, which was on the third floor, and went in. It had the feel of one of those nail salons that you usually see in malls. We were told that we couldn't come in now, but we would have to come back later.
So we left and went walking around the mall for a bit. At about the time that we thought we should be able to go back up and see the dentist, we started heading that way. When we got to the second floor and were going to take the escalator up to the third floor, we noticed that the escalators had been shut off. Not only were they off, but each step had been turned do that all the top edged came together and formed a flat slope instead of stairs. We tried to go up, but we kept slipping back down. At the top of the escalators were a couple of mall cops, and they were telling us that the mall was closing and that we couldn't come up there anymore. We told them that we had to go to the dentist, and they didn't care.
We left the mall through an underground tunnel/mine shaft. When we were almost to the end, we came to a cavern type of place that had a pond in the middle of it that was about 30 to 50 feet long and about 20 feet wide. I noticed at this point that I was with Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter instead of Em and Matthew. Anywho, there was a rickety wooden dock poking out into the lake about 6 feet or so, and there was a small rowboat or canoe there tied up that was only big enough for one person at a time. Hermione got into the boat first and made her way across. After she got to the far side and got out, the boat came back on it's own.
Then Ron tried to go across. We were each carrying a bundle of belongings like clothes and school supplies, and after Ron put his stuff into the boat and got in, it started to sink. He got out and we dumped out the boat and looked for the leak but didn't find one, so he tried it again. The same thing happened. After emptying out the boat the second time, I decided to give it a try.
When I got into the boat, it sunk faster than it ever did with Ron, almost as if I had just jumped directly into the water. I was frustrated at first, but I quickly realized that the water was only about chest deep anyway. We get our stuff and carry it high and we just decided to wade across. After getting to the other side and getting out, we turn around and take a few steps along the bank of the pond to our left. (which had been the right side of the pond as we were trying to make it across). I noticed at this point that there was a bit of an embankment that ran all the way around the pond and we could have just walked around it rather than wading through it.
We stopped and looked back at the dock where the boat had been, and I noticed that there was a tunnel under the dock. The tunnel seemed to have a distant light blue light in it, and before I realized it, there was a creature that came swimming up out of the tunnel and towards us. It was a blue dolphin, except that it was all deformed. It's face was more like that of a human rather than a dolphin. It's left eye was kind of bugged out, and the right one was either closed tightly or missing. It had a large bulbous forehead, a broad flat nose, and it's mouth was all crooked and hanging open on the right side. It had lots of scars all over it's face, and it had two muscular arms. He spoke perfectly good English, and he informed us that he was Albus Dumbledore's (headmaster from Hogwarts in Harry Potter) dentist. He grabs Ron, who was not really happy about it, and proceeded to give him a dental exam right then and there.
The exam was a bit strange in that I saw the exam from different view points throughout the thing. First it was normal, just as if I were standing there watching. Then I saw it as if I were Ron, and he was working on my mouth. Then I saw it from the view of being inside of Ron's mouth and looking out, seeing his teeth all around the border of my view. The dolphin dentist used this magical toothpaste that he put all over Ron's teeth, and once it was on there for a moment, it loosened the teeth so that he could move them around into their correct place instead of giving him braces.
After we were finally done, we left the tunnel and we wound up on top of Massanutten Peak somewhere around dusk during a snow sledding competition. We went into this warehouse/mill/factory type of building where there was a chute at the far end that you were supposed to do the sledding on. Ron and Hermione didn't know how to do proper sledding, so I had to show them. I had one of those flimsy sleds that's like a sheet of plastic that just rolls up. I got a running start and then jumped, letting the sled unroll under me while I was landing in the air, and then landing on my stomach and slide quickly down the hill.
After showing them one time, they did it, too. We all went at the same time, and as we were going down the hill, it turned out to be more like the half-pipe tubes that one slides down at a water park. It was going round in a clockwise spiral and just went down down down. It was like the building we had just been in was sitting right on the edge of a very high cliff, and these chutes ran down at least a mile. There was a good bit of fog and snow blowing about as we were going down, but we were having great fun. It took at least 5 or 10 minutes for us to get to the bottom.
After we got to the bottom, we went back up to the building and had another go. Robin Williams was there at the top instructing us on how to have a better slide, and he was also at the bottom judging us on our speed. After the second time down, we picked up our stuff and went to the parking lot where we had a black SUV of some sort waiting on us. We milled around and talked for a moment, and I think Harry Potter actually showed up there for a bit because he had been sledding, too. Then we all got into the SUV to go home.
So we left and went walking around the mall for a bit. At about the time that we thought we should be able to go back up and see the dentist, we started heading that way. When we got to the second floor and were going to take the escalator up to the third floor, we noticed that the escalators had been shut off. Not only were they off, but each step had been turned do that all the top edged came together and formed a flat slope instead of stairs. We tried to go up, but we kept slipping back down. At the top of the escalators were a couple of mall cops, and they were telling us that the mall was closing and that we couldn't come up there anymore. We told them that we had to go to the dentist, and they didn't care.
We left the mall through an underground tunnel/mine shaft. When we were almost to the end, we came to a cavern type of place that had a pond in the middle of it that was about 30 to 50 feet long and about 20 feet wide. I noticed at this point that I was with Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter instead of Em and Matthew. Anywho, there was a rickety wooden dock poking out into the lake about 6 feet or so, and there was a small rowboat or canoe there tied up that was only big enough for one person at a time. Hermione got into the boat first and made her way across. After she got to the far side and got out, the boat came back on it's own.
Then Ron tried to go across. We were each carrying a bundle of belongings like clothes and school supplies, and after Ron put his stuff into the boat and got in, it started to sink. He got out and we dumped out the boat and looked for the leak but didn't find one, so he tried it again. The same thing happened. After emptying out the boat the second time, I decided to give it a try.
When I got into the boat, it sunk faster than it ever did with Ron, almost as if I had just jumped directly into the water. I was frustrated at first, but I quickly realized that the water was only about chest deep anyway. We get our stuff and carry it high and we just decided to wade across. After getting to the other side and getting out, we turn around and take a few steps along the bank of the pond to our left. (which had been the right side of the pond as we were trying to make it across). I noticed at this point that there was a bit of an embankment that ran all the way around the pond and we could have just walked around it rather than wading through it.
We stopped and looked back at the dock where the boat had been, and I noticed that there was a tunnel under the dock. The tunnel seemed to have a distant light blue light in it, and before I realized it, there was a creature that came swimming up out of the tunnel and towards us. It was a blue dolphin, except that it was all deformed. It's face was more like that of a human rather than a dolphin. It's left eye was kind of bugged out, and the right one was either closed tightly or missing. It had a large bulbous forehead, a broad flat nose, and it's mouth was all crooked and hanging open on the right side. It had lots of scars all over it's face, and it had two muscular arms. He spoke perfectly good English, and he informed us that he was Albus Dumbledore's (headmaster from Hogwarts in Harry Potter) dentist. He grabs Ron, who was not really happy about it, and proceeded to give him a dental exam right then and there.
The exam was a bit strange in that I saw the exam from different view points throughout the thing. First it was normal, just as if I were standing there watching. Then I saw it as if I were Ron, and he was working on my mouth. Then I saw it from the view of being inside of Ron's mouth and looking out, seeing his teeth all around the border of my view. The dolphin dentist used this magical toothpaste that he put all over Ron's teeth, and once it was on there for a moment, it loosened the teeth so that he could move them around into their correct place instead of giving him braces.
After we were finally done, we left the tunnel and we wound up on top of Massanutten Peak somewhere around dusk during a snow sledding competition. We went into this warehouse/mill/factory type of building where there was a chute at the far end that you were supposed to do the sledding on. Ron and Hermione didn't know how to do proper sledding, so I had to show them. I had one of those flimsy sleds that's like a sheet of plastic that just rolls up. I got a running start and then jumped, letting the sled unroll under me while I was landing in the air, and then landing on my stomach and slide quickly down the hill.
After showing them one time, they did it, too. We all went at the same time, and as we were going down the hill, it turned out to be more like the half-pipe tubes that one slides down at a water park. It was going round in a clockwise spiral and just went down down down. It was like the building we had just been in was sitting right on the edge of a very high cliff, and these chutes ran down at least a mile. There was a good bit of fog and snow blowing about as we were going down, but we were having great fun. It took at least 5 or 10 minutes for us to get to the bottom.
After we got to the bottom, we went back up to the building and had another go. Robin Williams was there at the top instructing us on how to have a better slide, and he was also at the bottom judging us on our speed. After the second time down, we picked up our stuff and went to the parking lot where we had a black SUV of some sort waiting on us. We milled around and talked for a moment, and I think Harry Potter actually showed up there for a bit because he had been sledding, too. Then we all got into the SUV to go home.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Extremely Gay Nick
I started out by walking into some sort of living room of a house or a classroom or something with Em. It was kind of a strange dingy yellowish color and it seemed very run down. It was lit with fluorescent lighting that flickered and added to the yellow tint of the room, and it had a bit of a musty/moldy feel or smell to it. It was like it was in a basement because there were no windows or anything in there. At the same time, it ALMOST had the feel of walking into the side door (from the garage) or through the door that went into the kitchen of the Shipplett's house.
Just after entering the room, I heard a familiar voice, and I started looking around for the source. I think that I thought before hand that it was Nick's (former step-brother) voice, but I wasn't sure. I went forward towards the opposite side of the room from where I came in and looked through an open door that went into another room or large closet. I think I said something to Em about hearing his voice while I was looking around for him. As I looked into this "back" room, I saw him there on the left hand side as I rounded the corner to look into the room.
His hair was shorter than it was when I last saw him. It was cut to to the length of his chin and jaw line, and it was longer in the front than in the back. It may have even been somewhat shaved in the back. I spoke in a loud and (fake) warm tone, greeting him and holding out my hand to shake hands with him. I realized that I wasn't very keen on actually talking to him. There were other people around, kind of like they were part of an acting group or something, but it may have just been his friends. (or both) I think he got up and came over and shook my hand, and he had this goofy grin on his face where he had his lips all pushed out, looking almost as if he were trying to squirt water from his mouth.
We talked briefly, and I got the distinct impression that he wasn't really happy to see me despite the fact that he kept his grin on his face the whole time. There were times that he said or did something that it felt like he was making fun of me to his friends, but still "acting" nicely so that I couldn't tell him how much of a dick he was being. I noticed, too, while he was talking, he was using a very forced lisp, like he was trying to sound like he thought he was extremely gay or something. Part of me felt that he was putting on, and the other part of me felt that he wasn't. I even felt like he was putting on so much to exaggerate the truth so that the actual truth wouldn't seem so bad or something. It was like he was acting more gay than he actually was because he thought he had to so he could take the spotlight off of actually being gay, because acting outrageous would make people think it was just all a show.
I think that someone there had taken a sweatshirt that belonged to Em. I'm not sure if we were actively searching it out, or if we were just keeping an eye out for it as we moved around. Nick took us around and had us talk to several of his friends. Eventually we came around to the right side of the dingy yellow room we had first walked in to. On the right hand side of the far wall, kind of in the corner, was a door. It was like a small hallway that went back into another room like the one that Nick had been in. This room was just to the right of that room, with only a wall separating them. In the middle of the left wall of the short hallway was another door, and it turned out to be a bathroom. I think we found Em's sweatshirt in there. I'm not sure if someone was in there with it, trying to hide it from us or not, but I'm pretty sure that's where we found it. Evidently it was some sort of dark bathroom with trees.
Then I guess we left, and we wound up in a car and we were driving down an interstate, I think. Em's mom was with us, and I think that I was driving and she was in the passenger's seat, and Em was in the back. I don't know what car we were driving, but it seemed like a big old white or light gray car. I think that Em's mom was bickering about something, but I don't remember what it was. It seemed like Em or I came up with some quippy comment that shut her up from complaining about whatever it was, but I could be wrong.
Then there was something about a cherry tree that was "outside". (outside of what or where, I don't know) I think it may have been in grandmamma miller's yard where the walnut trees were in front of the chicken house. I don't remember exactly what was going on, but something happened where I took a "core" or some sort of drilling from the middle of the trunk of the tree and tasted it. Even though it was mostly sap, it was very sweet and sugary, almost like a taffy or chewy candy. It was cherry flavored, of course.
Just after entering the room, I heard a familiar voice, and I started looking around for the source. I think that I thought before hand that it was Nick's (former step-brother) voice, but I wasn't sure. I went forward towards the opposite side of the room from where I came in and looked through an open door that went into another room or large closet. I think I said something to Em about hearing his voice while I was looking around for him. As I looked into this "back" room, I saw him there on the left hand side as I rounded the corner to look into the room.
His hair was shorter than it was when I last saw him. It was cut to to the length of his chin and jaw line, and it was longer in the front than in the back. It may have even been somewhat shaved in the back. I spoke in a loud and (fake) warm tone, greeting him and holding out my hand to shake hands with him. I realized that I wasn't very keen on actually talking to him. There were other people around, kind of like they were part of an acting group or something, but it may have just been his friends. (or both) I think he got up and came over and shook my hand, and he had this goofy grin on his face where he had his lips all pushed out, looking almost as if he were trying to squirt water from his mouth.
We talked briefly, and I got the distinct impression that he wasn't really happy to see me despite the fact that he kept his grin on his face the whole time. There were times that he said or did something that it felt like he was making fun of me to his friends, but still "acting" nicely so that I couldn't tell him how much of a dick he was being. I noticed, too, while he was talking, he was using a very forced lisp, like he was trying to sound like he thought he was extremely gay or something. Part of me felt that he was putting on, and the other part of me felt that he wasn't. I even felt like he was putting on so much to exaggerate the truth so that the actual truth wouldn't seem so bad or something. It was like he was acting more gay than he actually was because he thought he had to so he could take the spotlight off of actually being gay, because acting outrageous would make people think it was just all a show.
I think that someone there had taken a sweatshirt that belonged to Em. I'm not sure if we were actively searching it out, or if we were just keeping an eye out for it as we moved around. Nick took us around and had us talk to several of his friends. Eventually we came around to the right side of the dingy yellow room we had first walked in to. On the right hand side of the far wall, kind of in the corner, was a door. It was like a small hallway that went back into another room like the one that Nick had been in. This room was just to the right of that room, with only a wall separating them. In the middle of the left wall of the short hallway was another door, and it turned out to be a bathroom. I think we found Em's sweatshirt in there. I'm not sure if someone was in there with it, trying to hide it from us or not, but I'm pretty sure that's where we found it. Evidently it was some sort of dark bathroom with trees.
Then I guess we left, and we wound up in a car and we were driving down an interstate, I think. Em's mom was with us, and I think that I was driving and she was in the passenger's seat, and Em was in the back. I don't know what car we were driving, but it seemed like a big old white or light gray car. I think that Em's mom was bickering about something, but I don't remember what it was. It seemed like Em or I came up with some quippy comment that shut her up from complaining about whatever it was, but I could be wrong.
Then there was something about a cherry tree that was "outside". (outside of what or where, I don't know) I think it may have been in grandmamma miller's yard where the walnut trees were in front of the chicken house. I don't remember exactly what was going on, but something happened where I took a "core" or some sort of drilling from the middle of the trunk of the tree and tasted it. Even though it was mostly sap, it was very sweet and sugary, almost like a taffy or chewy candy. It was cherry flavored, of course.
Weasly Alien Invasion
I was in a house that was a lot like my in laws', and I was in the formal living room area with Mr. and Mrs. Weasly and Ginny (from Harry Potter). I think there may have been another girl there, but I'm not sure. It was like we were in Book 5 (Order of the Phoenix) and we were hiding out in a place that was supposed to be like 12 Grimmauld Place. It was night time, and we only had a candle or two lit to bring light into the small room.
We were right by the windows and we could see some of the city buildings over beyond a row of houses that were just beside us. We were watching the sky through a telescope, and I think that Ginny and I were the first ones to spot it. There was a large space ship of alien making that was streaking down through the sky right towards us. It was huge and black and rather pointy, and it looked like it was out of control, like maybe it had been shot down or something.
I think I realized that it was more likely to land in the back yard instead of right on the house, and I ran out of the room, up the hallway, and out the dining room/kitchen door and onto the back patio and into the back yard. Em was out there, but I don't remember what she was doing. She seemed a bit oblivious to the fact that the ship was streaming right for us. I grabbed her arm and ran back into the house with her in tow. Just as we got inside, we looked out of the formal dining room window and saw it crash just in front of the city buildings a couple of streets over.
There was a big orange glow front he fire shining up onto the far buildings. I don't think the ship itself landed on any of the buildings. It just crashed in the street. We ran back into the front room where I had been originally, and Ginny was there looking out the windows. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were sitting in dining table chairs that were back to back, and they had their arms interlocked. It was their was of consoling one another. I think that Mrs. Weasly was crying a little, and Mr. Weasly was gibbering a bit. I watched outside as the light started to change.
I noticed that the orange light from the wreckage was moving, and lots of little pin-point fires starting moving around on the side of the building. They swirled around in a circular and spiral formation for a moment, and I understood that these were basically the aliens' version of spotlights. After swirling for a moment, they formed an angry looking alien face on the side of a big windowless brick building.
Then it changed quickly, and it was suddenly in color and changed appearance to look like a blond girl of about 8 or 9 years old who looked a little like Violet from the recent Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The girl had put up her hands to the sides of her face and had a worried look in her eye, kind of like something was scaring her and she didn't know what to do besides protect her cheeks. (something kind of resembling Kevin from Home Alone) Then in a quick moment, the face changed again. It was a black haired girl, and her hair was long and stringy, and he skin turned gray. He eyes bulged, but her face was actually rather expressionless. As it appeared, I heard a loud mechanical sound of a girl screaming that I knew was emanating from either the picture itself or from the alien craft. It scared me so badly that I woke up.
We were right by the windows and we could see some of the city buildings over beyond a row of houses that were just beside us. We were watching the sky through a telescope, and I think that Ginny and I were the first ones to spot it. There was a large space ship of alien making that was streaking down through the sky right towards us. It was huge and black and rather pointy, and it looked like it was out of control, like maybe it had been shot down or something.
I think I realized that it was more likely to land in the back yard instead of right on the house, and I ran out of the room, up the hallway, and out the dining room/kitchen door and onto the back patio and into the back yard. Em was out there, but I don't remember what she was doing. She seemed a bit oblivious to the fact that the ship was streaming right for us. I grabbed her arm and ran back into the house with her in tow. Just as we got inside, we looked out of the formal dining room window and saw it crash just in front of the city buildings a couple of streets over.
There was a big orange glow front he fire shining up onto the far buildings. I don't think the ship itself landed on any of the buildings. It just crashed in the street. We ran back into the front room where I had been originally, and Ginny was there looking out the windows. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were sitting in dining table chairs that were back to back, and they had their arms interlocked. It was their was of consoling one another. I think that Mrs. Weasly was crying a little, and Mr. Weasly was gibbering a bit. I watched outside as the light started to change.
I noticed that the orange light from the wreckage was moving, and lots of little pin-point fires starting moving around on the side of the building. They swirled around in a circular and spiral formation for a moment, and I understood that these were basically the aliens' version of spotlights. After swirling for a moment, they formed an angry looking alien face on the side of a big windowless brick building.
Then it changed quickly, and it was suddenly in color and changed appearance to look like a blond girl of about 8 or 9 years old who looked a little like Violet from the recent Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The girl had put up her hands to the sides of her face and had a worried look in her eye, kind of like something was scaring her and she didn't know what to do besides protect her cheeks. (something kind of resembling Kevin from Home Alone) Then in a quick moment, the face changed again. It was a black haired girl, and her hair was long and stringy, and he skin turned gray. He eyes bulged, but her face was actually rather expressionless. As it appeared, I heard a loud mechanical sound of a girl screaming that I knew was emanating from either the picture itself or from the alien craft. It scared me so badly that I woke up.
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