I was in my car, and someone I can't remember was with me. I believe it was a guy that was built fairly tall, had dark hair, and reminded me a little bit of John Rhays-Davies, but younger and without any facial hair. We were on an interstate, driving along, and the day was fairly overcast.
At one point I remember seeing a plane flying left close to the horizon off to my right. I believe that plane wrecked, and somehow, it caused a traffic backup on the road I was on. I wound up getting out of my car, and walking ahead a bit into what was kind of a small city-like scenario. There was a bridge, and I was walking under it along the left side of the underpass. As I did, there was a chain link fence to my left, and behind it was a road that went down to a warehouse looking place and some taller buildings. It was deserted down there. The passenger from my car was walking with me, and we eventually wound up in this underground tunnel that reminded me of what was supposed to be like a sewer, but without the smell, and it was cleaner. There was something very odd going on in this tunnel, but I can't quite put my finger on what. It's almost like some people were walking in, and when they got to be somewhere around us, they disappeared or something.
At the point where we were standing, the way we had come in was to our left, and we were on a higher portion of the walkway, and then right in front of us was another part of the tunnel that within about 30 feet curved sharply off to the right. It was like the people were going down there, but by vanishing, not walking. It was almost like there may have been a door in the wall that was immediately to my right, but something had to happen to your mind in order to be able to see it and pass through it, but when you did, you looked like you walked into the tunnel in front of us. Well, whatever the case, I somehow wound up making through this door myself.
I found myself in this small wooden room, with a wooden table and chairs and about three or four people around, and I was asking them if the guy with me was going to make it in. For some reason I was very concerned about him because I didn't think he would know how to do it and come through the door, or if he did wind up doing it, he wouldn't understand what was going on.
So another smaller built guy and I left and went to check on my friend, but by the time we had gotten back into the tunnel, he was gone. We somehow knew he had made it through the door. I wish I could remember the significance of this. Somehow it seemed very important, almost spiritual, that we were able to do this transitioning. In the dream I seemed to know, but I cannot remember it now.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Stephen's House
I don't really remember anything about the dream, but I remember being at Stephen's (friend from school) house. That's it. Heh. But it does trigger the memory of another dream that I don't believe I wrote down from a number of months ago.
I was back in Virginia, and I was traveling. Either I was driving very slowly, or I was walking. I was taking a road that went back past Sarah's (ex-girlfriend) house, and I may have even been leaving her house, but it was a very different house. It was smaller, back in the woods, and not up on a huge hill.
As I left, I was going along the road, and after some time, I took a right at a T that I came to in the road. I went that way quite a ways, and I eventually came to this intersection where there was some woods to my left, perhaps with a house or two in there, and a couple of buildings on my right. One of them may have been a store or a gas station, and perhaps a house or two.
Evidently I kept traveling, and I wound up in this really hilly area. I remember more seeing it from a distance, even though I was down in everything. The road was old and gravel, and it was kind of an old farm appearance. There was an old rusted up car (but I remember white paint on it that had spots on it that had turned a little blue because of the rust (???) showing up underneath it) and a lot of old fence work. I remember being down in the middle of all of this for a short bit, looking around some of the old barn-like buildings and stuff, but eventually I kept going, and I got to Stephen's house.
I went inside, and it seems that I went around quite a bit, almost like Stephen was giving me a tour. I remember something about a room that was a connector to other rooms (much like his room was for the upstairs, being in between the hallway and another room and having a door to both) downstairs, and in this room was a big round wooden table.
I remember looking out into their yard from an upstairs window for a bit. After showing me around, we went back outside, and we were in the yard for a bit. It was very cloudy, and I think it may have been getting dark out. I can't remember if he seemed agitated or if he was just quiet or what, but he didn't seem his normal self.
After a short bit, I think I thanked him, and I left, going back the way I came. I went back through that hilly area, and somehow it struck me that this belonged to him and his family. I kept going, and I eventually wound back up at that T, and I turned left to go back down that way. At this point, I'm fairly sure I was walking and not driving. Eventually this road took me to "downtown" Weyers Cave, and I turned right and went up one of the roads that was supposed to come up from the area where the post office was. Again, it was very woodsy there, and I think I remember something about driving, and going fast, and I went back down the hill towards the post office again.
I was back in Virginia, and I was traveling. Either I was driving very slowly, or I was walking. I was taking a road that went back past Sarah's (ex-girlfriend) house, and I may have even been leaving her house, but it was a very different house. It was smaller, back in the woods, and not up on a huge hill.
As I left, I was going along the road, and after some time, I took a right at a T that I came to in the road. I went that way quite a ways, and I eventually came to this intersection where there was some woods to my left, perhaps with a house or two in there, and a couple of buildings on my right. One of them may have been a store or a gas station, and perhaps a house or two.
Evidently I kept traveling, and I wound up in this really hilly area. I remember more seeing it from a distance, even though I was down in everything. The road was old and gravel, and it was kind of an old farm appearance. There was an old rusted up car (but I remember white paint on it that had spots on it that had turned a little blue because of the rust (???) showing up underneath it) and a lot of old fence work. I remember being down in the middle of all of this for a short bit, looking around some of the old barn-like buildings and stuff, but eventually I kept going, and I got to Stephen's house.
I went inside, and it seems that I went around quite a bit, almost like Stephen was giving me a tour. I remember something about a room that was a connector to other rooms (much like his room was for the upstairs, being in between the hallway and another room and having a door to both) downstairs, and in this room was a big round wooden table.
I remember looking out into their yard from an upstairs window for a bit. After showing me around, we went back outside, and we were in the yard for a bit. It was very cloudy, and I think it may have been getting dark out. I can't remember if he seemed agitated or if he was just quiet or what, but he didn't seem his normal self.
After a short bit, I think I thanked him, and I left, going back the way I came. I went back through that hilly area, and somehow it struck me that this belonged to him and his family. I kept going, and I eventually wound back up at that T, and I turned left to go back down that way. At this point, I'm fairly sure I was walking and not driving. Eventually this road took me to "downtown" Weyers Cave, and I turned right and went up one of the roads that was supposed to come up from the area where the post office was. Again, it was very woodsy there, and I think I remember something about driving, and going fast, and I went back down the hill towards the post office again.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Never Made It To Work
I was out doing something, like shopping or at an appointment of some sort. I remember driving back home, and I believe it was raining. It was night time out, but when I got back home, it was early morning. I had told Ron, my boss at Mercedes, that I would be in around lunch that day because of this appointment. After I got home, for some reason I went to sleep, planning on waking up around 10:30 or so, so I could get up and get ready to go on time.
I think I was sleeping on the love seat, and when I woke up, I remember looking at the clock, which seemed kind of fuzzy at first, and it said that it was around 5:30. I had majorly overslept! I was incredibly upset. I checked my email, and there were some messages from Ron in my email box. He was quite angry, and he had sent emails a couple times throughout the day trying to find out what was going on with me. I remember seeing some of the text on the screen written in all caps. I think it was something like, "I NEED TO HEAR FROM YOU RIGHT AWAY!"
Em was here with me, but I don't remember what she was saying I should do. I knew I had to call Ron and let him know what had happened, but I was so upset for letting him down that I was crying. I couldn't believe I had done this. It seems that I may have called right at the end of the dream, still crying.
I think I was sleeping on the love seat, and when I woke up, I remember looking at the clock, which seemed kind of fuzzy at first, and it said that it was around 5:30. I had majorly overslept! I was incredibly upset. I checked my email, and there were some messages from Ron in my email box. He was quite angry, and he had sent emails a couple times throughout the day trying to find out what was going on with me. I remember seeing some of the text on the screen written in all caps. I think it was something like, "I NEED TO HEAR FROM YOU RIGHT AWAY!"
Em was here with me, but I don't remember what she was saying I should do. I knew I had to call Ron and let him know what had happened, but I was so upset for letting him down that I was crying. I couldn't believe I had done this. It seems that I may have called right at the end of the dream, still crying.
Monday, April 26, 2004
The Holocaust Museum, and Falling Planets
I remember starting out at a museum, and this museum had a Jewish Holocaust part to it. There were a couple of rickety elevators that went up a couple of floors, and they would drop as they got to the top because they were trying to scare the passengers, as if that was what happened all the time at Auschwitz.
I think I was supposed to be a with a group from school who was doing the tour of this place, but at the same time, doing the Holocaust tour wasn't required. Even though I knew it was supposed to be scary, I did it anyway. While I was waiting for my turn with my small group, I remember seeing the elevators going up to the next floor. The elevator cars were out in the open rather than behind any sort of wall or glass enclosure, but they were solid so you couldn't see the people inside of them. I would watch them as they went up, and then I would see them kind of jostle and swing a little bit, like it was supposed to be simulating the falling.
Pretty soon it was my turn, and so I got into the elevator with my group. Even though the elevators were solid metal boxes from the outside, once inside, you could see out. I was towards the back of the elevator, and as we went up, I looked out the back and down towards the floor. When we got to the top, we "fell", and I watched the floor come up towards us. The we stopped safely, and we were taken back up to the top again.
After we all got out, we were on a balcony that ran around the top of the big room I had been waiting in, rather than on an actual second floor that was separate from the rest of everything. There were a number of rooms that you were supposed to be able to look in to. One of them showed the big pits that they were throwing people in to. Another was a room showing a gas chamber. It seems that I remember hearing a woman yelling in the gas chamber room. I didn't look into any of the rooms, though, because I was scared of what I would see, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep for a long time if I did.
Suddenly I realized that everyone was leaving through a hallway that was off to my right, past some of the doors. I followed, and as I did it seemed the people were moving quite fast. For some reason I was having trouble keeping up, like I was on crutches or something. (but I wasn't. Moving just felt labored at that point)
The hallway led directly outside to a brick or paved pathway that had lots of trees and greenery on either side of it. The right side was especially lush, and that went uphill. To my left, while there were still plants there, it went downhill. I was trying to keep up with someone that was right in front of me who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Everyone else was wearing one, too, and I think even I was. It was supposed to be our way to identify one another or something.
I followed the paved pathway, and it lead us to the area where our buses were parked to take us home. This area was like it was in a park. It was a very wooded area around us, and this parking lot was in the middle of nowhere. There were also a number of cars around.
Somehow, even though my movement was labored, and I was way behind everyone, I wound up being one of the first one's there. A couple of others were very antsy about getting everything together and leaving as soon as possible. For whatever reason, I decided that in order to help speed things up, I was going to move the buses from the back of the parking area to the road that left from the parking area. (which was to my left from that perspective.) But I didn't drive the buses. I grabbed the rope that was tied on to the front of each one, and I was pulling them. They were very lightweight, and pulling them was nearly effortless.
I pulled one, and then another, and I got them parked side by side, and then there was a white truck of some sort, like a tanker truck or big moving truck or a tractor trailer. I pulled it and was trying to move it, and for some reason I thought that in order to get it out of the way, I had to pull it in between the two buses and get that out onto the road first. When I did that, I wound up pulling too hard and misjudging the space between the buses, and I crashed the truck right into the back of the buses. I remember seeing the truck being fairly damaged, but for some reason I thought I had just mis-aimed.
I tried it again, pulling it over to my right a bit more (it had hit the left bus more than the right one), but it still didn't come through. I moved it back, and I hoped that no one would notice it. I think a friend or two of mine that were there were making fun of me for crashing the truck to a point that it no longer looked drivable. So I started walking back to the right side (from where I first entered) of the parking lot, along all the cars. Everyone was getting into their cars to go. As I came past a car, a motorcycle, and a big dark green pickup, a motorcycle helmet popped up from over the back of the truck. Don (the big gorilla-shaped guy from Mercedes) came from the far side of the truck, thanked me for catching the helmet, took it from me, and got on the bike.
The next thing I know, I'm on the patio of my apartment, and I'm looking at the sky over across the canal. I see the moon there, in the morning time, just as a crescent that is situated like a smile, and I see all these little objects circling the earth between us and the moon. They're moving to my left across the sky, and I remembered someone telling me about the asteroids that were coming. As I watched them, the got a little bigger, and I remember that they seemed to be somehow changing phases as they passed in front of the moon. (it was like each one was a perfectly round little moon). For some reason, when they passed in front of the moon, the side close to the moon got dark, almost as if the moon were casting darkness on the far side of the asteroids.
Then, as I watched, some of them were getting caught in the gravitational field of the moon, and they were circling the moon. These things were moving very fast. It only took them a couple of seconds to move across the sky or around the moon. Somehow I knew that with these things circling the moon, that was going to alter their path enough that they were going to lose stability and being flung about. I was afraid that they were going to be thrown to earth. Just as I thought of that, a couple of them did start falling to earth.
I remember that they hit and embedded themselves in the ground, and the ground shook as they hit. They were big, but not as big as they should have been to make them visible as they went around the moon. If I had walked up to one, it probably would have been about the size of a McDonald's or something. Anyway, a number of them hit, and I remember thinking that Texas might sink because of it. As I thought that, it DID sink for a moment. I remember seeing the water rise up and over me, and the Texas bobbed back up to the surface again. A lot of things had washed away at that point.
There was also some guy close by (who, for some reason, seemed huge, like he was also the size of a building or something) who was working out on something similar to a soloflex. He was saying something about how making it through the water was tough because of the exercise equipment he was on. (evidently he kept using it through the "flood", and doing so almost caused him to drown because he was holding himself down.
After this happened, I knew I had to go and start making sure that everyone was okay. I went out to the parking lot, and even though I knew that Cobbie (from Mercedes) was on the other side of the city, he was also here in the parking lot with his car. He was closing his trunk, and I talked with him a moment to make sure he was okay. This parking lot sat at the edge of the canal rather than being back from it a bit, and the building I was staying in was directly behind be, not a ways off.
I then turned around, and I walked into the front of my building. There was a small lobby area that I had to go through, and there was a lady sitting at the front desk there. I asked if I could go up to my room, and she asked me if I was already staying there. I said yes, and she said okay, that they just weren't taking any new customers right now. I said okay and thanked her, and since the electricity was out, I went up about 3 flights of big and grandiose stairs. I got up to my "room" (it was now kind a cross between an apartment and a hotel) and went in quickly to check on Nellie Belle, our cat.
As I opened my door, she was there, kind of skulking along the floor because of being scared by the falling asteroids. (which I forgot to mention above, we kept calling them planets as we were watching them, but we knew that they were actually asteroids) My kitchen and bathroom were supposed to be off through the left door as I walked in, and my bedroom and living room were off to the right. Nellie ran in to the door at the right and hid under the bed. I walked in, and things seemed a bit jostled, but otherwise okay.
I tried turning on the light, but there was nothing. I realized, though, that we had partial electricity because my fan was on (a square window fan sitting on a table) as was my radio. But the TV, lights, and other things would not come on. I walked back to the back of the bedroom/living room, and I glanced out the window. The sun was starting to set, and it was getting dark inside the room.
I turned around, and I was thinking that I wanted to check on the rest of the place, so to do so, I wound up seeing a projection in front of me of the floor plan of the apartment, and I was scrolling through it with my mouse, but the funny thing was that I wasn't at my computer, because I didn't think that there would be enough electricity to run it. I panned the page up and down, and I could even see Nellie skulking around back out the bedroom door and back in under the bed on it. I zoomed in and out briefly, and then when I was done it just went away.
I looked to my right at the door that led to the kitchen/dining room area, and then straight ahead of me, and except for the lack of electricity and Nellie being scared, everything seemed okay, amazingly enough. One thing that I noticed (a little earlier on, but I'm not sure when. Just before I went upstairs, perhaps) was that Em was not here with me. It was like she didn't live with me. I'm not sure why, though. I just know that I was living on my own with Nellie Belle.
I think I was supposed to be a with a group from school who was doing the tour of this place, but at the same time, doing the Holocaust tour wasn't required. Even though I knew it was supposed to be scary, I did it anyway. While I was waiting for my turn with my small group, I remember seeing the elevators going up to the next floor. The elevator cars were out in the open rather than behind any sort of wall or glass enclosure, but they were solid so you couldn't see the people inside of them. I would watch them as they went up, and then I would see them kind of jostle and swing a little bit, like it was supposed to be simulating the falling.
Pretty soon it was my turn, and so I got into the elevator with my group. Even though the elevators were solid metal boxes from the outside, once inside, you could see out. I was towards the back of the elevator, and as we went up, I looked out the back and down towards the floor. When we got to the top, we "fell", and I watched the floor come up towards us. The we stopped safely, and we were taken back up to the top again.
After we all got out, we were on a balcony that ran around the top of the big room I had been waiting in, rather than on an actual second floor that was separate from the rest of everything. There were a number of rooms that you were supposed to be able to look in to. One of them showed the big pits that they were throwing people in to. Another was a room showing a gas chamber. It seems that I remember hearing a woman yelling in the gas chamber room. I didn't look into any of the rooms, though, because I was scared of what I would see, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep for a long time if I did.
Suddenly I realized that everyone was leaving through a hallway that was off to my right, past some of the doors. I followed, and as I did it seemed the people were moving quite fast. For some reason I was having trouble keeping up, like I was on crutches or something. (but I wasn't. Moving just felt labored at that point)
The hallway led directly outside to a brick or paved pathway that had lots of trees and greenery on either side of it. The right side was especially lush, and that went uphill. To my left, while there were still plants there, it went downhill. I was trying to keep up with someone that was right in front of me who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Everyone else was wearing one, too, and I think even I was. It was supposed to be our way to identify one another or something.
I followed the paved pathway, and it lead us to the area where our buses were parked to take us home. This area was like it was in a park. It was a very wooded area around us, and this parking lot was in the middle of nowhere. There were also a number of cars around.
Somehow, even though my movement was labored, and I was way behind everyone, I wound up being one of the first one's there. A couple of others were very antsy about getting everything together and leaving as soon as possible. For whatever reason, I decided that in order to help speed things up, I was going to move the buses from the back of the parking area to the road that left from the parking area. (which was to my left from that perspective.) But I didn't drive the buses. I grabbed the rope that was tied on to the front of each one, and I was pulling them. They were very lightweight, and pulling them was nearly effortless.
I pulled one, and then another, and I got them parked side by side, and then there was a white truck of some sort, like a tanker truck or big moving truck or a tractor trailer. I pulled it and was trying to move it, and for some reason I thought that in order to get it out of the way, I had to pull it in between the two buses and get that out onto the road first. When I did that, I wound up pulling too hard and misjudging the space between the buses, and I crashed the truck right into the back of the buses. I remember seeing the truck being fairly damaged, but for some reason I thought I had just mis-aimed.
I tried it again, pulling it over to my right a bit more (it had hit the left bus more than the right one), but it still didn't come through. I moved it back, and I hoped that no one would notice it. I think a friend or two of mine that were there were making fun of me for crashing the truck to a point that it no longer looked drivable. So I started walking back to the right side (from where I first entered) of the parking lot, along all the cars. Everyone was getting into their cars to go. As I came past a car, a motorcycle, and a big dark green pickup, a motorcycle helmet popped up from over the back of the truck. Don (the big gorilla-shaped guy from Mercedes) came from the far side of the truck, thanked me for catching the helmet, took it from me, and got on the bike.
The next thing I know, I'm on the patio of my apartment, and I'm looking at the sky over across the canal. I see the moon there, in the morning time, just as a crescent that is situated like a smile, and I see all these little objects circling the earth between us and the moon. They're moving to my left across the sky, and I remembered someone telling me about the asteroids that were coming. As I watched them, the got a little bigger, and I remember that they seemed to be somehow changing phases as they passed in front of the moon. (it was like each one was a perfectly round little moon). For some reason, when they passed in front of the moon, the side close to the moon got dark, almost as if the moon were casting darkness on the far side of the asteroids.
Then, as I watched, some of them were getting caught in the gravitational field of the moon, and they were circling the moon. These things were moving very fast. It only took them a couple of seconds to move across the sky or around the moon. Somehow I knew that with these things circling the moon, that was going to alter their path enough that they were going to lose stability and being flung about. I was afraid that they were going to be thrown to earth. Just as I thought of that, a couple of them did start falling to earth.
I remember that they hit and embedded themselves in the ground, and the ground shook as they hit. They were big, but not as big as they should have been to make them visible as they went around the moon. If I had walked up to one, it probably would have been about the size of a McDonald's or something. Anyway, a number of them hit, and I remember thinking that Texas might sink because of it. As I thought that, it DID sink for a moment. I remember seeing the water rise up and over me, and the Texas bobbed back up to the surface again. A lot of things had washed away at that point.
There was also some guy close by (who, for some reason, seemed huge, like he was also the size of a building or something) who was working out on something similar to a soloflex. He was saying something about how making it through the water was tough because of the exercise equipment he was on. (evidently he kept using it through the "flood", and doing so almost caused him to drown because he was holding himself down.
After this happened, I knew I had to go and start making sure that everyone was okay. I went out to the parking lot, and even though I knew that Cobbie (from Mercedes) was on the other side of the city, he was also here in the parking lot with his car. He was closing his trunk, and I talked with him a moment to make sure he was okay. This parking lot sat at the edge of the canal rather than being back from it a bit, and the building I was staying in was directly behind be, not a ways off.
I then turned around, and I walked into the front of my building. There was a small lobby area that I had to go through, and there was a lady sitting at the front desk there. I asked if I could go up to my room, and she asked me if I was already staying there. I said yes, and she said okay, that they just weren't taking any new customers right now. I said okay and thanked her, and since the electricity was out, I went up about 3 flights of big and grandiose stairs. I got up to my "room" (it was now kind a cross between an apartment and a hotel) and went in quickly to check on Nellie Belle, our cat.
As I opened my door, she was there, kind of skulking along the floor because of being scared by the falling asteroids. (which I forgot to mention above, we kept calling them planets as we were watching them, but we knew that they were actually asteroids) My kitchen and bathroom were supposed to be off through the left door as I walked in, and my bedroom and living room were off to the right. Nellie ran in to the door at the right and hid under the bed. I walked in, and things seemed a bit jostled, but otherwise okay.
I tried turning on the light, but there was nothing. I realized, though, that we had partial electricity because my fan was on (a square window fan sitting on a table) as was my radio. But the TV, lights, and other things would not come on. I walked back to the back of the bedroom/living room, and I glanced out the window. The sun was starting to set, and it was getting dark inside the room.
I turned around, and I was thinking that I wanted to check on the rest of the place, so to do so, I wound up seeing a projection in front of me of the floor plan of the apartment, and I was scrolling through it with my mouse, but the funny thing was that I wasn't at my computer, because I didn't think that there would be enough electricity to run it. I panned the page up and down, and I could even see Nellie skulking around back out the bedroom door and back in under the bed on it. I zoomed in and out briefly, and then when I was done it just went away.
I looked to my right at the door that led to the kitchen/dining room area, and then straight ahead of me, and except for the lack of electricity and Nellie being scared, everything seemed okay, amazingly enough. One thing that I noticed (a little earlier on, but I'm not sure when. Just before I went upstairs, perhaps) was that Em was not here with me. It was like she didn't live with me. I'm not sure why, though. I just know that I was living on my own with Nellie Belle.
Jason Scott Lee is a Murderer
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.
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.
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.
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