I started out in a car with Em. We went to Blockbuster Video on MacArthur by the Country Club here in Irving. (our normal one) I pulled all the way up into this alcove area, and it was kind of like a drive-thru rental place. I'm not sure if I was returning something, trying to get something, or maybe even doing a deposit or withdrawal as if I were at a bank, but the ATM looking thing in front of me wound up spitting out a quarter at me. I realized this was my change from getting two chocolate cupcakes from the vending machine at work. I wondered how Blockbuster knew that I needed the change, but I was a little worried because I knew that at this point, Em would know that I had gotten the cupcakes. Either she didn't notice or didn't say anything, but I got the quarter and put it in the change bin in the car.
I then backed out of the glass enclosure, turned around, and left. We drove over the rain gutter area and got onto the main road. I traveled for a little bit, and the next thing I knew I came up to an area that was outside in the country. It was a barren type of place, but it seemed kind of like it was almost in a barn, or outside of a barn. There were some bails of hay around, and a post with a chain connected to the top. There were some walls around, and this area varied from feeling like it was outside to feeling like it was inside.
There was someone tied up to the chain, sitting at the base of the post. As I got closer to the post, I saw that it was Teresa (from Mercedes). I'm not sure if I had her tied up there, or if someone else did. I talked with her for a bit, I think either trying to figure out a way to get her out of there, or trying talk her into staying there. I really can't remember which way I was trying to work this.
Eventually there was something about me being tied up to the chain, but I'm not sure if I was just thinking it, or if it actually happened for a short bit. Eventually this place, I realized, was Mike's (former step-father) house, and we were inside of the OLD living room. I guess I wound up being on the side of trying to get her untied and get her out of there. We finally did so, and we left.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
House Collection
Em (wife) and I were at Mike's (former step-father) house. We had gone out into the back yard next to the chicken house, and we looked into the neighbor's yard. We saw that all the houses that we had looked at in some fashion or another were being transported here to this spot. The house at Trailwood (Vanguard), the house at Basswood (Seneca), a couple of the nicer mobile homes we've looked at, one of the Pulte homes along Trinity Blvd, and some others that I don't/can't remember.
They had turned the whole yard into a neighborhood of these homes. Some were being transported there, others were being built there from scratch. All of them were in various stages of completion. The roads around were all dirt, and there was, of course, a lot of construction stuff sitting around. Even though most of these houses were no where near completion, most of them seemed to have lights on inside.
It was late evening, and I think it was even winter time, sometime in late December around Christmas. We went and looked at them, almost as if we had to decide all over again which one to go with. There was some other stuff that happened after looking around and walking through the soon-to-be streets, but I don't remember what it was.
They had turned the whole yard into a neighborhood of these homes. Some were being transported there, others were being built there from scratch. All of them were in various stages of completion. The roads around were all dirt, and there was, of course, a lot of construction stuff sitting around. Even though most of these houses were no where near completion, most of them seemed to have lights on inside.
It was late evening, and I think it was even winter time, sometime in late December around Christmas. We went and looked at them, almost as if we had to decide all over again which one to go with. There was some other stuff that happened after looking around and walking through the soon-to-be streets, but I don't remember what it was.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Boats and Cannons
The first thing I remember is that I was at this dock area, and there was someone there that was going to be instructing us on maneuvering boats. I think these were supposed to be some pretty small boats, but I'm not sure. I was in an area that was a lot like Smith Mountain Lake.
I was following the guy around and onto the docks. We went out to the end of one, turned right, went to the end of that one, and turned a small right again. There was a group of people there that we were going to be working with. Em (wife) was in the group, as were a couple of other people that I think I knew, including Phillip (from Mercedes), but I don't remember anyone else specifically. He was telling us that one of the first things about boating was that you had to have short nails. I realized I hadn't clipped mine in a while, so I got my clippers (I'm not sure from where) and started. I was clipping both my toes and my fingers as I sat at the edge of the pier.
On the last right that we had taken on the pier, I went back to that junction and went left, and sat on the edge of the pier. There was another pier that went out in front of me, a little to my left. There was a large yacht like boat tied to it, and some of the people from the class were sitting there waiting on me. Phillip was one of them. I clipped for a little while, and one of the clippings went over and landed on a piece of cloth that was next to Phillip. I think it was supposed to be like a sail or something.
Anyway, he reached over, picked it up, and flicked it into the water. I was very embarrassed because I didn't want him to see how much I was clipping off. Finally I finished up, and I got up, turned around, and went back to the right side of things.
When I did this, though, I was no longer outside, but I was inside of this large wooden room. I looked around a bit, and there was a short (about two feet long) and stubby (about 1 foot or more in diameter) cannon sitting in the middle of the far end of the room. There were stairs on either side of it, and so I went into one of the stairwells and went up. There were three or four levels above me, all wooden just like the first one, but each one was decorated a bit differently.
I eventually realized that Mom, Eric, and Matthew (brothers) were all living here. I think that for a short bit of walking through it, one of the rooms looked like my old room downstairs at Grandmamma's house. I looked through it a bit, but I knew that it wasn't really my old room. I knew it was still on the boat. (at which point it was that I realized that the rooms I was going through were wooden because they were all on an old boat, like a pirate ship or something) I think I made it all the way up to the top, and mom's room was up there. It looked a bit like my in-laws' room from Maryland.
I talked to Mom for a short bit, and then went back downstairs. When I got back to the first room, I looked around a bit. There was a skylight of some sort that was on the opposite side from the cannon, and the ceiling was very high, at least 12 feet tall. Except for that bit of light, everything was fairly dark, mainly because the wood of the room was so dark. Then, I'm not sure if I cause the first one or not, but the cannon aimed straight up, and fired directly into the ceiling. I thought for sure that mom was going to be pissed at me as I listened to it go through the floors above me, and then come crashing back down. As it did, it brought a lot of very large coins down with it. In kind a video game style sort of thing, they bounced down through the new hole in the ceiling, and then collected themselves inside the cannon, as if the cannon were collecting them. I thought, "Hey, cool!" and I set off the cannon again. It didn't really do anything the second time around, and I was a bit disappointed.
Mom poked her head down through the hole in the ceiling and was saying something about the whole incident, but I think she was voicing her surprise about finding the coins from a chest that had been demolished directly above the cannon rather than being upset about almost being shot herself.
Emily was suddenly there with me, and mom and Eric came downstairs to see what was going on. By the time they got down there, the room wasn't like it had been. It was now nearly fully furnished, and it was more like a bedroom than a cannon room on the ship. The stairs were in the middle of the wall between the closets (which were huge) and when they came down, Em was showing them all the clothes in or closets. There was some sort of armoir to my right against the wall that was full and open, the closet in front of me was open, and the one to the far left was open. The bed was to my left in the middle of the room, and clothes were (for the most part) grouped according to color. In front of me was mostly gray tee shirts and stuff, but there were a couple of red ones that had gotten mixed in. I think they were looking for green shirts for St. Patrick's Day, but were having trouble finding any.
I was following the guy around and onto the docks. We went out to the end of one, turned right, went to the end of that one, and turned a small right again. There was a group of people there that we were going to be working with. Em (wife) was in the group, as were a couple of other people that I think I knew, including Phillip (from Mercedes), but I don't remember anyone else specifically. He was telling us that one of the first things about boating was that you had to have short nails. I realized I hadn't clipped mine in a while, so I got my clippers (I'm not sure from where) and started. I was clipping both my toes and my fingers as I sat at the edge of the pier.
On the last right that we had taken on the pier, I went back to that junction and went left, and sat on the edge of the pier. There was another pier that went out in front of me, a little to my left. There was a large yacht like boat tied to it, and some of the people from the class were sitting there waiting on me. Phillip was one of them. I clipped for a little while, and one of the clippings went over and landed on a piece of cloth that was next to Phillip. I think it was supposed to be like a sail or something.
Anyway, he reached over, picked it up, and flicked it into the water. I was very embarrassed because I didn't want him to see how much I was clipping off. Finally I finished up, and I got up, turned around, and went back to the right side of things.
When I did this, though, I was no longer outside, but I was inside of this large wooden room. I looked around a bit, and there was a short (about two feet long) and stubby (about 1 foot or more in diameter) cannon sitting in the middle of the far end of the room. There were stairs on either side of it, and so I went into one of the stairwells and went up. There were three or four levels above me, all wooden just like the first one, but each one was decorated a bit differently.
I eventually realized that Mom, Eric, and Matthew (brothers) were all living here. I think that for a short bit of walking through it, one of the rooms looked like my old room downstairs at Grandmamma's house. I looked through it a bit, but I knew that it wasn't really my old room. I knew it was still on the boat. (at which point it was that I realized that the rooms I was going through were wooden because they were all on an old boat, like a pirate ship or something) I think I made it all the way up to the top, and mom's room was up there. It looked a bit like my in-laws' room from Maryland.
I talked to Mom for a short bit, and then went back downstairs. When I got back to the first room, I looked around a bit. There was a skylight of some sort that was on the opposite side from the cannon, and the ceiling was very high, at least 12 feet tall. Except for that bit of light, everything was fairly dark, mainly because the wood of the room was so dark. Then, I'm not sure if I cause the first one or not, but the cannon aimed straight up, and fired directly into the ceiling. I thought for sure that mom was going to be pissed at me as I listened to it go through the floors above me, and then come crashing back down. As it did, it brought a lot of very large coins down with it. In kind a video game style sort of thing, they bounced down through the new hole in the ceiling, and then collected themselves inside the cannon, as if the cannon were collecting them. I thought, "Hey, cool!" and I set off the cannon again. It didn't really do anything the second time around, and I was a bit disappointed.
Mom poked her head down through the hole in the ceiling and was saying something about the whole incident, but I think she was voicing her surprise about finding the coins from a chest that had been demolished directly above the cannon rather than being upset about almost being shot herself.
Emily was suddenly there with me, and mom and Eric came downstairs to see what was going on. By the time they got down there, the room wasn't like it had been. It was now nearly fully furnished, and it was more like a bedroom than a cannon room on the ship. The stairs were in the middle of the wall between the closets (which were huge) and when they came down, Em was showing them all the clothes in or closets. There was some sort of armoir to my right against the wall that was full and open, the closet in front of me was open, and the one to the far left was open. The bed was to my left in the middle of the room, and clothes were (for the most part) grouped according to color. In front of me was mostly gray tee shirts and stuff, but there were a couple of red ones that had gotten mixed in. I think they were looking for green shirts for St. Patrick's Day, but were having trouble finding any.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Wilson Girl At Church
I was at Pleasant Valley Church again, and I wound up running into this girl that I used to know from Stewart Middle School. I don't remember who it was (although I looked her up in the yearbooks, I didn't find one that seemed to match) but she was one of the kids who wound up going off to Wilson High School instead of Fort Defiance after 8th grade. She was kind of tall (although most girls seemed kind of tall in middle school *ha!*) and she had dark curly hair. There was a girl named Amanda, and another one named Amy, both of which it could have been, but I don't think it was either one.
Anyway, the service was done for the day, and so I was showing her around the church. I think we went around behind the pulpit where the pastor and the choir get ready, and I think we went behind the stage in the fellowship hall. Eventually we wound up in the fellowship hall, and we were by the fireplace. The fireplace, though, was to the left of the stage rather than on the far right wall by where you enter.
It opened up to reveal a hidden passage. (Unfortunately I don't remember HOW it opened up). We went down through there and wound up in the far end of the basement. We came through the basement and came up the stairs, and we wound up going into the sanctuary. They had closed most of the doors and had turned off the lights. We went in through the far left door (if you're outside of the sanctuary) and went up past about 5 or 10 rows of pews. There were one or two of the ushers left in there, and they were just finishing turning out the lights so that it was completely dark in there. No light was even coming through the stained glass windows even though it was still early evening outside. We were asked to leave the sanctuary so they could finish locking it up, so we did, feeling a little embarrassed because we should have realized that we couldn't stay in there, but it just didn't seem to cross our minds.
We went around and looked at other "secret passages", but I don't remember where those were or what they were like. Finally we went outside from the area of the fellowship hall, and we were on one side of the sanctuary. There was a strange set of doors that opened up on the side of the sanctuary that didn't go into the sanctuary. Instead it seemed kind of like a storage area, but also like a porch of some sort, but at the same time it was like a grand entrance into a cathedral. It was all of these things and none of these things, and even though we should have wound up directly in the sanctuary by going through the wall segments that opened up, we didn't.
I was talking with the girl for a little bit, and then Ben (a guy with braces I knew from middle school that also went to Wilson) showed up. He was getting all gruff and pissy with the girl, telling her things like she shouldn't be going through the church like that, and that she was stupid to be hanging around with me, and things like that. It made her sad, but she didn't cry. I didn't even really react much, even though some of the stuff was directed at me. I did feel bad for her, though, that he was talking to her like that. I may have asked him to stop at one point, but I'm not sure.
Anyway, the service was done for the day, and so I was showing her around the church. I think we went around behind the pulpit where the pastor and the choir get ready, and I think we went behind the stage in the fellowship hall. Eventually we wound up in the fellowship hall, and we were by the fireplace. The fireplace, though, was to the left of the stage rather than on the far right wall by where you enter.
It opened up to reveal a hidden passage. (Unfortunately I don't remember HOW it opened up). We went down through there and wound up in the far end of the basement. We came through the basement and came up the stairs, and we wound up going into the sanctuary. They had closed most of the doors and had turned off the lights. We went in through the far left door (if you're outside of the sanctuary) and went up past about 5 or 10 rows of pews. There were one or two of the ushers left in there, and they were just finishing turning out the lights so that it was completely dark in there. No light was even coming through the stained glass windows even though it was still early evening outside. We were asked to leave the sanctuary so they could finish locking it up, so we did, feeling a little embarrassed because we should have realized that we couldn't stay in there, but it just didn't seem to cross our minds.
We went around and looked at other "secret passages", but I don't remember where those were or what they were like. Finally we went outside from the area of the fellowship hall, and we were on one side of the sanctuary. There was a strange set of doors that opened up on the side of the sanctuary that didn't go into the sanctuary. Instead it seemed kind of like a storage area, but also like a porch of some sort, but at the same time it was like a grand entrance into a cathedral. It was all of these things and none of these things, and even though we should have wound up directly in the sanctuary by going through the wall segments that opened up, we didn't.
I was talking with the girl for a little bit, and then Ben (a guy with braces I knew from middle school that also went to Wilson) showed up. He was getting all gruff and pissy with the girl, telling her things like she shouldn't be going through the church like that, and that she was stupid to be hanging around with me, and things like that. It made her sad, but she didn't cry. I didn't even really react much, even though some of the stuff was directed at me. I did feel bad for her, though, that he was talking to her like that. I may have asked him to stop at one point, but I'm not sure.
Work's Out Due To Snow
I went outside, and there was quite a bit of snow on the ground. I knew from the amount of snow that was there, they were going to call off work. I was out in the area around the mailboxes in front of my building at the Villas in Irving. I'm not sure what else I was doing, but Roy and a few others from work were there. I think that once the announcement to call off work was made, then it pretty much stopped snowing, and started melting off.
I went down past Em's car, down the stairs, and to the sidewalk. Instead of turning and going towards our apartment, I turned and went off in the direction of the dumpster. I followed the sidewalk, and I wound up running into this guy that was in the very back corner of the complex. The sidewalk extended all the way out to there, and he was there off the right side of the side walk, and we were up on a little bit of a hill. He was drunk and being really rude, and maybe even a bit dangerous. Someone else was there with me (perhaps Em), and either we decided to act like cops, or we actually were cops for a short bit, but either way, we wound up doing something to get him to leave from this corner of the lot and to go back home.
There was something really odd about this particular spot. It was almost as if there were some sort of sphere around him and us, and I think this was the real reason why he was there. It had a bit of feeling of being physical, but at the same time, it wasn't fully any sort of physical structure. Either it was made of energy, or some sort of quantum force, or it was something closer to cobwebs. Anyway, after he finally left, we didn't see where we went, so we turned and came back towards our apartment. Just as we were leaving the area, we somehow figured out that the guy lived on the very top floor of the building there at the corner of the complex.
Finally I got back to the apartment, and I went inside. It was kind of dark inside, and there weren't any lights on. It was pretty overcast out, and it was getting late in the afternoon anyway. After I got inside, I saw that Matthew (brother) was visiting, and I saw that he was having trouble with playing the GameCube. I'm not 100% sure what the trouble was, but I think it had something to do with huge sheets of cobwebs.
I was in the area of my computer desk, and I looked in the direction of Em's desk. There, kind of sealing it off, was one large sheet of cobweb just hanging down in front of her desk. This may have been where the GameCube was sitting, and therefore the reason why Matthew couldn't play it. He didn't want to disturb them or clear them away, but he wanted to play. I didn't really want to touch them, either, and I'm not even sure that Em was here at all.
I went down past Em's car, down the stairs, and to the sidewalk. Instead of turning and going towards our apartment, I turned and went off in the direction of the dumpster. I followed the sidewalk, and I wound up running into this guy that was in the very back corner of the complex. The sidewalk extended all the way out to there, and he was there off the right side of the side walk, and we were up on a little bit of a hill. He was drunk and being really rude, and maybe even a bit dangerous. Someone else was there with me (perhaps Em), and either we decided to act like cops, or we actually were cops for a short bit, but either way, we wound up doing something to get him to leave from this corner of the lot and to go back home.
There was something really odd about this particular spot. It was almost as if there were some sort of sphere around him and us, and I think this was the real reason why he was there. It had a bit of feeling of being physical, but at the same time, it wasn't fully any sort of physical structure. Either it was made of energy, or some sort of quantum force, or it was something closer to cobwebs. Anyway, after he finally left, we didn't see where we went, so we turned and came back towards our apartment. Just as we were leaving the area, we somehow figured out that the guy lived on the very top floor of the building there at the corner of the complex.
Finally I got back to the apartment, and I went inside. It was kind of dark inside, and there weren't any lights on. It was pretty overcast out, and it was getting late in the afternoon anyway. After I got inside, I saw that Matthew (brother) was visiting, and I saw that he was having trouble with playing the GameCube. I'm not 100% sure what the trouble was, but I think it had something to do with huge sheets of cobwebs.
I was in the area of my computer desk, and I looked in the direction of Em's desk. There, kind of sealing it off, was one large sheet of cobweb just hanging down in front of her desk. This may have been where the GameCube was sitting, and therefore the reason why Matthew couldn't play it. He didn't want to disturb them or clear them away, but he wanted to play. I didn't really want to touch them, either, and I'm not even sure that Em was here at all.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Boat Ride To Kings Dominion
I was on a large boat, kind of like a large-ish yacht. We were riding along through a large bay and the land was mostly off to my right. (Note: this is the same coastal city that I've dreamed about at least two other times: once where I blew up some building or went underwater trying to find or save something, and the other where it was all frozen over and people were doing some sort of tricks on the glaciers) We were traveling pretty quickly, and I could see the docks around us.
I knew that there was a sharp turn of some sort coming up soon, and just as I looked out of the boat, I saw that there were docks immediately in front of us. The boat operator did a quick maneuver, and we turned left quite easily. We didn't even get jostled around too bad. It was only about like making a quick turn in a car. We then make several other quick turns as we wound our way into our parking area. I was surprised to see how agile the boat was on top of the water, and how it seemed to handle so much like a car.
Finally we pulled up to our area, and we all got out. We were filtering through this large entry way into Kings Dominion. It was kind of like it was in a tent, and the walls and ceiling were all lit from the outside like canvas that was letting in a bit of light, but it wasn't very sunny out. As we were passing through this long tent (about 50 or 100 feet long?), we were passing all these games and quarter vending machines (like gumball machines in grocery stores). There were rows of them back to back.
We were making our way down an aisle in the middle of them, and the rows extended off in either direction (so they were perpendicular to the aisle) There were various workers in shorts, tee shirts, and aprons. The aprons held things like money for exchanges, and things like that, kind of like someone working at an arcade.
When I was about halfway through, I passed someone that looked familiar on my right. I looked again, and it was Brian (guy from school and church). I made an effort to turn as I was going by him, wave, nod, and say, "How's it goin', Brian?" He did a bit of a double take and looked at me. He smiled hesitantly, like he didn't really know who I was, but I looked familiar to him. He said something like, "Hey! Good. And you?"
And then it clicked. He recognized me. His face brightened a bit, but still had a concerned look to it. He said, "Hey, come over here, Jeremy, and let me get a better look at you." or something like that. I knew that he had noticed my huge weight gain since the last time I had seen him, and he was considering saying something about it. I didn't think that he would, and he didn't. Anyway, I didn't want to turn around and talk to him because that would mean messing up the flow of the line I was in, but I did anyway because I really didn't want to be rude to him.
I turned and went back, and got into the row he was in. He chit-chatted with me for a bit in and out of helping to lead people through the aisle. (I guess they were needed to help direct the people into the park) While I was talking to him, I saw another familiar face out of the people that were helping out. Brian called over Jamiee (blond girl from school, on cross country team), and she came up and talked to me briefly.
I could tell that she was having a little bit of trouble placing who I was, too, but I think it finally clicked. Then she had to leave and go to another area where she was needed. I ended my conversation with Brian, and I wished him well and told him that I'd see him later. I then continued on through the line, but the dream ended soon after this.
I knew that there was a sharp turn of some sort coming up soon, and just as I looked out of the boat, I saw that there were docks immediately in front of us. The boat operator did a quick maneuver, and we turned left quite easily. We didn't even get jostled around too bad. It was only about like making a quick turn in a car. We then make several other quick turns as we wound our way into our parking area. I was surprised to see how agile the boat was on top of the water, and how it seemed to handle so much like a car.
Finally we pulled up to our area, and we all got out. We were filtering through this large entry way into Kings Dominion. It was kind of like it was in a tent, and the walls and ceiling were all lit from the outside like canvas that was letting in a bit of light, but it wasn't very sunny out. As we were passing through this long tent (about 50 or 100 feet long?), we were passing all these games and quarter vending machines (like gumball machines in grocery stores). There were rows of them back to back.
We were making our way down an aisle in the middle of them, and the rows extended off in either direction (so they were perpendicular to the aisle) There were various workers in shorts, tee shirts, and aprons. The aprons held things like money for exchanges, and things like that, kind of like someone working at an arcade.
When I was about halfway through, I passed someone that looked familiar on my right. I looked again, and it was Brian (guy from school and church). I made an effort to turn as I was going by him, wave, nod, and say, "How's it goin', Brian?" He did a bit of a double take and looked at me. He smiled hesitantly, like he didn't really know who I was, but I looked familiar to him. He said something like, "Hey! Good. And you?"
And then it clicked. He recognized me. His face brightened a bit, but still had a concerned look to it. He said, "Hey, come over here, Jeremy, and let me get a better look at you." or something like that. I knew that he had noticed my huge weight gain since the last time I had seen him, and he was considering saying something about it. I didn't think that he would, and he didn't. Anyway, I didn't want to turn around and talk to him because that would mean messing up the flow of the line I was in, but I did anyway because I really didn't want to be rude to him.
I turned and went back, and got into the row he was in. He chit-chatted with me for a bit in and out of helping to lead people through the aisle. (I guess they were needed to help direct the people into the park) While I was talking to him, I saw another familiar face out of the people that were helping out. Brian called over Jamiee (blond girl from school, on cross country team), and she came up and talked to me briefly.
I could tell that she was having a little bit of trouble placing who I was, too, but I think it finally clicked. Then she had to leave and go to another area where she was needed. I ended my conversation with Brian, and I wished him well and told him that I'd see him later. I then continued on through the line, but the dream ended soon after this.
Monday, April 04, 2005
They're Coming
I was at Stephen's (friend from school) house, and we were just hanging out. I don't remember much of what we were doing, but I know that his dad was around there somewhere. (he passed away a few years ago in waking life) At some point, his mom told us that dinner was ready, so we went to his kitchen to eat.
The layout was a little different than his real kitchen. I think his kitchen was supposed to be more where his "formal" living room was supposed to be, and instead of eating at the table, we were eating by the window. I don't really remember what was cooked for us, but I think it may have been some sort of stew or something. I was really afraid of not liking it, but I think I made myself eat anyway. It wasn't as bad as I had feared, so that was good. We talked for a bit more while we ate. I think we were talking about things like physics and religion.
At some point during this conversation, I remember something about being outside while talking to Stephen inside. I'm not sure if I was talking to him through an open window (which the sill acted as our table) or if I was supposed to still be inside but just watching this from a third party point of view.
Anywho, as we talked, the scene around us seemed to change somewhat, and I eventually wound up in this big library. I was now at school, and I was in some sort of class that was discussing physics and religion. We were in a bit of time where we were supposed to be working amongst ourselves and working in groups. The group I was working with was mainly girls. I think there were two or three of them, one of which was Jenny (younger girl that rode my bus). The second girl may have been someone like Ashley (girl from school, daughter of Agriculture teacher at the middle school), although I'm not really sure who it was.
Ashley was doing something to try to pass a note to someone that was in the middle of the class. We were situated kind of strangely. Most of the people were at tables and desks in the middle of the library, but some of us were around that area on the floor, sitting at the beginnings of rows of shelves. Anyway, I think that Ashley threw the note that she had, and it bounced off of a desk or something and came back to her. We found it a bit funny, and the teacher, who was a young guy, kind of like the science teacher from Donnie Darko, came over to see what was going on. We were trying to hide what she had done, but it just seemed so funny that the note came flying back at her that we were having a hard time not giggling about it. The teacher told us that we needed to get our work done, and he left.
Then we had this "survey" that we were supposed to finish up. It was mostly typed up, but we had to add some stuff in by hand. After adding stuff, we knew that we had to go and type it up again, so I offered to go to the library(!) and do it. When I said "library", though, I was thinking of the one at Pleasant Valley Church. Jenny was saying that she would do it, and I told her that I could type really fast. She said that she could, too, but I finally was able to convince her that I could type faster.
While trying to convince her, I was making typing movements in the air, kind of like I was trying to taunt her. I was kind of giggling about it, but she finally gave in and let me go do it. So I left, and then I was "at work", which happened to be in the basement of Pleasant Valley Church. I guess I had missed the library all together.
I was talking to Cobbie (from Mercedes), and he was collecting for some Christian charity. We were in the area of the room at the corner of the basement, near the area where the "arts and crafts" room for bible school was. (also where the church ladies would get together and put together quilts) I told him that I really wanted to donate, but I was feeling around and I didn't seem to have my wallet. I told him that if I found it, I would donate to him, and he said okay. I had a feeling that he didn't believe me because I never took him up on things like this. I wanted to show him that I didn't always turn him down. So I went over across the room, which was in the area of the Youth Room. There didn't seem to be any walls up between where the rooms normally were.
Anyway, I went over to sit against the wall, when I felt something next to my right knee. It was my wallet. It turned out to be in "my other pants". So I reached down inside the loose fitting pants I was wearing, and I found the low and deep pocket of the pair of pants I was wearing under them. I fished around, and with a bit of trouble, I finally pulled out my wallet. I turned and looked at Cobbie and gave him a grin, letting him know that I had found my wallet. I sat down and started going through it. I had a lot of ones in there. Some were out flat, and others folded in half. I probably had $20-$25 in ones, it looked like. I decided to pull out 5 ones to give to Cobbie.
I was sitting in a metal fold-down chair, and Cynthia and Phillip (from Mercedes) were to my left. Cynthia was kind of in front of me, and Phillip was more in line with me, flat up against the wall. I was afraid of Cynthia would see me counting the money and demand that I give her some, so I was trying to be kind of discreet about it. As I was going through the money, I noticed that I also had quite a few fives in there. I was going through the money that was folded in half.
I started pulling out ones to give to Cobbie, and as I did, I noticed two strange things. I had a $3 bill and a $4 bill. They were both kind of yellowish-pink in color (kind of like the new color on the recent $20) and I pulled them out to take a look at them. I thought it was really strange that I had those. As I looked closer, I saw that they were actually gift certificates for some seafood restaurant, and they had a location (I think) and a signature both written in by a manager. I thought that Phillip would get a kick out of them, so I got his attention and handed them over to him. He took a look at them and grinned. At first he thought they were real, like I did, but then he saw the extra writing, too.
Then we all had to go outside. Some guy showed up, and he was going to have us searching for whale bones. So we got up and left with various types of equipment. They were mostly things like nets and buckets. I'm not sure what this guy was supposed to look like, but it seems that I did get a glance at him once or twice. He may have been kind of older, short, and stocky, with a horizontally striped shirt, and some sort of hat on that may have been white. I think it was kind of supposed to be "sailor garb". But I'm not very sure about this.
Anyway, we kept walking until we were out in the yard of Mike's (former step-father) house. We were up kind of close to the road, out at the far corner of the yard next to the field. (the corner where mom had her flower bed and the Christmas tree that we had planted that one year) We were looking around out there near the bank, and it was kind of like we were supposed to be able to look in the grass and ground almost as if it were water. We could swish or nets down into the ground and try to pull things up and look for things moving.
I think we only wound up finding one or two when we started hearing this loud rumbling off in the distance from the direction of Weyers Cave. The teacher gave a bit of a start, and he said something about, "Here come the..." He used a word to describe what was coming, but I don't remember what it was. No one really knew what he was talking about, and he was telling us that they were like the whales, but much much worse. He was telling us that they wouldn't hesitate for a moment to kill us where we stand.
Then the rumbling got much louder, and from behind the hill in front of 256 came a group of motorcyclists. These were leather clad, Harley riding, hard core bikers. There were one or two per bike, and they were all heading in the direction of Grottoes. We all scattered. I went and ran inside Mike's house, which was supposed to be my house, too, at the time. Just as I was going inside, I saw some of them, out of the corner of my eye, turn and come up our road. I got inside and slammed shut the screen door. For whatever reason, I didn't shut or lock the main inner door.
Anyway, Em (wife) was inside on her computer, and she didn't have any idea about what was going on. I told her about it, but she didn't seem worried. I was pretty worried, though. She was in the old "living room" area, but this, somehow, was up on the second floor. The part of the house that I was going back and forth in was all on one level, but where I came in at the front door was level with the ground, while at the other side of the house (facing 256) was up on the second floor, and it even seemed high enough to be up on the third floor.
Anyway, I went back to the front door and peeked out. I saw a couple of them moving around the yard looking for people to kill, and I thought that they had seen me peeking out, but I jumped back around the corner of the door, and they never came over to me, so I guess they hadn't. I went back in and talked to Em about it some more. We looked out the windows, and there just seemed to be more and more of them going down the road. It was a never ending group of them, just like the teacher/sailor had warned us.
Finally we thought we were at the end of them, and I went to my old bedroom at the end of the house to look towards the hill in front of 256. When I looked, I saw that reality was unraveling, and we were sitting at the edge of the known universe. There were pink swirls of gas where the hill had been, and there was nothing beyond it. Just white[?!]. There seemed to be a brief moment where they seemed done.
I went back in to tell Em about it, and we saw the last few of them driving off towards Grottoes. A couple of them pulled off and went to the woods at the far end of the field where Tom's (owner of the local turkey farm) house was, and drew out swords. They seemed to be taunting something just inside the edge of the woods, and one of them started sword fighting. I saw and heard the clanging, but I'm not sure what he was fighting with. I think it was the owner of the house that was there (but it wasn't Tom).
Then we heard more of them coming again. Em and I got really scared, and we were peeking out from behind the curtains of the upstairs out towards 256. We were afraid that they'd see us peeking out, but we had to keep an eye out and see what was going on. I realized, soon after this, that this was probably it. We were going to die a horrible and violet death. I thought I could maybe try to fight them, but I realized that I just wanted it over as soon as possible. I wanted them to just decapitate me and get it over with quickly. I lamented about feeling this way for a bit, but I finally just waited for it to happen, because I knew it was coming, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. I didn't know what to do or say for Em, because I didn't thing she really understood that yet.
The layout was a little different than his real kitchen. I think his kitchen was supposed to be more where his "formal" living room was supposed to be, and instead of eating at the table, we were eating by the window. I don't really remember what was cooked for us, but I think it may have been some sort of stew or something. I was really afraid of not liking it, but I think I made myself eat anyway. It wasn't as bad as I had feared, so that was good. We talked for a bit more while we ate. I think we were talking about things like physics and religion.
At some point during this conversation, I remember something about being outside while talking to Stephen inside. I'm not sure if I was talking to him through an open window (which the sill acted as our table) or if I was supposed to still be inside but just watching this from a third party point of view.
Anywho, as we talked, the scene around us seemed to change somewhat, and I eventually wound up in this big library. I was now at school, and I was in some sort of class that was discussing physics and religion. We were in a bit of time where we were supposed to be working amongst ourselves and working in groups. The group I was working with was mainly girls. I think there were two or three of them, one of which was Jenny (younger girl that rode my bus). The second girl may have been someone like Ashley (girl from school, daughter of Agriculture teacher at the middle school), although I'm not really sure who it was.
Ashley was doing something to try to pass a note to someone that was in the middle of the class. We were situated kind of strangely. Most of the people were at tables and desks in the middle of the library, but some of us were around that area on the floor, sitting at the beginnings of rows of shelves. Anyway, I think that Ashley threw the note that she had, and it bounced off of a desk or something and came back to her. We found it a bit funny, and the teacher, who was a young guy, kind of like the science teacher from Donnie Darko, came over to see what was going on. We were trying to hide what she had done, but it just seemed so funny that the note came flying back at her that we were having a hard time not giggling about it. The teacher told us that we needed to get our work done, and he left.
Then we had this "survey" that we were supposed to finish up. It was mostly typed up, but we had to add some stuff in by hand. After adding stuff, we knew that we had to go and type it up again, so I offered to go to the library(!) and do it. When I said "library", though, I was thinking of the one at Pleasant Valley Church. Jenny was saying that she would do it, and I told her that I could type really fast. She said that she could, too, but I finally was able to convince her that I could type faster.
While trying to convince her, I was making typing movements in the air, kind of like I was trying to taunt her. I was kind of giggling about it, but she finally gave in and let me go do it. So I left, and then I was "at work", which happened to be in the basement of Pleasant Valley Church. I guess I had missed the library all together.
I was talking to Cobbie (from Mercedes), and he was collecting for some Christian charity. We were in the area of the room at the corner of the basement, near the area where the "arts and crafts" room for bible school was. (also where the church ladies would get together and put together quilts) I told him that I really wanted to donate, but I was feeling around and I didn't seem to have my wallet. I told him that if I found it, I would donate to him, and he said okay. I had a feeling that he didn't believe me because I never took him up on things like this. I wanted to show him that I didn't always turn him down. So I went over across the room, which was in the area of the Youth Room. There didn't seem to be any walls up between where the rooms normally were.
Anyway, I went over to sit against the wall, when I felt something next to my right knee. It was my wallet. It turned out to be in "my other pants". So I reached down inside the loose fitting pants I was wearing, and I found the low and deep pocket of the pair of pants I was wearing under them. I fished around, and with a bit of trouble, I finally pulled out my wallet. I turned and looked at Cobbie and gave him a grin, letting him know that I had found my wallet. I sat down and started going through it. I had a lot of ones in there. Some were out flat, and others folded in half. I probably had $20-$25 in ones, it looked like. I decided to pull out 5 ones to give to Cobbie.
I was sitting in a metal fold-down chair, and Cynthia and Phillip (from Mercedes) were to my left. Cynthia was kind of in front of me, and Phillip was more in line with me, flat up against the wall. I was afraid of Cynthia would see me counting the money and demand that I give her some, so I was trying to be kind of discreet about it. As I was going through the money, I noticed that I also had quite a few fives in there. I was going through the money that was folded in half.
I started pulling out ones to give to Cobbie, and as I did, I noticed two strange things. I had a $3 bill and a $4 bill. They were both kind of yellowish-pink in color (kind of like the new color on the recent $20) and I pulled them out to take a look at them. I thought it was really strange that I had those. As I looked closer, I saw that they were actually gift certificates for some seafood restaurant, and they had a location (I think) and a signature both written in by a manager. I thought that Phillip would get a kick out of them, so I got his attention and handed them over to him. He took a look at them and grinned. At first he thought they were real, like I did, but then he saw the extra writing, too.
Then we all had to go outside. Some guy showed up, and he was going to have us searching for whale bones. So we got up and left with various types of equipment. They were mostly things like nets and buckets. I'm not sure what this guy was supposed to look like, but it seems that I did get a glance at him once or twice. He may have been kind of older, short, and stocky, with a horizontally striped shirt, and some sort of hat on that may have been white. I think it was kind of supposed to be "sailor garb". But I'm not very sure about this.
Anyway, we kept walking until we were out in the yard of Mike's (former step-father) house. We were up kind of close to the road, out at the far corner of the yard next to the field. (the corner where mom had her flower bed and the Christmas tree that we had planted that one year) We were looking around out there near the bank, and it was kind of like we were supposed to be able to look in the grass and ground almost as if it were water. We could swish or nets down into the ground and try to pull things up and look for things moving.
I think we only wound up finding one or two when we started hearing this loud rumbling off in the distance from the direction of Weyers Cave. The teacher gave a bit of a start, and he said something about, "Here come the..." He used a word to describe what was coming, but I don't remember what it was. No one really knew what he was talking about, and he was telling us that they were like the whales, but much much worse. He was telling us that they wouldn't hesitate for a moment to kill us where we stand.
Then the rumbling got much louder, and from behind the hill in front of 256 came a group of motorcyclists. These were leather clad, Harley riding, hard core bikers. There were one or two per bike, and they were all heading in the direction of Grottoes. We all scattered. I went and ran inside Mike's house, which was supposed to be my house, too, at the time. Just as I was going inside, I saw some of them, out of the corner of my eye, turn and come up our road. I got inside and slammed shut the screen door. For whatever reason, I didn't shut or lock the main inner door.
Anyway, Em (wife) was inside on her computer, and she didn't have any idea about what was going on. I told her about it, but she didn't seem worried. I was pretty worried, though. She was in the old "living room" area, but this, somehow, was up on the second floor. The part of the house that I was going back and forth in was all on one level, but where I came in at the front door was level with the ground, while at the other side of the house (facing 256) was up on the second floor, and it even seemed high enough to be up on the third floor.
Anyway, I went back to the front door and peeked out. I saw a couple of them moving around the yard looking for people to kill, and I thought that they had seen me peeking out, but I jumped back around the corner of the door, and they never came over to me, so I guess they hadn't. I went back in and talked to Em about it some more. We looked out the windows, and there just seemed to be more and more of them going down the road. It was a never ending group of them, just like the teacher/sailor had warned us.
Finally we thought we were at the end of them, and I went to my old bedroom at the end of the house to look towards the hill in front of 256. When I looked, I saw that reality was unraveling, and we were sitting at the edge of the known universe. There were pink swirls of gas where the hill had been, and there was nothing beyond it. Just white[?!]. There seemed to be a brief moment where they seemed done.
I went back in to tell Em about it, and we saw the last few of them driving off towards Grottoes. A couple of them pulled off and went to the woods at the far end of the field where Tom's (owner of the local turkey farm) house was, and drew out swords. They seemed to be taunting something just inside the edge of the woods, and one of them started sword fighting. I saw and heard the clanging, but I'm not sure what he was fighting with. I think it was the owner of the house that was there (but it wasn't Tom).
Then we heard more of them coming again. Em and I got really scared, and we were peeking out from behind the curtains of the upstairs out towards 256. We were afraid that they'd see us peeking out, but we had to keep an eye out and see what was going on. I realized, soon after this, that this was probably it. We were going to die a horrible and violet death. I thought I could maybe try to fight them, but I realized that I just wanted it over as soon as possible. I wanted them to just decapitate me and get it over with quickly. I lamented about feeling this way for a bit, but I finally just waited for it to happen, because I knew it was coming, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. I didn't know what to do or say for Em, because I didn't thing she really understood that yet.
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