Water anyone?

My two cousins, my dad, his brother, my mom, my little sister and I were walking around the city after eating dinner at a restaurant. It was dark out and everything was peaceful. As we rounded the corner of a giant skyscraper, I noticed the moon was rather large and low in the sky. It looked as if it were taking up most of the sky and was a blazing orange color. The color was becoming dull and then bright again in a sweeping motion from left to right and making a whooshing sound, as if the wind were blowing the color in quick, strong gusts. In an almost bored tone, I asked my father what was going on with the moon. He said something about the sun being in some sort of alignment with the earth and moon that was rare and creating this strange reaction. There was no need to worry unless strange things started happening.

He hadn't really even finished saying this when a crack formed in the water fountain that magically appeared (yet I feel like it had been there the whole time). The water began to boil in the fountain and my dad and his brother went into action. "Shit! Get inside...this is bad..." So we all ran into the nearest building, which just happened to be my cousins' school.

My dad's brother said that if there was going to be a safe place, this school was going to be it. I wanted to ask why, but I got distracted by how awesome this school was. Overall, it was in the shape of a circle. The main room (which we were in) was the center of the circle and each "classroom" was actually just little sections going around the circle. Each room was divided by a wall, but only a glass wall separated all the rooms from the central room. It was very cool to stand in the center and slowly rotate and see inside all the classrooms...which, my cousins informed me, were actually called glassrooms. The glass actually turned out to be a one way mirror, so no student could see the other glassrooms or the central room. Each glassroom had only 10 chairs in it and they were all those mesh wheely chairs that lean back slightly and are very comfortable.

My cousins began to pass the nervous time by telling me about how their school worked. It was very prestigious and you had to have certain qualities to be a student there, but it wasn't necessarily intelligence based because John T. wasn't very smart all the time, but he was good at math (it will be noted here that I have no idea who John T. is or was in this dream...I assume just some other student). I tried to direct my attention to our fathers who were busy scrambling around and muttering to either themselves or each other...it's not very clear which one it was.

Finally, they called us over to an empty glassroom and piled us all in. They had a small pile of snack machine snacks and a stack of bottled water. Then my dad said,

"The sun seems to have had a bad reaction on the moon after all. We were hoping this wouldn't happen...but all the water on the planet will soon begin boiling. It's already started in the shallow waters, but soon the oceans will too...we'll try to wait it out, but as this has never happened before, we're not sure how this will all end. Unfortunately, the rotation of the earth is also stuck right now, so it's gonna be dark for a loooong time. At least the water will be boiling to keep us warm..."

Another water dream...another end of the world dream.

This is slowly becoming unnerving now.

Martian Marine Base

(I dream in Sci-Fi)

I started out on the beach...don't know what beach, but it was clearly THE beach. A shudder was heard immediately followed by shouts and screams from the other beach goers. Everyone around me looked like frightened animals...unaware of what to do other than run around in a zig-zag pattern with eyes white with fear. I found them disgusting...then I realized that the water was rising. It was as if some one on the other side of the water had turned a faucet on and now our side of the water was rising. It was smooth, but rapid. I looked around for an escape and realized I was standing next to a very tall building. I ran to the building and started climbing. Once the other people saw me, some of the more advanced thinkers began to follow.

Once I was inside, I realized that this building had access to a transporter. I was so thrilled! The world was slowly being drowned and I found a transporter! I jumped into the transporter and typed in Mars Base and the next thing I knew, I was on one of the Martian Marine Corps Bases...TQ...

I found Bryan's room pretty quickly. He wasn't there, but his roommate was...he was still at work. I decided that I would hide under the covers of his bed, so I flattened myself out and got comfy. His roommate gave a pill that would make my breathing so shallow that Bryan wouldn't be able to see the covers moving up and down.

BIG MISTAKE! Bryan came back and was upset and yelling and pacing....he never even went to his bed! The only way the pill stopped working was if I was kissed...and if I stayed too long under the influence, I would eventually die. Time was running out, and Bryan had gone to the gym...

He eventually came back, took a shower, went to get food and then climbed into his bed. He was so upset when he realized I had died...

He then killed his roommate for giving me the pill...

Waking up times.

Zombie Army

The president (some guy I made up) wanted to create a "zombie" army. This wasn't supposed to be an army of the living dead, but rather, regular people who had gone through horrifying transformations to their body and mind. These transformations were made by slowly torturing the people psychologically and through slow and deliberate mutilation. This was to make the zombie army completely free of the fear of pain and suffering, have a tremendous pain tolerance, and ashamed of the way they look so they would never try to escape and try to live in the outside world. The army was to be housed in a huge bunker (dungeon) under the White House and was to be used whenever they were needed for hand-to-hand combat and shock-and-awe or even to control Americans who opposed the government through protests and other gatherings. Recruitment for this army was abduction, and I was abducted outside of my old high school.

The scene reminded me of the Holocaust. Thousands of "recruits" were ushered out of the unmarked vans and buses that had brought them to the warehouse and told to form into platoons. There were twenty platoons total, each platoon consisted of sixty-three people. A greatly disfigured man stood on a platform facing all of the platoons and began to speak. This is where we learned about what was going to happen to us. We were told to be on our best behavior because if we weren't, worse things would happen that would really hurt. If we let the creators do what they were made to do, then they would be nice to us. After the briefing, the platoon leaders formed their platoon into squads and fireteams. Each squad had a leader and four fireteam leaders each with four members. My name was called as a fireteam leader and I moved to where they told me to go. I looked down the line to learn the faces of the people I was to be in charge of. The guy next to me looked crazy.

Each platoon leader ended up being one of the creators the man had told us about. They were called creators because they were in the original group of twenty-five that the government made. Oddly, they were all very nice. It was as if they didn't have a care in the world and were genuinely happy to be making us into them. They led us to different stations where we had to go through some of the psychological break down "classes", most of which had to do with us believing that we were about to die. They would give us directions before each one began, and if we didn't follow the directions exactly we would die. The directions were pretty much the same through each. Hold still, don't freak out, relax...

Then we were all taken to a room with hundreds of pods and a big loading dock with several semi-trucks waiting outside. I saw a little girl who couldn't have been more than four years old. She wanted me to stay with her, because she had been through this before but had failed and had to restart, but this time she wasn't as scared. In order to be with her, I had to leave my platoon and join hers. This new platoon was led by a woman who was greatly disfigured and was also the nicest of them all. She treated her platoon like a business and her platoon members were the customers and they were always right and deserved the highest amount of hospitality she could give. She explained the pod system and how we had to follow the directions very closely or we would die and that wouldn't be very good for us or the program.

Each pod could hold one person and a stool. To be loaded into the pod, we had to sit on the stool and have two hooks inserted on both sides of our head with a large rope attached to them and then tied to our feet. Then a machine would crank the rope tight so that our feet would be winched to our heads and we would be essentially folded up. Then the stool would be taken away and we would be lowered completely into the pod and then they would put the lid on. We were told not to freak out or move because we could really hurt our brains from the hooks and could potentially have other problems resulting in death. The woman took to the girl and began to load her into a pod. As she was folding her up, the little girl started to freak out and eventually strangled herself. The woman just made a slight frown and said that she failed had at the same part the last time.

Then it was my turn. I sat on the stool and they began to screw the hooks into my head. As they were doing that, the woman stood in front of me and explained that before I could be shipped there were certain mutilations that had to be performed to begin the process of my disfigurement. They were only go to do the beginning ones, so there was no reason to worry. Then she said the first one was the cutting off of a portion of my lower lip. She had in her hand rusty, linesman pliers and began to squeeze a 1/2 inch of my lower lip. She squeezed slowly and I could feel it getting tighter and tighter on my lip. She then grunted and said with a smile that my lip seemed to be rather fat and was giving her some trouble. She was still squeezing as they began to winch my legs. I was trying not to care, so I made a joke which she laughed at and then my lip gave way and had been cut. I felt the blood gush out of my lip and pour down my shirt. I looked down and she said that I seemed to be a gusher. Then she grabbed my face and said "smile, smile! You have to smile so it will heal properly! Keep smiling, working your face, your lip, just keep your mouth moving and smiling! Don't stop!" Then she ran and got me a towel to wipe my blood off my clothes, but instructed me not to touch my lip, although I could wipe off my chin...

Then I woke up.

The end all be all

Bryan and I boarded the cruise-liner for our honeymoon to discover that everyone we've ever known was also taking a cruise that week. Fantastic. Interesting as it is, it doesn't seem too crazy of a situation, and we settle into our cabin for what should have been a romantic and relaxing honeymoon. Not long into the trip, we feel a shudder and rush out onto the deck area. Not knowing what had happened, we asked a fellow passenger what was going on. He motioned over to the rear of the ship and there we saw it. We had been harpooned. Oh, that's just awesome.

As we were being dragged backwards through the water, many of the other passengers started to get anxious, while I was getting more and more angry. It would happen on my honeymoon, after all. We were finally dragged all the way to a secluded beach on a tiny little island. It was beginning to seem rather Gilligan's Islandy and I was becoming rather bitchy. I just happened to look at the boat as it was sinking (why it was sinking still remains a mystery) and I noticed the name painted neatly on the side. It was The Ark.

Well, shit.

I ran through the crowd of people I've known through out my life gathered on the beach. (It's interesting to note at this point that they're clothes have all been tattered and torn from the few minutes that we've all been stranded). I finally find Bryan, for whom I didn't know was missing until now, and told him what the name of the boat was. He looked down at me and said, "It's ok, Emily. I made sure we got on that boat for a reason." AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

As I run in the opposite direction, I see a giant hand herding the masses into a giant, weird, metal, round structure that I, of course, didn't notice until now. I don't want to follow, but the sky is becoming increasingly threatening and the waves are starting to pick up. We enter the structure through a giant metal revolving door and are guided through a series of twists and turns before we come out on the other side. The other side has people walking about in lab coats and glasses, carrying tubes and beakers and all sorts of scientific-looking gloob. Again, awesome.

Then, the old man from the Truman Show walks up (You know, the crazy guy that started the whole show...) and says:

"You're world was ending, so we decided to pull you out. You are the lucky ones. Some of you got left behind. You may be wondering, 'why me?'. Well, that's simple. You are the most watched. You are the most entertaining. We actually like you."

I wake up.

El Vomitar

There are people who say that every dream means something. Like your brain is trying to tell you something about your life from a deep and mysterious cavern while you slumber. I believe that this could be true some of the time, however, from my experiences with my own subconscious, I certainly hope this is not the case.

I've kept journals in the past where I would write down my dreams each morning as best as I could. It became a writing exercise for me, for I found that it is extremely hard to try and describe the things that would happen in my sleeping mind. So, it went on for years and I thought I would try writing a story about a man who suffered (yes, suffered) from ridiculous dreams. Let's not talk about what happened with that...

Moving on!

This is a dream from a couple of nights ago. I was apparently a music major at some university.

I'm sitting in a practice room. If you've ever been in a practice room then you know what it feels like. A tight, cramped cement box with sound proofing and a heavy door. This one had a lot of pencil graffiti on the walls. You know, things like "Call Mary for a good time..." "Tina + Jake 4 eva" "Trisha & Samantha R triflin' biatches". So, I'm sitting in my chair, my back is straight, my instrument is on my lap (it's a violin today) and I'm staring at the wall. There isn't any music in front of me. I'm just sitting there.

I'm listening. I hear them. It's thousands of screeching clarinets. They all sound different but equally annoying. Some sound like dying cats. Some sound like boiling lobsters. It's a horrifying sound and it's getting louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, a few trombones come in. They are doing those annoying trombone sounds where they slide all the notes up and down and up and down the instrument. The sound is becoming unbearable but I just sit there. More and more instruments are coming in now. I hear a flute being high pitched and out of tune. I hear a french horn squawking and ripping the tone in two. I look down at my violin. I touch the strings and they crumble into ash. All this is happening, the sound is deafening. I start to cry. What have I done to the violin? At that moment, I know it's not my instrument. I'm still crying as I walk over to the violin case to put it away. As I get closer, the other instruments are getting quieter. I put the violin away and then close the case. The instant the case clicks shut, I hear it. One lone clarinet. It's beautiful. Just one single note it holds for what seems like forever. Then it goes into the lower register and begins to arpeggio up and down the range of the instrument. I sit down on the floor and bury my face in my hands. Other instruments start to join in. It's a beautiful melody I've never heard before. I feel better and better as each instrument adds in.

Then, when I think all the instruments have been added in, I hear one more. It's just as alone as when the clarinet first began it's song. It's standing out among all the other voices, yet it doesn't injure the over all sound. Then I realize, this is a duet between this instrument and the lone clarinet. It begins to drive me crazy that I don't know what it is. I run out of the practice room. I'm searching for the room where all the instruments are. I finally find it and much to my surprise, the instruments are not being played by anybody, but it is obvious that the sound is coming from them. I spot the clarinet in the front and begin to look for it's partner.

It's a saxophone! I can hardly believe that I didn't know the sound, because now I remember that I used to play that instrument. I walk over and touch it. Instantly, the music stops, the saxophone evaporates, the room evaporates, everything is gone.

I wake up.