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.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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.
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.
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