Last night's dream had a tornado in it, and those are some of my favorites. Here goes...
I don't quite remember how it started, so the first part I remember is that it's a backwoods setting, sorta cabin-on-the lake. But the kind most Minnesota families have, not the "perfect image" you find on post cards. Anyhow, I'm in my place (because it's mine in the dream), and there are people I didn't invite there. They're either bill collectors or political campaigners- I don't remember which, but regardless they were unwelcome.
Anyhow, it's two good lookin' chicks and some pud that makes me think of the creepy TA in "Road Trip." He heads out to get something or someone, and I go about my business (at this point I'm living in a trailer house near a gravel pit). The chicks follow me, and I'm pretty sure at this point the they're campaigning for the Green Party. Anyhow, it's me and them and some anonymous "buddy) of mine. Details on the 4th party never got more detailed than that.
Suddenly the wind picks up fiercely. Straight line winds, and lots of rain. We're out at the woodshed, near the edge of the gravel pit. I look over the rim and see the funnel cloud and barely have time to yell "tornado!" We hold onto what we can. Some blonde chick is running across the gravel pit towards us, but she never gets that far before the winds pick her up. I'm thinking "sucks to be you" when it picks all of us and the shed up as well.
There's a chain link fence around the gravel pit, and the winds start spinning us along it like a washing machine at the end of the cycle. There's other people in the pit at this point too, but they're not being affected. We pick up speed, and are suddenly flung out of the fence in a straight line through the woods.
We're travelling at a velocity of hundreds of miles an hour, and the trees are comin' fast. I yell for everyone to try to grab onto something to try to slow our "flight", but it's not in time before I slam right into full grown aspen and richochet right past. We slow, and I eventually come to a stop when I manage to grab onto a sapling, pulling it completely out of the ground. When I've stopped completely I'm in a camp ground and there's a number of wide-eyed campers around me. The only words out of my mouth are "where the hell is the ambulance?!"
It never shows, but suddenly my dad pulls up with this old truck and a bunch of stuff in the back. Turns out that it's some kind of "family business" that he owed me. I head off, back to where my "house" was. It's now the scout camp I used to work at, the kitchen in particular. A bunch of the guys are making pastries, and a few of us sit down to eat. One dude, Derrick, is actually picking the filling out one of the pastries and leaving the rest. I'm just saying something to him about it when I suddenly wake up, realize my alarm didn't go off and I've only overslept by 7 minutes.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
"Lost" in a Dream
Recap of last nights noturnal theater...
It starts with being on a beach, and I soon come to realize that this is me casting myself in "Lost." Deserted jungle island and all that, only just like in the show it's not really deserted. Only, in my dream the island is actually the site of one of Saddam Hussein's secret palaces. Strangely enough, I'm able to sneak around inside the palace to grab supplies and such, even managing to go unobserved by Saddam himself when he and some caliphate from somewhere walk into the hall I'm in. It's also at this point the I notice in my dream that I don't have my hair pulled back, which I always do. But I suppose I wouldn't if I'd just survied a plane crash.
Anyhow, I get back to camp, and somehow we've become burdened by the presence of an imp- y'know, kinda like a little demon that's just as malicious but not quite as strong. Anyhow, it keeps tormenting me (polluting water, pulling chunks of my hair out, etc.). I grab it, and it's about the size of scorpion, with pincers, a white carapace and four arms. Somewhere deep inside, though, I get this feeling that if I actually kill it whatever happens will be worse than leaving it up to it's machinations.
Well, I crush it in my hands nonetheless, and it looks about how you'd expect an insect to look when crushed. But then the insides ooze out, splattering on the ground (no longer sand). It's a this point that I realize my cats are there (but they're a bit shaggier in my dream, and may have been "my" cats in that dream representation kinda way, and not necessarily PK and Guapo), and I realize my mistake as they run out to try to lick the innards up. It's either going to poison or posses them, I'm not quite sure. It becomes a moot point, however, since that's when I wake up and realize I only have half an hour to get my shit together and run to work.
It starts with being on a beach, and I soon come to realize that this is me casting myself in "Lost." Deserted jungle island and all that, only just like in the show it's not really deserted. Only, in my dream the island is actually the site of one of Saddam Hussein's secret palaces. Strangely enough, I'm able to sneak around inside the palace to grab supplies and such, even managing to go unobserved by Saddam himself when he and some caliphate from somewhere walk into the hall I'm in. It's also at this point the I notice in my dream that I don't have my hair pulled back, which I always do. But I suppose I wouldn't if I'd just survied a plane crash.
Anyhow, I get back to camp, and somehow we've become burdened by the presence of an imp- y'know, kinda like a little demon that's just as malicious but not quite as strong. Anyhow, it keeps tormenting me (polluting water, pulling chunks of my hair out, etc.). I grab it, and it's about the size of scorpion, with pincers, a white carapace and four arms. Somewhere deep inside, though, I get this feeling that if I actually kill it whatever happens will be worse than leaving it up to it's machinations.
Well, I crush it in my hands nonetheless, and it looks about how you'd expect an insect to look when crushed. But then the insides ooze out, splattering on the ground (no longer sand). It's a this point that I realize my cats are there (but they're a bit shaggier in my dream, and may have been "my" cats in that dream representation kinda way, and not necessarily PK and Guapo), and I realize my mistake as they run out to try to lick the innards up. It's either going to poison or posses them, I'm not quite sure. It becomes a moot point, however, since that's when I wake up and realize I only have half an hour to get my shit together and run to work.
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