Urine-spouting Hermes wannabe.

February 21, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

The cool white colors dominate the courtyard I am having lunch in with my friend, Brandon.  The cobblestone floor is slightly worn, like the walls, with bits of moss growing on the cracks.  The sky is clear overhead and piercing blue.  A chill goes up my spine, as it is early spring and the shade is far cooler than I would like.  I look out at the chairs in the sunlight and tell Brandon we are moving to that area but before we rise, a skinny, dark skinned boy with white patterns on his skin appears, standing on the tips of his toes, small wings beating furiously at his ankles.  He has no hair and no muscle definition; eyes colored red and glowing bright as fire.

Smoke appears over the walls off in the distance and gunfire cuts through the relative quiet in the courtyard.  This South American town is in utter upheaval and revolution.  The boy moves his arms and hands in an erratic fashion, causing his cheeks to puff out.  He stands on one foot and leans forward, his arms spread out and spits a watered down yellow fluid at me as if he were a fountain.  It hits me directly in the chest and from the smell of it, I guess it is urine.  Furious, I rise from my chair and run at the lad and he snaps into a fighting position and jumps at me, feet first.  Performing some kind of  Brazilian martial arts in slow motion, he knocks me off my feet and I crash into the stone wall behind me, my neck emitting a loud “crack” upon impact.  I become nervous, not sure how to beat him since I do not know martial arts.  Not deterred enough, I run at him a second time and land a solid punch on his left eye but he spins around and throws me back into that same wall.  He takes up the fountain pose and spews more fluid from his mouth and it hits me in the face this time, burning my eyes, making it hard to go after him.  I scream at him furiously, causing the stream coming from his mouth to become thicker; less like urine, and more like a citrus smelling fluid.

Everything stops for a brief moment–no sounds can be heard, nothing moves, everything is frozen in time.  When “time” resumes, he heaves as if about to throw up and his ankle wings beat at full speed, creating a high pitched humming sound, lifting him off a few inches from the ground.  An old man hobbles into the courtyard, unnoticed by this quasi-Hermes creature, and whispers to me to be still and raise my arms up and out if I want to save myself and banish the evil spirits in the boy attacking me.  I follow his instructions and the winged boy drops back to his feet.  He runs at me again but fails in his attempted attack.  He tries repeatedly to assault me but I keep my arms out and refrain from saying anything, staying calm as possible.  After what feels like almost an hour, the boy refrains from attacking me and instead paces back & forth impatiently.  A deep “crack” echoes up from the ground in the distance and he snaps his head to attention.  He smiles, holding his hand out to me, palm facing the sky and snaps his fingers, causing a flame the size of a grapefruit to appear in his palm.  Everything goes black.

I woke up.

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Meanwhile, back in Africa…

November 26, 2010

I had a strange dream last night:

Impressive in their size and not built to excess, cream-colored pillars decorate the torch-lit walkway I find myself walking down. I look up at the sky and the moon is full and bright, muting the glow of the stars closest to it. I turn right to an unimpressive & bland gated area, and realizing I don’t have the access required to pass through them, I turn around and am greeted by a smiling, dark-skinned lad. He signals for me to follow him to the end of the walkway; we stop at a large double gate and he slides the key into the lock and opens it for me, inviting me to walk through.

As soon as both of my feet are on the opposite side of the gate, as if in a literal blink of an eye, my surroundings change and I am in what looks like the wilderness of Africa. I hear a loud pop followed by a small explosion and a slight shimmer in the distance catches my eye, like it is winking at me. I take three steps in it’s direction and am next to it. At a closer look, it has tiny grooves of similar pattern at the base and tip and is emitting a low humming noise. I reach out to touch it but before I can wrap my hand around it, the screaming of children assaults my ears. Coming at me is a platoon of African child soldiers, guns firing and grenades exploding a few feet in front of me. In such circumstances I would usually raise my arms and roar/go akimbo and bang some pots and pans together to scare them off but I was caught quite off guard this time. And I was in Africa for some reason. Naturally I did not have my usual composure about me.

They all stopped moving and firing within a few feet of me and lined up. They parted a gap in the middle of the line and a slightly taller young fellow passed them and slowly approached me. Within arms reach, his eyes turned jet black (eerily like the demonic senior from last night’s dream) and his teeth sharpened right before my eyes. He snickered and continued toward me. I whipped out a small, ornate sawed off shotgun and fired off a round at his chest. He stumbled back, stunned a bit but shook it off and continued toward me. We went through this for what seemed too long of a time and each time he became more persistent than the last. I felt a magnetic sensation around my head and eyes, which I was sure was coming from him trying to hold my gaze (a fancy way of trying to put me in a staring contest against my will). The shells would slam into his body and face but he was not wounded by them, only forced back. Eventually I began to wonder what I would do once I ran out of ammo or became bored with the repetition of this possible stalemate of good vs. evil in the desert (could this represent a possible move toward amoralism within myself?? Ooooo, deep!).

I hear the rushing of wind above me and looking up, see a floorless hangar/warehouse type building coming right at me. The child in front of me snarls his lip and turns his back to me right as the building lands around me (thank god for the angels of Industrialism and their shield-buildings). This building had a row of dusty windows on each wall at the top; aside from that it was empty and had light pouring in through the windows, forming rays that were exaggerated by the dirt and dust on the panes. I heard a knocking sound on the far end of the building and as I approached, the ground around me cracked and shattered, it’s particles being thrown into the air in slow motion. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I was floating in a large watery area, there was fog blocking the long view and a round platform made of stone in the middle. I heard voices coming up from the water and i dropped 4 glowing seeds into it. Everything went black and all i could hear was the rushing of the water. 

A flash of light broke and i began rapidly flying around. I was attached to this gargantuan vine with a bright pink flower head. It was whipping about–the base of it below the water, circling the platform. There was another vine trying to attack me; the one i was attached to spat poison at it and choked it with it’s other tentacle. I heard a woman’s voice scream at me that she would get me (and my little dog too?). Two other forces emerged from the water from the seeds i had dropped–one of them represented steel and iron. I do not recall what the other 2 were or represented. They all engaged each other violently.

Eventually, i threw a metallic rope to the circular platform and swung over to it. I heard a chain of loud bangs; the water exploded and the vine that had been protecting me roared, taking down 2 of the other monstrosities along with it. Before they all smashed into the platform i was standing on, i threw that rope at the steel & iron creature, which had turned into a thick, giant floating sheet of metal. As soon as i latched on everything went black.

I heard the murmur of a great crowd and eventually gained focus. I was in an airport with Brandon, Justine, and Marcus. We boarded the plane–though the inside seemed like a private jet. I became very excited the faster we went. We took off and suddenly Marcus was piloting the craft. He rolled it a few times as a joke and i almost vomited on Justine. Marcus disappeared and was replaced by another pilot. He would cut the engines , causing the plane to plummet and drift, scaring the hell out of everyone else.

I made some lame joke about speedcar drifting. Nobody laughed. Fail! I looked outside and everything below us was on fire and black smoke filled the air. Marcus reappeared and the pilot had a twisted smirk on his face. Brandon and i stormed up to the cockpit and started hitting the pilot, yelling at him to fly the plane properly. Eventually he got the point and we were back on track, though everything on the ground was still ablaze. He would not tell us why. Everything went black again.

I was in a grocery store but there was hardly anybody in it. I heard a roar and to my left was a Bengal tiger (i guess it was there for the Tuesday special they were having on all Post cereal’s?). It was in pursuit of Brandon, but he looked different. He yelled for me to follow him so i gave him directions on how to get to the safe area in the produce section. The produce section turned into a small village area and he jumped 2 stories through a window to get away from it. The tiger paced back and forth at the foot of the “hut”.

I became angry , stomped my foot and as i opened my mouth a lion’s roar came out of it, not only grabbing the tiger’s attention but infuriating it. It charged me and i braced myself for impact. It must have leapt 5 feet at me and we collided. i grabbed its throat and rained blows on its face and under its side. I swiped at me and its claws ripped a good deal of flesh from my neck. As the blood poured onto the floor, little trees sprouted up through the ground, no higher than my knees.

Some youngling who i had never seen appeared next to a massive freezer, whistling to the tiger in a strange way. The tiger ran at him and leapt, but the boy jumped into the freezer and the tiger followed. I ran up against the doors to hold them closed and screamed at B to grab the guns. He slowly made his way out, hauling a massive cart of old looking and futuristic ones. The tiger sat there, staring at me rather calmly in spite of the sense of urgency i felt.

Some other people appeared and, despite me telling them not to touch anything in the freeer, they tried arranging some giant stones around the tiger, making it angry. It burst through the glass, knocking me back, killing 3 people immediately and pursuing another. I grabbed a 1900’s era hunting rifle and took off after it. It was mauling one of the people as i approached. I jumped onto a pallet, cocked the rifle, aimed and let off a shot, hitting the tiger directly in it’s face, pissing it off. I lunged at me and i jumped off the pallet. Another shot rang out and the tiger screamed. Brandon was off in the distance, looking down the scope of his rifle. I gave him a signal and led the tiger on a chase around the front end area, periodically shooting it in it’s face and Brandon did the same.

Eventually, the tiger pounced on me and sunk it’s teeth into my neck, causing plants and vines to sprout up all around me. I got on my back, grabbed my rifle, stuck it into the tiger’s mouth and unleashed everything i had. It’s head exploded and the body flew back some 8 feet. By the time i had gotten up to look at the body, it had transformed into a human body. The man got up and chuckled, patting me on the back, thanking me for freeing him. Everything went black.