Amnesiac Liam Neeson

December 30, 2010

I had a strange dream last night:

The muffled roar of a small airplane engine fills the cabin while I hold eye contact with an African girl.  Her mother is sitting behind her and we are all facing each other trying to pick out the right kind of glasses for her to wear.  We find a suitable pair and the noise of the small engine mutes out; it almost feels like zero gravity.  The girl starts to tremble, her eyes well up with water and she whispers to me,

“The vampire, the one that plays the piano, is looking for you.”

I ask her to explain but before she can offer one, the plane rocks and begins a plummet to the ground.  Three quarters of the way there, an elderly man appears outside of the plane door, opens it, smiles in at us, pushes off and 2 other men appear close by and their parachutes open.  I yell out to the girl and her mother that we do not need to worry about crashing, we can just jump out and use our parachutes.  However, there is a slight problem: we do not have parachutes.  One hundred feet from impact, I jump from the plane into the river below; the impact sends my body reeling with pain.  I hold my breath and kick my legs but am sucked further down and out by the sinking plane.  I clap my hands together under the water and it sends shockwaves in every direction, catapulting me to the surface.

The water is only thigh-deep for some reason and the ground under it is very smooth and rubbery.  A dog appears close by and barks at me to get my attention so I will follow it.  I ignore it and notice that another hundred feet or so to my left, the plane that had supposedly thunderously crashed into the water and sank, was peacefully skimming the surface and heading to the shore to be tied up to the dock.

The coast is thick with trees and rising out of the water are towers made of wood and grand staircases.  I ascend one of them and make my way to the back room.  The room is bare with the exception of a bed made of rock.  I piece of wood with a copper wire threaded through the left tip slowly appears in my arms and I carefully lay it on the stone slab, causing a chunk to fall from it and the wire to loosen itself.  A child and young adult male appear next to it; their faces plastered with a look of worry.  Liam Neeson flickers into place on the stone slab, apparently the father of the two lads.  He does not respond to my words and so I lift up his eyelid only to see thick clouds in place of where a human eye should be.

After a few hours pass, he turns back into the piece of wood and I try threading the copper wire back through the original holes.  Liam Neeson again appears, this time walking up the stairs and into the back room I am sitting in with his sons.  He has amnesia and does not remember who his sons are.  I sit him down on the slab and recite pivotal moments of his life in an attempt to jar his memory but I am unsuccessful.  Darkness takes over the room and swallows up the two children, stopping at that point, and leaving the light alone coming from my oil lantern.  I leave the room, descend the stairs and, walking on the water of the river, reach the shore.  I head into one of the stone buildings and am greeted by a few guards who direct me to the eighth floor

Trees all along the coast with wooden buildings sitting on the water–towers.  I climb the stairs of one and pick up a tattered piece of wood.  There is copper wire that was threaded through the end section and as I got it back to the way it was, a piece of wood fell off, leaving the “head” exposed.  Two young men walk up to where I am, with tear-stained faces.  Liam Neeson appears on the piece of wood, which has multiplied in size.  I am trying to rouse him, but I can see through his eyelids and his eyes are cloudy.  He had been in the plane wreck as well.  His younger son tries rousing him desperately and I put a hand on his shoulder and motion for him to keep his voice down and I gently repeat Liam’s name.  Eventually, I look up and a square window grows into view and through it, I see him walking toward us.  When he arrives, his body that is laid out disappears.  He has amnesia.  His lain body reappears and it merges with the walking one and I tell him that he has amnesia and try mentioning memorable parts of his life.  His sons are crying and I leave.

Heading down the stairs, a dog comes up to me but I ignore it as an elderly gentleman tells me what is going on off the coast. It is utter chaos.  I am transported inside one of the buildings-concrete, moist, and very quiet.  Everyone is rushing about and talking but I hear no noise.  I want the dog that had been trying to get my attention but it isnt there now and so I inquire about it and a man points me to floor “, which is downstairs.  One level down and I walk along the walkway–cages on both sides filled with animals rescued from the plane crash.  They are all housed in large, metal crates and barking, chirping, meowing, and roaring.  It is like a depressing Noah’s Ark and I feel pity for all of these abandoned animals.  People are rushing about as I make my way around the corner to a doorway.  Above it, painted in white is the word “Eighth”.  The door cracks numerous times and slowly splinters into a thousand pieces.  I walk through the door and wake up.

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I had a strange dream last night:

I found myself in a church and walked into a very large bathroom of sorts. There was only a toilet in the room and i ripped it up out from the ground. No water came out and it didn’t weigh much. I walked out into the congregation area and ran past a minister, clad in white robes. I yelled that the toilet was mine and they had had it long enough. He gave chase but i outran him, right out of the double doors. 

I stopped after a few paces outside and looked back in and he was not there. A pool of blood grew up into the floor and there were all kinds of creatures around it and they seemed to be lounging. Something ran up behind me and sunk it’s teeth into my neck. The toilet turned into a gold coin, freeing up my hands and i reached behind me pulling her in front of me with her back facing my chest. I pulled her tight and squeezed as hard as i could, trying to suffocate her. Apparently she was a vampire and she turned around and bit me again, turning the bloody pool a watered down shade of red.

After struggling with her, i got control and another thing came up and bit the other side of my neck, turning the blood a dark red to the point of it being almost black. It was some kind of demon. I threw the gold coin into the blood pool and the demon disintegrated and the female vampire turned into this nympho and tried fucking me. I punched her in her face, causing her to stumble back and held my hand out, palm facing the double doors, and the gold coin arose from the blood and flew back into my hand-hitting my palm with a slap. This normalized the nympho vampiress.

I looked at my feet and the ground beneath me dissolved like sand in an hourglass and turned to deep waters with a bridge on all 4 sides. Someone appeared behind me and she could fly and swim very well. I looked at myself and was 6 times the size of my normal self and had no skin, instead i was covered in this metal/rock substance and was huge. She chased me, trying to get the coin and i grabbed her by the head, throwing her into the water. She swam back up and a smaller version of her ran out of her torso and jumped on me, biting me ears. I grabbed it by the neck, snapped it’s neck, and tossed it into the water. At that moment a genderless entity swooped down in front of me, keeping ahead by a few paces. It had giant white wings on its calf muscles and was explaining to the woman trying to get the coin, what the coin meant. I grabbed one of it’s wings and ripped it off, causing her calf to bleed profusely. She vanished and the bridge vanished with her. In the place of the bridge, giant white pillars shot up from the water and i jumped from each one. The woman who could fly became afraid and stopped chasing me because she was afraid of the pillars. I jumped across the last one and into this rope made of fire. It was absorbed into my torso and great amounts of smoke began coming off of my body. I woke up.