I had a strange dream last night:Late afternoon had set in and my family and I were on the way to dinner.  My brother was bringing a guest: Mariah Carey.  My two sisters became excited and my brother appeared with her almost instantly.  I sat next to her in the backseat, wondering how he even knew her but not caring for too long because she was wearing a very short skirt.

We arrived at the restaurant and I took my seat at the head of the table, my pop at the other end and everyone else between us.  I had wanted to sit close to Mariah so hat I could make her laugh but I quickly forgot that she was even there due to her boring dinner conversation.  An Indian couple that I knew from my dreams was present as well and I gave up my seat for the male so he could sit next to his wife.  Within the blink of an eye, my surroundings changed and I found myself sitting with my brother and friends Dids, Tonya, B, Justine, and James on a couch outside in an industrial park by an elongated pool similar to the one that sits before the Taj Mahal.  We were watching the movie “The Other Guys” and I was high so naturally laughing harder than everyone else at it.

In the distance a man approached, walking unevenly.  The closer he came the more I noticed how grotesque and disturbing his face was along with a creepy kind of giggle he kept trying to hold back.  Piece by piece, kevlar plate armor appeared on my body accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.  Within seconds, I was fully donned and charged the creepy man who turned out to be the Joker as played by Heath Ledger in “The Dark Knight”.  For hours he and I fought; my strength grew the more angry I became with him to the point where I was able to pick him up and throw him through the air.  That wasn’t enough, I threw him into the elongated pool, which turned into a pier right before he hit the water.  A random man approached, watching the fight intently and decided to intervene.  I hit him in the face once and broke….everything.  Blood trickled out from a few different points of his face and he fell into the water and drowned.  The Joker laughed.  In fact, the more I beat on him, the less he cared–the more he laughed and the less it hurt him.  I pulled him out of the water and threw him headfirst into the wall and he collapsed into a heap, watching me the entire time.  He rapidly opened and closed his jaw, the sound of him straining to breathe could be heard over everything else.  He wasn’t trying to breathe, he was still laughing.  His bloodshot eyes turned jet black and he emanated such intense and reckless evil that it almost seemed like a physical substance.  This was not the Joker, at least not anymore; this was the devil.  I could recognize him from his appearance in my other dreams.  I grew a little anxious and angrier, lifted him up with one arm, repeatedly throwing his head into the concrete wall causing chunks of it to fall to the ground and crumble to dust.  He laughed repeatedly as I did this and his laughs turned into barks that you would hear from a Rottweiler.

The ground rumbled slightly.  I needed to kill this creature for good.  I grabbed him by his jacket collar, dragging him along the pier much to the horror of the people present (but had not been present before).  Shouts filled the air of how to deal with the devil but I walked intently toward a raised platform upon which stood an elevated metallic casket of sorts.  It was filled with boiling acid and without hesitation I threw the side of his face right up against the grate. A raspy scream mixed with more barking cut through the air but I would not release him.  I wanted to kill him and to make him suffer on his way to death.  I grit my teeth in anger and threw the rest of his body in and slammed it shut.

To the east a pale light filled the green swirling clouds.  The casket disappeared and it started to snow.  I was in the company of some soldiers like myself and we were quietly talking amongst ourselves as to where we should go.  Through the thick of clouds swirling above us, a bright circular light on the underside of a disc emanated fog and illuminated our position.  We grabbed our rifles and aimed but the disc would not stop moving around.  It seemed to roll as it moved back and forth.  I pulled my phone out and recorded this phenomena as a smaller light was dispatched from the disc and sped toward us.  It turned into a more cylindrical shaped object and latched onto the face of one of my comrades.  We quickly ran over to him to pry it from him but it zipped away before we could do anything.  His face was bruised and coated in some kind of fluid.  A loud, almost robotic exhaust noise filled the air and more slick and metallic objects in the shape of four legged animals with slightly elongated necks but no faces descended from the hovering craft and assaulted us.  They pinned down a few of my friends, “licking” them all over & covering them in that strange liquid as if they were marking them.  I tackled one and reached for my gun but it headbutted me, sending me flying a few feet through the air.  I was not sure how to harm these things as they had no face and no detail to them whatsoever.  They were smooth and metallic all over with no obvious weaknesses.  Simultaneously, they turned into globes of light and flew up into the craft, which quickly ascended and descended altitude over us.  I continued recording with my phone.  Within the blink of an eye, it was gone.

We gathered ourselves and checked each other over for injuries.  Everything seemed ok but we were slightly shaken up.  We were all wondering the same thing: what the FUCK just happened and what was that?  It wasn’t snowing anymore.  The clouds above us seemed impenetrable now but continued to slowly billow up and swirl around.  We moved out toward the cell towers on the other side of the bridge by us.  As we arrived, I noticed someone descending the tower the way a spider would.  I got the chills but also rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of what was happening–so absurdly unbelievable it all was.  This “person” approached us, stern and cold.  It snatched one of my comrades, the leader, and he disappeared.  When the creature reappeared it asked us for our second in command.  I became nervous, thinking he might take me away, but everyone pointed to the soldier in our group that nobody was too fond of.  He was the unofficial second in command and gave a look of resignation to this creature and begrudgingly volunteered himself.  I slowly reached for my knife, intent on stabbing this creature to kill him and save my comrade but another friend of mind quickly grabbed my hand and shook his head no.  Another friend disappeared with the creature, leaving a bolt of horizontal lightning behind that lit up the clouds.  The night grew even darker.  We stared at one another with no idea what to do next, as this…..thing could seemingly be anywhere at any time. I woke up.

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I had a strange dream last night:
1915.  Early summer in Europe must look more beautiful than this.  Far off in the distance, bright yellow sunlight blankets the hills, however, here by my brother and I, it is dark overhead and the thick, potent smell of a bog permeates the fog that covers the ground–everything is tinted in a muddy green color.  We shoulder ourselves against large, colorless boulders for shelter and wait; you can almost hear the air crackle with tension.  I look down at the ground, brushing aside some dead grass and a glow catches my eye.  A quick whistle from my teeth brings my brother over and everything turns black and white.  Pictures form in the glowing object; tanks rolling through the country on the outskirts of a city, massive buildings still in flames, their white pillars turned black from soot & smoke, and a sequence that moves too fast for me to comprehend aside from noting a crescent moon and swastika in the confusion. 

My brother and I stare at each other; he holds up his index finger and I hold up my index & middle finger, both gestures symbolizing world war I and II.  The first war has ended and we have just entered the second.  Within the glow, a swastika forms again, absorbing it until no light is left.  The symbol then forms into the number  “70” and then into the head of an eagle, resting atop a shield.  It vanishes and an eagle flies overhead; we follow it s flight path to a glass box of a house a few miles ahead.  It looks about a quarter mile away from a river bank and I ask my brother how we can utilize the energy of the trees hanging over it.

Slowly, we approach the river bank, everything is in color again.  To the left is the glass house, no walls, with a man sitting in a throne-like chair in the center, motionless.  As we continue forward along the water, the ground begins to shift, slowly pulling a 180 degree turn; the house is further ahead of us now.  We walk toward where the glow had been coming from earlier, a handful of soldiers walking with my brother and I, carrying towers of ceramic dinner plates.  Without warning, a few of them break at the base, sending all of the other ones crashing to the ground in slow motion.  I quickly signal at the troops with me and we all dive further into the water, which is waist deep and has tall, dry grass growing up from the mud.

The man in the glass house stands up, walks through the glass and floats over to our location.  He opens his mouth to speak and wheat bushels grow out from his tongue and his eyes tint bright green.  He says that he cannot grow anything on his farm because of the war, that he is forbidden from feeding us.  I slowly rise from the water, making eye contact with him, planning on an attempt at negotiation.  The droplets fall from my hat in a slow drip.  His eyes narrow in on me, causing my eyes to fill with blue fire.  I grab the wheat from his mouth, telling him that he can do as he wishes, as it is his farm, and we are hungry.  Agitated, he steals the wheat back from me, balancing it on his palm and it turns to ash.  He tells me that my soldiers, brother and I have little understanding of what is happening and what the war is about.  I disagree with him, stating the specifics of what fueled the war and the desperation of Europe, causing him to close his eyes and point to the middle of the river.  My soldiers are out there, dead, in a heap.  My brother puts his hand on my shoulder and matter-of-factly states, “We will not die”.  Everything cuts to black.  I wake up.

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.

I had a strange dream last night:

I cannot tell if the sun is rising or setting early. Either way, I’ve never seen such a blend of contrasting pastels around the sun. To my left is a fenced in area with bleachers packed to bursting with spectators. I walk onto what I assumed was the stage, but it was unlike one I had ever seen. It was like an elongated hill–a curved rectangle that sloped downward on the front and back. Two great square, red walls anchored each side. I walked to the center and looked behind me at the sun. Light blues swirled with pastel orange, pink, and golden yellow but never mixed. The sun was beating like a heart, becoming brighter each time it expanded, and dimmer each time it contracted.

Every time I walked the length of the stage, everyone cheered; there must have been tens of thousands of people in the bleachers. I felt like I was auditioning for something but I had already gotten it, due to the condition of the sky. After the sixth time, water oozed onto the stage area. It covered the ground slowly at first but with every surge it rose a little higher, getting my shoes wet and causing me to curse at it. The sound of rushing water filled my ears and the water rose to my waist, but was not touching me, only the splashes of the crashing waves splashed small amounts onto my clothing. I quickly walked to the right end of the stage and as I reached the ground below, I looked behind me and saw Coldplay coming out from behind the red wall and out on the stage, to the cheers of everybody. I ran toward the first fence and hopped it, worried that everyone would see me, and then did the same for the second fence until I reached the parking lot. I opened my car door and hit the car next to me. The black window rolled down and the man in the drivers seat told me not to worry about it. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I roll over and grope my cordless box thing I use to make phone calls. 10:46 am. Shit. I am late for work. I stare at the phone a bit longer and the following appears on the screen: “10:46 am. Shit. I am late for work.” Apparently I have a super power of some kind involving a deep telepathic bond with cell phones. After backflipping out of bed into a set of 10 jumping jacks while giving myself my usual “Your job NEEDS you!” pep talk, a pep talk that is completely untrue, I run down the stairs and out the door to my…….bicycle? Where the hell is my car? It’s my dream and I demand an Infiniti G35!

The sun is at high morning posture, a yoga position that it is in the process of patenting. I am at 54 Dover Road, my childhood house. The day is crisp & mild with a slight breeze to break up the monotony of perfect. The sound of a jackhammer, a bobcat, and other construction monsters cut through the serene aura of birds chirping. I roll my eyes at the tactlessness of the construction cult for working so early in the morning (to those of us that don’t wake until noon) and notice that my bike has gone missing. I approach the construction worker and over the sound of the jackhammer jacking, yelling like an obnoxious American tourist at a foreigner in their home country, demand to speak with their supervisor. The yellow hat-wearing worker (who has a handsome late 80’s mustache) points into the garage. As I near the supervisor, I see my bike stuck between two planks of boundary wood in a garden. I rip my bike out with some effort and hop on.

Not long into my ride, I notice that the handbrakes are missing. Not only the handbrakes, but the wire that connects them to the brakes, the chain and….the tires. How I managed to ride a bike with no tires is something that would take another whole sentence to explain. I refuse to do that. I clamorously drag my bicycle to the house having the work done on its front yard and right before yelling at the men working, I look up in the sky and see 2 dots on the edge of a cloud. I peer closer at it and everything goes dark for a split second, making me feel like I have been knocked off my feet.

When I open my eyes, I am up in the sky with my girlfriend, whose code name will be “bandia”, which is Gaelic for “goddess”. She and I are debating who would win in a fight: The god of fire, or the god of water. She sides with the Matchbox 20 wannabe and I vouch for the wrath of a thousand squirt guns. They both look like Zeus to me. We look down onto the land beneath us and take in a beautiful sight: 2 temples rise from the beautiful, square pools that remind me of the rectangular one at the Taj Mahal. The one belonging to the flamer is surrounded in pyroclast and steam, its foundation stained in soot. The other temple is surrounded in a rushing torrent of water and an aura of mist. The battle ensues.

By the end of it, the god of water lay dead on the ground, his body still sizzling, charred, and broken, his trident still in his hand. Codename “bandia” starts giving me crap for being wrong and so I hold up my hand and tell her I will be right back. I focus on the god of fire and scream through the sky, landing on my feet next to the god of water with a loud boom. I take the trident from his hand, offended by the smell of burning flesh and fresh blood and aim it at the god of fire, who is too busy standing proudly with his chest out on his temple steps to notice me. I take aim and throw the trident at him and it makes contact, piercing his chest and going through his back; his heart sticking to the two inner pikes. A look of shock crosses over his face and he clumsily stumbles down the steps, taking his last breath before landing on his face. I look back up in the sky at codename bandia and laugh a little, yelling up to her, “I guess that makes me the god now!” I wake up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I am in the midst of a great city by the water; it reminds me of the pictures I have seen of Venice, Italy, but the buildings are not as tall and there is a prevalent color scheme of light tan all throughout. I look into the water and hear laughter coming from behind me. I spin around and standing there, in a red dress, a dress that is alive and moves on its own, is the succubus that has been in my dream before. I do not know how to respond so I turn around, which infuriates her. She moans, causing me to look back at her, only to notice she has duplicated herself into another 4 . They all moan in different tones and then begin to wail, their pupils fully dilating as they do so. Their scarlet colored dresses begin to flutter and shake, scaring me. I take off running through the city, staying close to the water, and a long chase ensues. 

Eventually, having nowhere else to turn, I jump into the water, tossing my phobia of deep water to the wind. They do not come in after me, though one steps down into the water, slowly walking across it to get to me. I kick as hard as I can after submerging myself under the water and like a bolt of electricity, I surge through the water, leaving the city far behind. When I resurface, I am in the midst of the ocean. The city is far back on the horizon but I can still see the succubi easily. They’re growling and hissing at me, panting heavily and squirming.

I not only hear, but I feel a rumbling coming from deep within the ocean. The sound of thunder and roaring ensues, causing tidal waves to crash into one another all around me. I panic but have nowhere to go; my only focus is to keep my head above the water as long as I can. I look beneath me and a silhouette far larger than I can describe slowly moves to the surface. Within minutes, the mass rises from the deep. It is a bridge made of some kind of stone with metal plating in some areas–a metal tinted orange and pink. This is no ordinary bridge (aside from it coming out of the water like every other bridge does as a right of passage?), it makes the Golden Gate bridge appear like a tool shed next to the late twin towers. I look back and the succubi are still there; one of them hurls something in my direction–some kind of fireball. A tidal wave surges up, crashing into it and swallows it whole.

I look back at this bridge as it rises and grab hold onto a gargantuan bolt of some sort. I have the feeling that there is another 30 minutes to go before this structure stops rising from the water. Slowly, I make my way up the side of it, exhausted and losing strength in my arms. All I want is to rest. Another great roaring and rumbling sound builds and I look up to the sky and see a bright flash of light.

I wake 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.

I had a strange dream last night:

The landscape before me was tragically barren and ruined, not a sign of life to be seen. The sun had melted and had become a misshapen blob of brilliant light as it set on the plains ahead. Behind me was a void-nothing but black and yet i could see my silhouette up against it. I had been walking for a long time in this unchanging setting. Behind me i heard a great cry that slammed into my body, knocking me face first into the gravel and darkening the sky ahead of me. The sun was not visible anymore, only the slight glow of its aura. Struggling to my feet, i yelled out because my face burned and i could hardly breathe. A wall of water poured down in front of me-smooth and clear as glass, and seeing my reflection in it, i became terrified. My chest had been opened by that cry from the dark and my lungs and my heart were missing. Dizziness hit me with such force that i almost fell over. I looked into the eyes of my reflection and the one’s in the reflection turned to fire, causing me to heave and let out a roar like a lion’s. The wall of water shattered and dissipated quickly, leaving me by myself. 

A slight humming sound came up from the ground and wrapped around my feet. With each step i took, a symbol was formed on every footprint but i didn’t know what they meant. Giant trees with orange leaves grew up from the symbols but aged just as quickly and died. I looked forward again, sweating profusely and the sun was gone, having been replaced by a multitude of stars that seemed to be within my grasp but actually were not. I continued walking forward and within a few steps, i was on the edge of a massive waterfall, the roar of which produced bright flashes of orange, green and small bursts of white light. I was baffled at the sight and leaned over as far as i could to try and see the bottom but the bottom was not visible. I was very scared but at the same time indifferent toward my predicament.

I looked up, thrusting my chest out and where my heart had been, shot out a great ball of fire which took the form of my reflection from earlier. It began to pour rain, causing the “burning me” to sizzle and pop. It looked at me, pointing down and then a massive set of wings exploded from it’s back. One fell down and the other shot up into the air; the figure clapped once, causing it to thunder and knocking me off balance, sending me plunging downward. Everything went black and when i “came to” i was leaning up against a large grey stone. There was nothing surrounding me aside from the stone so i took a seat on top of it. No stars were visible in the night sky which made me feel uneasy so i pulled the surface of the stone over my body, only leaving my face somewhat exposed. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I was out at sea on a cruiser ship with some others. Some of the people jumped off the ship and swim with it but i did not, as i have a fear of being that far out in the ocean. The water was beautiful however, the color of sapphires. After awhile, the captain of the ship took it a bit deeper under the water so that the deck was almost parallel with the surface of the water. I asked him about the likely hood of sharks and no sooner than when he mentioned tiger and bull sharks did one show up alongside of the boat. I became just a little nervous, seeing that the deck was now submerged a foot or so under the water and the shark was swimming along side of it. I took a seat and watched as the captain turned the ship around, trying to get it away from the shark and felt its teeth sink into my hand a bit. I yelled out that the shark was biting and we needed to go, which kicked off this cat and mouse game of sorts between the captain and the shark. It go to the point where the captain would flip the ship or pull immediate 180’s but the shark was able to keep up. As the ship was handled like this a few people fell off and into the water, becoming a prey for the sea mammal though most of them were able to get back on. One of the people who turned out to be a celebrity (can’t recall whom) was not able to get back on so i waited for the next flip and when the captain did it, i reached into the water, grabbed her by the ankle and lifted her onto the deck, saving her from the shark’s attack. 

After a few more minutes of evasion the shark jumped onto the deck and was standing on 4 scaly legs. I laughed and then freaked out a bit, wondering aloud-and with plenty of expletives how a shark could do such a thing. I spear tackled it, wrestling with the beast and threw it back into the water but it swam back up to the surface and lept back onto the boat. At this point it looked kind of like my roommate’s boxer, Mason. I looked behind me and Mason was there growling at it and the shark-thing went after him. I intercepted it and it bit my arm causing it to gush blood so i pushed it back and started punching it in it’s face, driving it it the edge of the deck. Once again i knocked it back into the water but it came right back up, causing the captain to become frustrated and drive the ship to shore. I held the shark creature down until we arrived and had another person help me carry it across the sand to a table which i ordered to be cleared. I asked one of the men there to shoot this beast and put it out of it’s misery. He was hesitant but did so when i cleared off the table. One bullet was put through it’s head, the other through it’s chest and it slowly died. Everyone cheered but i felt a bit of sadness for it and walked it to the water and lowered it in, letting the ocean pull it back out.

My surroundings changed at that point. I was still by the shore at that point but the area behind me was grassy with a large white building sitting on the grass. Thousands were there-half of them celebrities and all were mourning over the shark. What looked to be a funeral pyre was being constructed by all of the attendees and it was made from a stick everyone held in their hand. The light colored ones were supposed to be thrown in first but i walked up and threw in mine which was tan. I stepped a few feet away from the pyre and looked back, noting that there was a large group of white celebrities gathered together and a same-size group of black ones. I went over to the black crowd and noticed a number of hip-hop and rap artists. They were all joking and having a great time and i joined in with them, commenting on Cam’rons sweet-ass solid gold glock he had at his front. I looked down at my front and noticed my own glock pushed into my pants. I became very happy at this and Cam’ron joked, asking me when i was going to need that since i lived in Sedona. I laughed and told him about this one time when i had to kill this strange shark creature thing with it and he shook his head in shock over the story.

It was getting late so we all took our leave, everyone splitting up into smaller groups and heading for some boats waiting for us at the dock. Once the boats were fully loaded, they took off with great speed and as we cruised through the water i noticed thousands of people stranded in the water. They were screaming with such fear and desperation it shook me to my very core. I asked about these people and was told that the Titanic had sunk and these people were left behind. I could feel thumps under our boat as it sped along…..the boats were driving right over some of the people. I felt sick. It was wrong. The boats sped to the next dock, where i changed over to another one to join my brother and sister. I saw my aunt and cousins on the boat next to me and my aunt looked shocked and not very responsive. I screamed her name as we pulled away but she didn’t respond. My screams were drowned out by the thousands stuck in the water again. I leaned back at struck up a humorous conversation with this black woman on the boat who apparently already knew me quite well. She made me feel less afraid. Afterward, i went to the middle of the boat and sat down with my sister and brother and we said nothing for the remainder of the boat ride. We pulled into the third dock and i woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I was standing across from a granite-type building, the size of which escaped my comprehension. It was essentially 2 rectangles, the rear one reached so far into the sky that i could not see it’s roof. The front one was no more than 2 stories tall and was graced with 2 giant oak arched doors. Nothing else was in sight. 

My eyes were drawn to the doors, as i felt something moving from within the building. The force of that movement within the building intensified, carrying my intrigue along with it. Moments after that, the doors were thrown open and the sound of wails poured down the steps but they were not wails of sorrow. It was unlike anything i had ever heard and sounded incredibly sublime. Overpowering.

This sound reached the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the doors and seemed to hover there, continuing it’s song, at which point my heart burst into flames, throwing fire toward the steps. I felt no pain but i could feel the force of the fire as it traveled up my chest and into my head, causing my eyes to catch fire as well. Again, no pain, just a very acute sensation. As this transpired, the wailing slightly changed tone which caused my eyes to water. As tears formed in the midst of the fire coming from my eyes i heard the sizzling and popping noises.

I walked into this building and went to the middle of the smaller area in the front. I opened my mouth and the purest water came from it, forming a pool at my feet. I looked into the water and, speechless, watched a form take shape in the water that was me, but not me at the same time. I cannot find the words to describe what i/not i looked like but it looked back at me and with its mouth, formed the word “true”. Upon realizing that word, my body seized slightly and i went into a state of shock which was rapidly followed by some kind of ecstatic feeling that permeated every cell in my body. My mouth was forced open and i wailed just like the one that came from the doors and out onto the steps. I had no breath with which to use as i wailed, it just came from my “core”.

The doors slammed shut and i was struck by a giant bolt of lightning, causing brilliant wings to rapidly sprout from my back. This hurt a great deal, as they literally grew right out of me, causing me to scream in pain. I collapsed onto the floor and these wings wrapped around my body, covering me completely and lifted the water from the pool in front of me; the water took the form of me and was singing with such a clear and beautiful voice in a language i did not recognize. I woke up.

P.s. I cannot sing for shit in real life.