Dream Time - SuperJer Forum

NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

2005 Mar 22 • 1871
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I have been having really weird and intense dreams about once a month recently but i haven't had time to write them down until now because shut up i'm busy you can go to hell.

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my mind is playing a reunion show for a popular early 90s drama featuring rich teenagers and their problems. it is ten years later and, on the lam from legal issues, our heroine has fled the beaches of Malibu to live in a secluded cabin with her now dottering parents. she emerges through the front door of the cabin, beleaguered, in a daze. her hair is the color and brittleness of summer straw baled in a late August field. her jeans, which she has torn by hand just before arriving, reveal superficial, bleeding scratches made by her own hands, though she has wiped the blood off her nails. she descibes a terrible accident up at the road, just barely survived. she needs help. her patents, both in recliners, turn to each other and smile. from a nook draped off from the entrance, a man dressed like a butler with a surgical mask emerges carrying a silver tray with a vial of morphine, a tourniquet, and a hypodermic needle. our heroine dashes over to a third recliner in the other adjacent room, a sort of dentist's chair position in front of a television and a gumball machine. the butler rests the silver tray on the endtable and the girl readies the tourniquet with the ease, speed, and precision of someone with a long-term habit. she releases the opioid into her bloodstream and is gone.

just then, there comes a harsh knocking at the wooden door, which is kicked open amidst splinters. it is her old boyfriend, from years and years ago, though since we last saw him he has gained a hundred pounds (if not a couple hundred), a few chins, and several folds. his days as a star quarterback seem like a distant, fevered dream. our heroine's parents exchange nervous glances, still say nothing. the ex-boyfriend, seeing his love-turned nemesis, grabs her by the shoulders and begins shaking her. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he says. he refers to another accident, many years ago, that he claims resulted in his weight gain, though we as objective viewers are to understand it to be a glandular problem as the result of a botched cosmetic surgery. he continues to scream at her. he screams so loud that the camera is able to go through his mouth and esophagus and view the contents of his stomach, where we find several packs worth of half-digested cigarettes.

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the day before the man says that the world is supposed to end, i dream that the rapture has already come and gone, months ago. since then, it's mostly been snow. it's now getting towards May again and as i look outside to the backyard (which now overlooks the stadium of a high school), all i see is a swirl of clouds, as dark at mid-day as the worst storm you've ever seen, no sign of light, just snow. i sip at a mug of something, likely cocoa, and look at the clouds again. there's cruise ship that emerges from the clouds, one of those giant ones the make round-the-world circuits that are several stories tall and capable of going months without seeing port. all of its lights are on and flickering against the haze. it crashes, bearing west, into the ravine of the stadium. moments later, an airplane crashes in the distance, then a tanker. some kind of battleship manages to clear my house just barely and then crash into the stadium at a perpendicular to the cruise ship. the clouds begin to clear a bit, for the first time in months, and figuring i have nothing better to do, i head out to investigate.

around the site, i find a couple, a man with glasses and a blue, plaid shirt and a woman with long dark hair, face down, whom i presume to be his girlfriend. the man is smiling. i reach my hand out to turn him over, but he catches flame, and continues burning until there is nothing left. his girlfriend does the same. maneuvering around the wreckage, i see a japanese man with long hair and a goatee, wearing a leather jacket. he sees me and starts to run, another survivor stumbles into his path and is pushed out of the way, at which point the survivor falls and also burns away into nothing. i don't have any better idea of what's going on than i did before, but i begin to suspect that this man has answers. i chase him up to the house and, lacking other options, find a dish of water that hasn't been frozen over yet and throw it at him. the water hits him and he begins to catch fire, quickly patting out the flames before resuming the run around the house. i manage to find other sources of water, taps, buckets, and within a few short minutes have doused and engulfed him so many times that he's collapsed, sizzling on the lawn, and makes no attempt to get up. i figure that i've either incapacitated or killed him and begin to wonder if the other crashed vessels didn't have something similar going on.

the weather has cleared up and everything is trying to be green again. i walk down into the valley beyond the stadium, past a police station, and find a large hardware store. since the rapture, most people have been looking for ways to busy themselves, or at least keep themselves from dying pitiful deaths, so home improvement has been a big thing to do. people have to do something. i follow certain instincts and head inside. behind the counter is a man in the clothes of a cop, but they don't quite fit him. he is tall, lean, has a shaved head. he talks to another man, heavyset and in his late 50s, also wearing a uniform. a third man, who resembles the fire man i found at the cruise ship closely enough to be an older brother, stands beside them, his hand folded behind his back. they talk secretively, the younger cop seems to complain of some awkwardness in their arrival. i begin to suspect them. the asian man looks at me and then puts his hand out to grab the shoulder of a passing customer, who like every other person these men have touched to this point, smiles and then burns.

the tactic is either one of intimidation or diversion, but the younger man seems confused by the proceedings, and stays put while the other two scramble away. i grab a bottle of water from a counter nearby, unscrew it, and toss it at the stationary man, but he is nothing more than soaked. water isn't going to work on this one. i try fire and cobble together something out of paint thinner and some sparks from a wiring cable i've torn off the wall. that works, and the man is incapacitated.

i check behind me and see the older, burly man. thwoing the cable at him produces no effect, and he picks up a nearby customer, who has the same fate befall him as every other, and throws the customer at me. it seems that they're just trying to rile me up now by causing as many casualties as they can. i manage to knock a barrel off the shelf onto the burly man, but he's only stunned momentarily and moves on. the two remaining men move to exit, and i see the first man, the hydrophobic one, join them at the automatic door. he seems to have recovered.

i conclude that they are feeding on the humans nearby and one had to have bumped into him. they leave and i figure myself to be in for a long day, but i'm able to conclude very little else. i don't know, for example, what these men are or why they are here, but i remember hearing reports of other parts of the world winking out of existence these past months. i also don't know what motivates them, or why everyone seems to be smiling as they turn to cinders. i don't know if they are good or evil, only that i'm trying to stop them.

100% natural, no antibiotics, and ~~blood~~grass-fed

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2011 Jun 3 at 16:57 PDT