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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

2005 Mar 23 • 1871
574 ₧

Oh boy, it's dream time again!

I'm not sure if this is all the same dream or just parts of other dreams mixed together, but here goes.

So I was at my Dad's house off in the woods and I was hanging out with my stepmom and my two half-brothers, who are always about the age they were when I stopped going there (12 and 9) and there was also the old Golden Retriever we used to have even though he died over a year ago. At any rate, we were at the house and decided we were going to go for a walk to city hall in New York City ("Where I am now, which is a logarithm / Of other cities.") It took us about five minutes down a path by the creek and suddenly we were in New York, at city hall, which was a dilapidated wooden shack with a large porch. There was a staircase running horizontal up the front and at the top, in the corner, there was a gyro vendor. After that, I left them to walk down the street towards the Columbia campus and for some reason there was an old frontier-styled fort on the west end of campus, which is funny for reasons that should be evident enough.

From there, I think I'm missing a transition, but I remember running with some girl I don't remember (I think she was black?) through the western scrublands around nightfall. A helicopter was chasing us and circling around and we had no real way of escaping it. We found a small house on top of a hill that looked fairly modern and well-maintained for being out in the middle of nowhere. I tried pulling on the door, but I discovered it was purely ornamental, an embellishment embedded in the side of the house with absolutely no functionality. So the girl and I climbed up on top of the roof and at the top we found that it angled up like a pyramid and ended in a small square window. Naturally, I busted open that window and jumped in.

The interior of the house was equally modern, pristine and well-kept. I remember blue tiles everywhere and hanging plants, not too much sunlight, but the shades were mostly down in most places and the only real natural illumination was from the skylight above. The problem was that inside was some sort of metaphysical Borgesian nightmare. I had clearly circled what should have been the perimeter of the house, but the rooms kept on changing, as though the inside of the house was itself infinite. I ran into the girl several times and she had a detached, confused expression on her face. She was counting off the rooms, hypnotically, as though she didn't intend to be and had merely been caught up in some system she could not escape. "21", she would say, and then I'd make my way, the rooms would reorient themselves, and I'd see her walking towards me again, "27". I was starting to get a little bugged out by this whole process, so I somehow found where the door was supposed to be and discovered it was functional this time.

I emerged in what appeared to be an older European city, filled with cobblestone walkways and older brick buildings, except the layout of it lended to the belief that this was just one floor on some more massive superstructure, because I could see stairs leading up and down to subway stations with no logical regard for what was above or below ground. As I left the house, I heard a voice call out that a redhead with fiery eyes would be out to destroy me soon. I took note of the sign and continued outward, finding the area patrolled by pleasant-seeming security guards (most of them overweight women, which was odd) that were observing the comings and goings of all the people. One of them began following me. She had dark hair with ruddy blonde highlights and dark eyes, and this sort of complacent smile on her face, but I was instantly suspicious of her. I descended one of the staircases, which lead out straight into the air and a monorail below, which I was to jump on if I wanted to get anywhere.

Now we were racing in a circuit around a green valley carved out in the hills. The city I saw before floated both above and below me. I looked behind me and saw the same security guard who had been following me before, except both her eyes and her hair were now red and she was making her way towards me, moving awkwardly but seemingly unaffected by the velocity we were moving at. She was a sort of grotesque siren, trying to entice me in a way that she explicitly stated would result in death, and yet since she wasn't attractive in any way (or really not my type regardless) I saw no reason to be drawn in to her.

I jumped off the monorail and ended up in downtown Seattle again. The train zipped past and the woman never dropped, so I presumed myself to be safe. I started walking down the street and I saw her again, standing in the middle of a crosswalk passed by tens of people. She was offering some quick cosmetic fix of a sort, something to improve your appearance and well-being, except everyone was completely disinterested or knew that it was a trap (because that was how she got you, of course). She seemed sad and pleading, and for a moment I wasn't sure whether or not I should feel sorry for her, but sure as anything, I passed too and hoped no one would take notice of her, lest they lose their souls and lives in the process.

I continued down the street, past various shops, but none of them sold the standard fare of clothing and gadgets, but instead elaborate masks and fountains and gardening supplies, as though consumer tendencies had abruptly shifted towards reconstructing a jungle in your own home. I found a small cactus, which was round and free-floating, requiring no soil whatsoever, but the second you touched it, it would shed its spines, sticking them to anything in the vicinity, like the reaction of some venus fly trap except without the need for nutrition. My mother was waiting on a large fountain outside one of the stores. She showed me a small stone seahorse that you were supposed to plant in the pot with any kind of plant. If you spat on it, it would secrete just the right amount of water required to keep the plant healthy.

I kept walking and came out by my dad's parent's house in Ballard. It was a regular family gathering, except both sides of my family were there which was near unheard of. I looked out from the front porch down onto the street and saw an asian organ grinder, looking sad and just grinding away until someone paid attention to him. My grandma came out and said that the man was a messenger from my Sumatran half-uncle (I don't actually have one of these). Apparently, my grandpa worked on the side as a world-famous smuggler and somewhere along the line fathered an illegitimate child in southeast Asia (all this was explained to me in a flashback). My grandma had come to peace with this somehow and treated it in a bemused manner.

I descended the stairs to the street and my half-uncle was waiting there. Everything had abruptly become rather spooky, like a caricature of a graveyard in some Army of Darkness sense. There was a a set of wooden planks molded into the soil and leading up a small hill to what I assumed was the yard. My mother (it wasn't really my mother) came down with my brothers (not her sons anyway) and started pleading with my half-uncle, but he remained serious, stoic, and silent. She became so distraught that she turned into a green smoke cloud, but the kind that had a discernible face, again like in fantasy movies. She floated in a storm towards the graveyard and began shouting at my half-uncle "Call out to me!". My "brothers" and I kept trying except she wouldn't respond, she was completely fixated on him and nothing we did amounted to anything. "Call out to me! Call out to me!"

and then my alarm went off.

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

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2009 May 24 at 06:49 UTC

aaronjer
*****'n Admin

2005 Mar 21 • 5046
1,227 ₧

Alright, here's one about saving mentally retarded or emotionally damaged mexicans from hell... or something:

I had a dream that Zarathustra (the forams member, aka Alex) and I were in a very bad place... it was akin to a modern city turned into hell. It was not totally unlike the extra bad version of Silent Hill in the Silent Hill movie. Everything was very dark, the sky was a barely illuminated red, and pillars of inky, black smoke rose inexplicably from many places. Huge chasms scarred their way across roads and straight through buildings, they were seemingly bottomless. A few of the chasms had cast iron constructions build along their walls.

I know that Alex and I were not supposed to be in that place. We had only recently arrived, and were somewhere in the multi-floored basement of a partially collapsed skyscraper. Alex had a flashlight, and I had a pump-action shotgun... but only 2 shells. There was no light in the basement at all, so progress was slow. I knew that somewhere in the basement we had left another shotgun and the rest of our ammunition, and we were searching for it. The reason we had left such useful things behind was unclear, but likely it was because of some urgent doom at hand.

Surprisingly, we didn't run into anything dangerous at all before finding Alex's shotgun, and another 2 dozen or so shotgun shells. We did come across a few bodies, however, all of them withe their upper body torn from the lower half, and with bags over their heads. They were wearing little more than rags. Some of the bodies had various kitchen and combat knives on them, we decided to take purchase of them.

We made our way outside, and the 'city' seemed to consist of one main road lined with skyscrapers on either side. In one direction the skyscrapers appeared to continue over the horizon and on the other they stopped after a half mile. Beyond the skyscrapers there was nothing but dim sky. The buildings furthest down the road suddenly crumbled and toppled sideways as if over the edge of the world. A few minutes later the next set of buildings went over, these were close enough to see that the road was falling away with them. Apparently this world was collapsing from one end to the other... it would probably be only an hour before the ground we were standing on would fall into the abyss. This is when several dozen people with bags over their heads emerged from the buildings and alleys along the street. All of them had knives, and a few had crossbows. They looked emaciated and weak, almost as though they were suffering from some wasting disease, but they moved quickly in their lurching manner.

They had been waiting for us, but they were not hostile... which was good because it would have taken all of our ammunition to dispatch them. One of them told us that they were going to try to get further down the street, so as to not die. They told us that they'd have to turn off the city's power to make it any further, because the way was blocked by Angries. He told me we'd know the Angries when we saw them, because they wouldn't be wearing bags over their heads. I guess these people wore the bags just to distinguish themselves from the Angries. At once the army of bag-heads charged down the street, we followed suit (although we didn't lurch). Something had started chasing us, and two of the slowest bagheads had been caught up to, and made muffled and quickly cut off screams. We rounded our way into an alley, where a chasm lay before us. The chasm had iron platforms jutting out of the side, connected by ramps, stairs and ladders. Whatever was chasing us apparently couldn't be fought, because everyone was making a mad dash down the platforms without even looking back. I decided to take the quick route and jumped over the edge of a platform down several floors. I rolled when I landed and almost when straight into the chasm, there were no railings on this floor. I'm unsure where Alex was at this point, but I heard a shotgun fire a few times and a howling noise.

I was on the bottom platform, and it jutted out much further than the rest. There was a row of nearly a hundred large, rusty levers attached to the chasm wall here, I could only assume this is what we were looking for. The levers were not easy to budge, I had to use all of my weight to bring one down. I couldn't see what it had done due to my being in a chasm. The four bagheads with crossbows had made their way down and were aiming up towards higher ramps. The ones with knives were busy pulling down levers and disconnecting plugs I hadn't noticed before. The four bag heads fired at once, and some bluish, hairless four-legged creature about twice the size of a male lion tumbled over the edge into the abyss with a groaning sound. A panel of wall suddenly came crashing down next to me with a loud "Hoo-ah!" sound. Alex emerged from some kind of secret passage and said, "I make my OWN road!". I was all like, "Shut up and pull levers." Six of the blue creatures crashed down from above, shaking the platform violently and causing a crossbow baghead to fall over the edge. Another one calmly walked down the steps with a pair of human legs hanging out of it's mouth. The creatures had the body of a large cat, twice the size of a lion, as I had said. They had no tail, and somewhat human heads. Their mouths were abnormally large and they had no noses or ears. Their eyes were either squinted or closed. The "lion" walking down the stairs crunched the person in it's mouth in half, their legs falling onto the ground, and spit out the upper half. It was now time for a fight.

Most of the bagheads turned to charge the lions with their measly knives, although a few remained to pull levers. Everything happened quickly, one lion took 3 crossbow bolts to the face, but stumbled into and knocked two more crossbow bagheads into the chasm with it. I fired two shells into the body of a lion, which wounded and stunned it, but did not kill it. I retreated to load more ammunition. A pile of bagheads jumped onto the wounded lion and stabbed and slashed at it maniacally. The last crossbow baghead was torn in half by a lion while reloading. Alex had slugs loaded instead of buckshot, and fired one into the forehead of a lunging lion, smashing it's head to pieces. He fired a second shot at a lion that was chasing bagheads, but only grazed it's jaw. It was, however, enough to stun it long enough to let the bagheads leap onto it and slash it to death. The other lions had killed at least a dozen bagheads during this time by crushing or eating them. There was little hope of attacking an unstunned lion with a knife, even en masse. I loaded more buckshot and blew off another lion's front legs with two well placed shots, it rolled down the now slanted platform over the edge, toppling over another baghead and taking him with it. Alex dove under a lunging lion and shot it in the ass, causing it to smash headlong into the row of levers. A surge of electricity went down the row, killing it and all the bagheads who were working on the levers. There was now one lion and about 15 bagheads still alive. Alex and I fired at the lion simultaneously, while the bagheads accurately and effectively threw their knives. It had no chance, and was likely dead before it slid off the platform.

It was getting very difficult to stand on the platform now, which had nearly come loose from the wall during the commotion. All of the levers had been pulled, however, and the bagheads had started running up the stairs. Alex and I were too far away to make it in time, so we quickly dashed into the secret passage. The only light was Alex's flashlight, and we used it to go up a spiraling staircase. At the top we came out right next to the chasm. Only two bagheads came from the iron construction, nearly tripping over themselves in their haste. A final lion came up after them with blood all over it's face. It was a bit larger than the previous lions and was a white flesh color. Alex and I advanced at it firing repeatedly, using all of our ammo. It received only minor injuries from each shot, but it had been pushed back to the edge of the platform. That was when the entire construction creaked slightly, and then came loose. The lion didn't make it. Alex jested, "Next time we do this I'm bringing rockets."

The two bagheads were a man and a woman, both without weapons or injuries. The man was very obviously mentally retarded, with his slow, simple and deliberate speech. The woman was totally silent, and just followed us, she was the only baghead that walked without limping or lurching. The man pointed out a building as we walked down the street and said, "Exit." Alex and I hoped this meant it was the exit from this weird hell city, not that we weren't having fun. The city was still collapsing in our direction, and the regular sound of a building going into the abyss could be heard. I asked the man why the woman wouldn't say anything, and the man said that the woman's voice fell into the abyss with her sister. I suppose that's one way to say she's in shock... I guess. Also, upon asking, I couldn't get either of their names. I started calling the retard 'Kazan' after the movie Cube, but I didn't bother calling the woman anything as talking to her was pointless.

The building was easily the most normal and distinguishable structure in the city I had seen. It was the only building that wasn't a skyscraper, and it was clearly labelled as an elementary school. There was no power here, due to our previous escapade, and we couldn't see anything at all inside. Kazan looked at Alex and said "No light. Angries." Alex's flashlight was not currently on, but it was obvious he meant for him to not turn it on. We followed Kazan through the front door, and down a hallway to the left. It turned to the right at the corner of the building. The hallway before us was a long stretch, windows on the left and doors to classrooms on the right. At the very far end there was a faint light coming from a door to the right. The majority of the hallway, however, was pitch black. Through the window of the first room I could just barely make out the forms of people sitting at desks, they all appeared to be sleeping. One person was near the window and shuffling about, they appeared to take no notice of us in the low light. Kazan whispered "Quiet" and we slowly made our way down the hall. We couldn't see or hear each other anymore at all. I could only assume the four of us were still together. I nearly had a heart attack as there was a loud bang in front of me. Alex had dropped his flashlight, and it had turned on... it loudly rolled along the floor, facing the the right side. We watched in horror and perfect stillness as it rolled right in front of a classroom, illuminating the contents. The classroom was devoid of occupants, it was dusty, but everything was in order. It looked like nobody had entered it in years.

Then a multitude of figures suddenly shot up from right behind the window and slammed themselves against the glass. They looked like regular people, if not dirty, but they were all screaming angrily and staring at us. Kazan was loudly whispering, "Light off, light off!" and looking very desperately at Alex. Alex scrambled for the flashlight, which was still rolling away, but the Angries were already barreling out the door only feet away. I threw one of my two knives at the angry in front, and it stuck right in her forehead. She fell back into the other Angries, slowing them down. I jumped over Alex while he was crawling about, and smashed another Angry over the head with the butt of my shotgun. I pulled the knife out of the forehead of the first angry and was just about to stab the next clawing psychopath in the chest when the light went off. I paused, now surrounded by darkness again, and toppled over with the dead woman as the Angries backed off. Apparently Kazan was wrong, we didn't actually have to be quiet, as the Angries lost interest in us the instant they could no longer see us. I turned back and asked if everyone was still there. Alex and Kazan gave affirmations, but I received no response from the woman. I slowly waved my hand back and forth and walked towards where I thought she might be, and found a woman's hand, which tightly grabbed on to mine. It was slightly disconcerting, but I felt around at head level to find a bag, so as to make sure it wasn't an Angry still milling about. It was definitely the silent woman... also she wouldn't let go of my hand. Upon trying to move forward, the silent woman trembled a bit and then started falling forward. I couldn't tell what was wrong and I knew there was no point in asking... maybe she was scared? Maybe she had been injured and couldn't walk? No idea. Either way, I didn't waste any time lifting her up on to my back, and piggybacked her down the hallway. At least she let go of my hand so I could hold her up properly and she was fairly small, but I had to leave my empty shotgun behind. I also could feel what I presumed was warm blood trickling onto my hand from the woman's thigh. I still couldn't tell if she was scared or injured... I didn't SMELL pee, but it already smelled intensely of death and smoke in this place anyway.

At the end of the hall there was a white light coming from the crack of the door. Alex found a handle and opened it without saying anything... even though it would let the Angries see us again. Kazan made a nervous moan that clearly meant "Hurry", we ran through the door and someone slammed it shut. It was so bright I couldn't see for a moment.

When my vision cleared I saw that we were outside... of a grocery store... in what appeared to be a normal city. I turned around in confusion and saw that there was no door where we had come from, just the wall of the grocery store. Alex said, "That door just totally fucking disappeared when I closed it." and I was all, "Good riddance, that door was like, super gay". Alex, by the way, had apparently been wearing urban camo and sunglasses this entire time, which I couldn't see before since he never flashed the light on himself. I don't know how he could see at all with sunglasses on in that dark place. I had been wearing a suit-jacket over a t-shirt and matching suit pants, which also didn't make sense because that place was fucking hot and I wouldn't have kept the jacket on even beside that because it would restrict mobility. I could now see that the silent woman had a bad gash on her thigh right above where I had been holding her. Yay! She didn't pee on me!

The bagheads finally un-bagged their heads. Kazan was a bald hispanic man in his mid 20's, and had numerous burn marks on his face and hands. He had a very strong and intelligent face that completely belied his mental handicap. Also he had a very fine, bushy mustache. The silent woman was of similar age and race, but was hiding long black hair under the bag. She was pretty if you saw past the dried streaks of blood coming from under a bandage wrapped over her eye, and the bruised gash going up her cheek, and the greasy grime... but her teeth were perfect and pearly white! She didn't seem relieved like the rest of us to be out of that hellish place (or maybe it WAS Hell, I dunno). She was just as silent as before, and if I didn't have to carry her I'm sure she would have just followed us like before.

We were in a small town on an island, with weather similar to that of southern California. Either Alex or I, It never became apparent who, owned a house on the beach. The four of us rested and recuperated there. The silent woman actually had to be set down in the shower. She didn't resist or help in any way when disrobing her, dressing her wounds or anything at all except that she'd eat if you put food in her mouth and go to the bathroom if you put her on a toilet. Kazan, for some reason, compulsively set about to doing yard and house work. He was always wearing denim overalls, a grey long-sleeved shirt, rubber boots and a blank black baseball cap. Alex was now dressed like Bayman from DOA 2, which makes sense, because that's how he actually dresses. We put the silent woman in a sun dress, because it didn't require a lot of awkward fuss when trying to take care of her basic needs. After an incident in which the silent woman had left her hand on a stove while it was turning on, I realized that the four of us had some strange properties. We seemed to have developed a resistance to heat, as her hand was undamaged. Kazan's resistance seemed the most effective, as he could put his hand in a fireplace with no pain or damage and the rest of us couldn't. Eventually Kazan's eyes turned black, and small amounts of flame would emit from his mouth if he coughed or breathed heavily. The rest of us followed suit soon. The changing stopped when we all had solid black eyes and could willfully breathe fire like a dragon. The silent woman had regained more of her ability to take care of herself, but would still follow Alex or I around wherever we went.

I don't remember what happened after this point, but I know I was driving with the silent woman and Alex to go get fast-food when I woke up. I also remember that people on the island were very fearful of us, even though we never showed them any hostility. I think some of them even saw us come out of that door...

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2009 Jun 22 at 06:57 UTC — Ed. 2009 Jun 28 at 16:19 UTC