August 5th
Dream started with me in this old college-NYU type neighborhood, experiencing all my old feelings of inadequacy. There was a film director class I had every Monday where they would send me an email with all the info. George Lucas was one of them, and I had to get my copies done across the street. There was another director who had this movie that looked very 70s-ish, where a guy found himself on the earth thousands of years later. Water was everywhere, and humans had adapted these straw-like bushels on their hands and feet in order to glide on the surface tension of the water.
I had gone to a party or two with my previous college guy friends and was disturbed by their behavior, which made me upset. I remember walking through a book store with an old roommate (whom I never particularly liked) and buying a small old book of fairytales wilth Chinese illustrations. When I bought it I signed the small receipt slip.
I went to a bunch of bars reminiscent of old Prague places. They were dark and served beer and food. I was there with R and we decided to make love right there since everyone was in having lunch and the front was open. We stopped abruptly when we got a call from C, who said she was working at another place and wanted us to meet her there. I remembered we didn't really like this place. We talked to two of the gay waiters, dressed in a vest and collar shirt, and asked them when they were getting married.
R left and suddenly C came in with this group of hippie-dressed bar people to do this weird dance and song to convince people to go to their bar. She acknowledged me silently. I wished I had gotten it on video for R. The bar owner gave one of the little kids a laser pointer.
From then on, it was me going back and forth from floating boat to floating boat over water. The area was mostly a huge lake/sea, and people and places were actually floating boats. I realized I could sometimes jump from one to the other, but it was difficult carrying my laptop and kindle. There was a regular floaty sailboat, and then I had our own Lumina van which floated. Eventually the water went down a bit and I was able to walk with R to the top of the now dry hill and find my vehicle that had been washed up.
We were still supposed to meet C at this bar, but she had sent us a cryptic message saying that the "Browns" were looking for her, and R too. R was now this tall, thin guy. I told him to wait before he left so we could come up with a game plan. It seemed that her bar owner guy was behind all of this. Two dogs arrived (a black and golden laborador retriever) with had notes tied to their mouths from C, who gave directions of where R would have to go, as well as a first aid kit. The moment we took them off, the eyes of the dog became red and he scanned our location, and went right back to the evil bar, where he went through a conveyor belt machine, presumably making our location known. I worried and told R to be careful. I set off myself for the bar (right next door) and confronted the bar master. At this point I was aware that this was all being shot by somoene for a movie behind a black curtain, so I made all my actions deliberate. I fought him in a pseudo-sword fight with a white plastic hanger and he overtook me. For a moment, I read this book which had Grecian looking people illustrated in it and found out how the bar guy and I were related, and how R was the savior I had been looking for. This was all happening as I was supposed to be playing unconscious on the floor. I worried that I kept messing up the camera shots when I moved slightly.
I had a marking on my hand that when I brandished made the bar owner back away in agony. When I was crying and he was about to attack me with a rock, R came in with really white make up on his face (they paused the "film" to tone this down), a Grecian-esque toga/mecha outfit with curly, long blonde Grecian hair. I found I was wearing a shear midnight blue paneled tunic skirt. R attacked him. He gathered me up to block the bar owner from harming me, and when he attacked, I put up my hand. He recoiled. He ran to grab my Kindle (something that appeared to be an important mechanism to his cause) and I tried to knock it out his way by wriggling. I finally caught it in my hand and threw it through a window, into the water.
He escaped and we ran to the edge of the floating bar and jumped in the water as we were shot at. We swam and swam, mostly underwater to avoid the shots, and realized that the city was changing. There was a huge fortress like city in the distance (evil) and the rest of the town had abandoned their houses, boats etc. Everything looked like it had been hit by a flood. We got to the end of the canal and met more bad guys, so we had to go back the other way underwater. Sometimes it was hard to see, and then at other times I could see everything clearly: R walking at the bottom of the "canal," almost like the bottom of a pool, not far behind. We saw some abandoned jet skis and tried to outrun our pursuers, but they were out of gas and we didn't get far. So we just hid behind some debris. After we lost them, he found me a house to wait in and we consummated our relationship in fear that it would be our last. This was sort of paralleled thoughts as I continued with my dream, and I swam around some debris trying to find my way to the new civilization.
They were beige buildings made of concrete with circular porthole windows, and everyone was dressed the same. I stuck out like a sore thumb (I was blondish with a polka dot dress) and they led me into this room where other "pretty" girls were waiting. I realized this was for prostitution. I tried to explain to them what they were getting into - some didn't understand and even cut me in line, including a woman with her husband. We took off our shoes (mine had my protection symbol on it now instead of my hand, which worried me) and were led into a room with all different kinds of beds. There was a tropical themed bed, which was essentially a bamboo mat on a floor with some palm trees. There was an oriental style sofa bed. One from the 1920s. Each one had toiletries next to it on a sort of little table, meant to keep the women clean between sessions. We were apalled and tried to get out.
Eventually I found out that this was a new society where the higher ups were on high ground, and those with less rights were in subterranean ground. We formulated a plan to escape, and I in particular tried to go down into those areas with things like flowers and other illegal items which us lower class were not allowed to possess. I couldn't find my combination to get into the door lock because it was covered in snow, and for some reason my mom was asking me what I was doing there, which made me waste my time further. As a result I was chased by a motorcycle policeman and eventually faked my unconsciousness so that I had time to think about what to do next, seeing as how I couldn't run fast enough.
I kept waking up during this time so nothing truly made sense after this point. But I remember was looking down at the city and explaining the dream to other people. Also mentioned something about cosigning my siblings loans, which had been on my mind. The end of the dream I had broke in to an above ground room with some girls and we were trying to plan how to escape to the old canal town using the coves that were around the subterranean grounds. We could see everything from this big window above, as well as some possible routes to the gated off water. We all agreed that's what we would do next, as the events of the entire dream played as a sort of song verse.
Labels: apocalypse, dystopia, movie, water
Dec. 26th
The one last night seemed to go on forever, as if it was an epic movie. It all started when I was in a "Dorm" and trying to pick up my shoes that I had left that morning. It was starting to snow and I wanted to use them (funny, considering the weather today, huh?) They had labeled my boots for sale, and I had to produce a receipt to make sure that I was telling the truth, which I was none to happy about.
While I was waiting there, some guy behind me was ordering fish. I got angry cause his fish juice was getting all over my stuff. Someone put a shrimp that was making a getaway in the trash. They led us further inside this area to show us a crazy 360 degree movie in a park with a lake and people, then another one with industrial buildings on water. When I got back to reality I decided to tell Ryan. I was back in the line again waiting for the rest of my mail, and saw that people were ready to go into the army for school, and some of them were zombie-like (missing skin, eyeballs, etc.) There was an epidemic going around and it was possible that eventually the strain might find us.
What followed was a bizarre, film-like adventure where R and I weren't sure if we were alive/human anymore. There was a secret army that was developing a fire-resistant suit that we were supposedly going to become part of, thereby losing our identities and free will. Ryan was going to find a regular job, but I was not going into the army. Had been promised to them. we decided to flee. We entered an odd world where there were mostly alive people, but we were almost fading and so easy to capture. We fled from recruiters who threatened to bring us back to the army. Then we got separated.
10 years later I was having intercourse with an actual full human to regain my life source. Some monster came up and wanted in, and hen I told him no he killed everyone else and I was running with another girl (or had I switched POVs?) I hid under a trolley/carriage while they fought. He suddenly had a samurai outfit and she beat the crap out of him. We found ourselves being escorted into a place where Cheez-Its were delicacies, and they had all different kinds. We had been here once before years ago. It was sort of a whore house but not really - like an escort service that specialized in schmoozing with the rich and stealing things. I was a meek man in a top hat, like a professor, who was ordered to go into the back with the others and prepare for the next assignment.
We went into these little stalls (like changing rooms) and were yelled out by the madam to get the money and get out, and not say thank you more than once to anyone. I walked into this flea market-esque place and tipped my hat, twiddled my cane and pretended to be non-chalant. A very dumb, Frankenstein looking man accompanied me. We approached to salesman and they offered me a price for my chocolate powder. I bargained and gave them the powder but NOT the tin, and they gave me $2.84. This went right to the madame who was taken aback. We walked into a kitchen and I praised the tile-work and jade green ensemble, saying it was a lovely kitchen to have. Then we all proceeded to the next part of the plan which was to flee to a neighboring bridge and plan to blow up part of it in anger of 9/11. This is where it REALLY seemed like a movie.
One of the men we were with pointed a gun at the bridge operator and proceeded to tell him that he was stuck in the towers during the 9/11 debacle. There was a woman and a girl with us (part of the family) and he used that as sympathy to get the guy to release the cable holding the bridge together. We were sent flying into the water, but in the end it looked like the bridge wouldn't go. Then, as if through a camera's clouded vision, I saw the bridge column fall in slow motion to the sea. There was then an epilogue where I leaned that everyone in our water-logged group OD'd on whatever crazy drugs they had been given beforehand.
Fast forward to this same exact movie behind the scenes, where I am extra and we are about to film the gory part where people get shredded up in a treadmill and their bodies severed. The Hispanic guy next to me is getting himself painted to look as if he has been cut in half, lighting shining through his torso. I volunteer to look as if my lower half is stuck in a treadmill and I am dead. Someone teaches me to sit with my butt out, back in, and my head up uncomfortably high. I'm in this position for awhile until I realize they are still setting up for the shot and I relax. I get up to stretch and when I come back the director is surveying the shot and getting ready to roll. He criticizes the position of my head, saying that's not how people look up at something. Between these odd moments and I am in between waking and sleeping.
Dec. 24th/25th
The night before Christmas I had a dream that I was watching a movie with Crispin Glover running around naked and crazy, but turned out to not be him, but another actor that looked just like him. Later in the dream, on the small prairie (as we were) I went to the bathroom and found that something was hiding in a panel behind the toilet. I was afraid to use the bathroom but I needed to, so I did quickly, holding it closed. Some freaky looking hunchback started to come in and I got out of the bathroom just in time. I found that I could project words from my breath that spelled out a mystery of my mother who was killed. It turned out be someone we knew, and who one of the girls later married. We were a group of friends that were growing up together through this ordeal. She turned up shot on the beach when the dream ended.
Labels: bomb, cheez-its, food, monster, movie, paranormal, zombie
