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.
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