"Apocalypse Now" - 10/13/2008

"Apocalypse, Now"
10/13/2008

(I really don't remember much of this one, which is a shame, because it was epic. I was working on a Photoshop project of one of my RP characters before bed, last night. He is an archangel, and I'd suppose it was a cross between that, and watching the movie Fallen, which inspired this dream.)

The first thing I remember is being in bed with some girl that looked kind of like N at work. We were both in our underwear and just kind of making out and groping each other. There were more people hanging out in the house, but it was late and everyone was winding down. I kept trying to work her into sex, but she just wasn't having it. After a while, I gave up and we just lay there. She was laying on her stomach and I was using her - quite large - ass for a pillow. Lol.

(This part is really fragmented but...) As we were going to sleep, the dream slipped away into some narrative about a certain wall that was in the house. The wall had all kinds of inscriptions in it, and there was fire-light seeping out from various holes all over it. I believe it actually explained the wall, in depth, but I'm not too sure. I do know that, soon enough, it was day time and we were all up and roaming around the house. We'd come across this wall and began exploring it. A couple of us actually found a way into the wall, which led to some crazy supernatural chamber - like a huge tomb buried under the house. One kid that went through the wall came out with the power to make himself invisible. I remember that more of us went in, and more of us came out with super-powers. I don't actually remember having one myself, though.

After finding out about the super-powers, the dream then shifted to show an Archangel who I came to identify as "Michael." (While going through Google Images for references, I came upon a cool picture called "The Archangel Michael.") My perspective followed this angel around for a while, and it became apparent that he was on the verge of kicking off the Apocalypse. I don't remember exactly how, but a large percentage of the world's population was given super-powers (I'm guessing through walls/chambers like the one we'd found), and this was all to lead into a huge battle between good and evil, with super-humans on both sides of the lines. Many of us were still human, though, and this battle began consuming everything. My perspective went back into my own body, and those of us that were hanging out at the house had come outside, just as the battle was sweeping in and destroying the neighborhood. We took up shelter in the garage and watched. I remember finding a gun and keeping it with me, just in case we had to end up going into the fray. Those of us with super-powers ended up jumping in, on their own.

The scene outside the house was the one thing I remember more than anything else about the dream: watching from the garage, we saw hordes of super-powered humans swarming in and just obliterating everything. A "Human Torch" type character flew in and landed on the drive-way, throwing flames at some of the others. A telekinetic picked up a neighbor's van with his mind and slung in through the air, crushing another person. Men and women with an array of powers were just slugging it out in front of us, and it was all-out destruction with no winning side in sight. Suddenly, there a huge white flash in the sky which completely dominated the battle. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. The archangel had appeared, floating slowly toward the street, with a presence that seemed to dwarf all of the fighters, collectively. I don't remember what happened after he showed up, though.

"Terminated" - 09/20/2008

"Terminated"
09/20/2008

(Really intense dream of dying, last night.)

I was at work and something had happened to where a lot of us were getting in trouble for bullshit. I can't remember exactly what it was that they got me for, but I was soon standing shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of my co-workers who were on the shit list, too. (I think they were accusing me of lying to a customer or something like that). We were told that we were going to be fired for doing what they accused us of doing, and that being fired basically meant being lined up and shot in the head, execution style.

One of the managers held an assault rifle to us, from the front, so that no one would attempt to run anywhere, lest they be shot in a less merciful place than the head. Then, the other manager went down the row, one by one, and began capping people in the back of the head. Needless to say, I was beyond terrified. I can't quite remember, but I think I started to break down, nearly scared to tears that I was about to be executed. Ironically enough, our coolest manager was the one that was going down the line and shooting people. When he got to me, he could see how shaken I was, and he said in a low voice something about how he was going to do it in a specific spot to make it as quick as possible, and that I probably wouldn't feel a thing. Right after he said this, it felt like someone flicked me in the back of the head, and then my head felt immediately congested, as if I had the worst cold ever and my head was swelling up from the inside. My eyes began going dim, and I could tell that I had been shot and was dying. (I got that sinking feeling that seems to accompany all of my dreams of being near death.)

Soon, everything faded to black, and I was in a void - though still 'conscious'. This, I figured, was death. It wasn't "nothingness", as many assume, but an eternity inside this void, with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company. After that, I felt the strangest passage of time. It felt like experiencing years, and a single second, simultaneously; very 'life-passing before my eyes'-ish.

Suddenly, I woke up (from the death - but still in the dream). The manager who had shot me was now standing over me and telling me to get up. He said something about how we were only 'temporarily killed'; I had been 'out' since September (this month) and it was now around March or April of the following year. Everyone else who had been killed had been revived as well. I remember feeling really broken up about the experience. I was just horrified to the core, over what had happened, and was a complete, nervous wreck. Reaching back, I felt the healing bullet wound, just off-center, near the base of my skull. I then ran out the door and got away from the building as quickly as I could, calling Tony, as well as the rest of my family and friends, and letting them know about what happened. I remember the feeling of just being extremely and utterly happy to be alive.

"Bruce Lee Wayne" - 12/13/2008

”Bruce Lee Wayne”
12/13/2008

I was in a crowded arena or gymnasium, and I don’t remember why, but I soon became the target of a certain group of nefarious people. I saw them coming down the aisles, searching the audience for me. Since I was seated in the middle of the crowd, my pursuers seemed to have me in a position that would have made it impossible to get away on foot. I was completely calm, though, as they closed in, because I knew I had another method of escape. I reached down beside me and pulled out Batman’s grappling gun. (The Batman: The Animated Series version.) Aiming it at the convertible, stadium-type ceiling, I fired the grappling out of the muzzle and it launched up and out of the roof. Feeling the cable had been secured, I hit the 'retract' button and soared up into the air, leaving my would-be attackers behind.

Surprisingly enough, I wound up ascending into another large area, instead of onto the roof of the arena as I'd expected. I was now on a some sort of mid-way deck, near an Olympic-sized swimming pool filled with people. I checked to see what the grappling hook had attached to and saw that the cable was wrapped around an impossible array of pipes and pillars - having zig-zagged all across the room and connected to a countless number of points rather than having just hooking onto the first stable surface. After taking a moment to wind the cord back up into the gun, I quickly made my way outside of the building and tried to leave the parking lot as quickly as I could.

The parking lot was on an unpaved field, at night, and covered in fresh mud from a recent rain. I don’t know why, but there were now cops trying to stop me from leaving the place as well. (I know it wasn't cops who were chasing me, inside the arena, but now there were definitely cops trying to stop me.) I got into my car and tried to get away, but all the vehicle did was spin out in the mud that was caked around my tires. More and more red and blue lights converged on me from all sides, and I could see that I wasn't about to drive anywhere. Finally, I got out of the car and made a run for it, dodging and weaving passed all of the cars that were also slipping through the mud, trying to chase me down.

It was soon daytime, and I had now fully taken on the persona of Bruce Wayne (a logical progression, after having used Batman's grapple gun, I suppose. Lol). I was walking down the street of a large city which reminded me of Miami’s South Beach. I knew that I was still being tracked, both by the cops and those people back at the arena, so by this point, I had pretty much shed the whole Wayne lifestyle and opted to just wander for a while and lay low. Eventually, I'd happened upon a quaint Wing Chun dojo and decided to further my (Bruce Wayne’s) martial arts training. Inside, I met a really small, generous master and his wife. They were both upward of 60 years old and, at first glance, neither of them would have seemed the least bit threatening. Playing the role of a wanderer who didn’t have a penny to his name, I was able to stay in a back room of the dojo, and the master gave me an old, nearly broken down dirt bike to get around the city on, until I completed my training.

After some time, though, I had been hunted down. I vaguely remember a group of guys bursting into the dojo and my having to fight them off (but that part is more of a hunch than an actual detailed recollection). What I do remember in detail, though, is that I was soon outside of the dojo and running to use a payphone. When I got to the phone, a pickup truck swerved out of traffic and pulled right up onto the sidewalk behind me. Some cowboy-looking dude got out of the truck and started walking toward me, while I was on the phone. Casually, he pulled out a sawed-off, double-barreled shotgun and began loading it in this arrogant, deliberately slow manner, as if he knew that he was about to kill me and there was nothing I could do about it. Obviously, he was a professional hit man, and he was very confident in his abilities. My mind began racing. I saw him nonchalantly load two shells and snap the barrel back together. The barrel began to swing up – again: nonchalantly – in my direction and, for a split second, I wondered what Bruce Lee would do in this situation (associating the Wing Chun from before).

Almost instinctively, I lunged in toward the man and grabbed the barrel of the gun before it was able to center itself upon me. Holding it in one hand, my other arm came up and my palm cracked the man in the face. We started struggling for the gun, but I wasn’t able to pull it from his hand. Instead, indirectly, I began to turn the gun away from myself and in his direction. Still unable to pull it from him – and knowing that it was either him or me – I pulled the trigger just as the barrel lodged itself in the man’s ribs during our scuffle. It went off, and I was forcefully sprayed with his blood. The body fell before me and, as if on cue, I heard sirens closing in from a distance.

Without wasting a moment, just as the police were pulling up, I hopped on the noisy, poorly-maintained dirt bike and sped off down the street with the cops giving chase.

"Lakeview Lucidity" - 12/27/2008 (Lucid)

”Lakeview Lucidity”
12/27/2008

(Lucid)

(I really brought lucidity back with a vengeance, after this dry spell! I took some b6 and melatonin before bed, but then I woke up at 6, after ‘dreamless’ sleep, and came to browse DV for a little while. Knowing I had a few more hours to sleep, I turned on the brain-flooder app for a little while, popped another melatonin and went back to bed. I couldn’t resist burning a bowl, though, which may be why my recall is so shoddy - which also might seem a little ironic, considering the size of the post, but I know there is a lot I’m leaving out. The main factor, though, is probably just that this dream was so damn long. It just seemed to go on and on, and I kept losing and re-gaining lucidity, throughout. I tried, numerous times, to stop and run over the events that were happening in the dream, just so I could remember them all when I woke up, and I believe I got most of it. But there were some points where I was just like “There is no way in hell I’m going to remember all this when I wake up,” and I just quit trying. 

Enough of that, though, and on to the dream…)

The first thing I remember is sitting in a boat, talking to someone. It was night time, and we were on a lake right outside of an apartment complex. Looking out over the lake, toward the moon, I could see a bunch of alligators on top of the water. By on top, I mean literally - as in they were walking on top of the water, instead of just breaking the surface. I pointed this out to whoever was in the boat with me, which I think might have been Tony, and instantly realized I was dreaming. Though a little apprehensive about the pitch-black water around us, I stepped out of the boat and started walking across the water. Again, it felt like real water under my shoes, as if I wasn’t standing on it, but more like floating with my feet just barely touching the surface.

While standing on the water, I looked down at my hands to ground myself into the dream. My fingers looked like they were tied in knots, but I didn't take too long to focus on them. From there, I started flying, ascending over the lake and heading toward the apartments beside it. I went phasing through the walls and doors, trying to find something interesting to do. Nothing really seemed to come to mind, immediately, and then I thought of the Dream Views Tasks of the Month. It still took me a moment to remember what the tasks were, but - this being Decembers - I remembered that one of them was to take a ride on Santa’s sleigh.

Heading outside, I flew up to the roof, which was actually quite tough to land on because it had one of those high-angled, church-type rooftops, and my feet kept trying to slide down it. I got to the top, though, and looked out over the lake. It was dark out, but a pretty clear night...and warm. It didn’t seem very Christmas-y, and I really wanted to set the mood, if I was going to try to summon Santa and/or his sleigh. I began to visualize winds coming in from my right, and a blanket of snow streaming down over the grass and dark water of the lake. The winds slowly began to pick up, on command, and I was sort of directing it in as if I was using telekinesis. I would focus on drawing it in from the right, inhaling and tensing a bit as I drew my hands from right to left. Then, relaxing, I sifted my hands back over to the right again, then drew them again to the left while ‘pulling’ the wind across the scene. I could hear waves being born on the lake, growing with intensity, the more I tried to pull the snow and winds in. All I was able to create was wind and a few mere dashes of white on the dark surfaces beneath me. No true snow storm.

Finally, I figured that I was using up too much energy in trying to do this, and I wanted to have some fun with this lucid before it was over. After a few more tries, I gave up and floated back down off of the roof. Wandering aimlessly, trying to think of something epic to do, I began to get a little…uh...'anxious'…and wondered if I had time for a quickie and whether I could pull one off without waking up. I started phasing in and out of the apartments again, looking for a hot DC chick to have sex with. 

Going through one of the hallways, I came across a group of roughneck-looking guys with a basketball. They were coming my way and I just didn’t feel like dealing with them so, when they got within range, I just jumped up and hovered over their heads, touching down lightly, behind them, as they passed. They all turned around and looked at me in shock, and I just kept on going, trying to find a good, lucid lay. I had no luck, though. All of the apartments were more or less abandoned, but I did come across one heavyset man that was cleaning one of the apartments. A bit curious as to how he would answer, I asked him (as if he were a separate entity from myself) to tell me something about the universe. I can’t remember what he answered or what, exactly, I asked him.

Phasing through objects seemed to get harder, the longer the dream went on. I was beginning to get ‘stuck’ in things and would really have to push my way through them. I knew that there had to be a better way of getting around. I didn’t want to try spinning, since that usually makes the whole dream deteriorate and puts me at the risk of waking up, so I wanted to try something else. I remembered the ‘door’ method I used back in my previous “Water Dragon” lucid dream, and decided to give it a shot. As before, I put my hand down on the carpet and visualized a thin plank of wood materializing beneath my palm. A long, translucent strip came into view, beneath my hand. The strip gained solidity, to where it was no longer see-through, and I pulled my hand upward, the strip elongating on the vertical plane and stretching into a brown wooden door. When the door was as tall as I was, I let it go, and it stood there in front of me. Before I really had time to suggest to myself what I wanted to find behind the door, I absently reached out and opened it, already beginning to step through.

I was now in someone else’s house and was surrounded by a Spanish family. It was daytime, and the sun shone in through the windows. I don’t remember exactly when, but it was sometime around here that I first lost lucidity. There was an adorable little baby boy, with a little beanie on, and I picked him up and sat down in a chair with him on my lap. Immediately, it was if I had been a friend of the family for a long time. I started rocking the chair, holding the baby, and he began dozing off. I don’t remember if I met the girl first, or became lucid again first, but – somewhere around here – I realized I was dreaming again. Don’t know if anything triggered it or if it was spontaneous. There was now a girl there who looked just like a young Salma Hayek hanging around, and I immediately gravitated toward her. (I just saw her on Punk’d yesterday. Good gawd, she is perfect!) I just hung out with her for a while, without really turning it into anything overtly sexual. She had to do something for her family involving tending to bees and wasps, and I helped her with that. I wasn’t afraid of the insects because I kept reminding myself it was a dream. Otherwise, I probably would have been terrified. Lol. She was really shy and reserved at first, which actually made me even more attracted to her, but she warmed up to me rather quickly.

Next thing I know, we were waking up together in an elegant, white room with two large beds. In the other bed was some huge dude, passed out. Her roommate or something, in this narrative, I guessed. Don’t know, exactly, and it really didn't matter to me. We were both naked and she carried the white sheet with her as she got up and went over toward the bathroom. I followed her and walked up behind her, sliding my arms around her and kissing her neck while I talked to her. She seemed to forget her original reason for getting up as I guided her over to a short counter-top, somewhat sitting/standing against it, pulling her back against me.(So awesome that I found such an accurate picture. Heh.) I could tell she was getting hot, the way she leaned her head back to me while I kissed her neck. My hands traced down her stomach and played along her pelvis. They started to go lower and she kind of flinched, apprehensively. I backed off just slightly, and kept kissing her neck and shoulder. Obviously feeling the intoxication, she was a little more inviting. My hands continued to play around her body, and she returned the favor, leading us, inevitably, to having sex against the counter. Even while getting it on, I periodically looked over her shoulder, seeing that the other DC - who was supposed to be sleeping - was now just pretending to be asleep, and failing miserably. I could see him watching us through squinted eyes, not sure whether or not she noticed. I didn’t really care, though, knowing this was just a dream. The sex was great, though. Very, very hot.

Around here, the dreaming became really erratic. I kept changing scenes and losing – then regaining - lucidity. Periodically, I would stop and try to remember everything that happened in the dream, starting back from being in the boat. Then, I would find myself somewhere/sometime else, and lose lucidity all over again. At one point, I was back at the lake, in the boat. I was with ‘Salma’, this time, and we were just rowing along, leisurely. We were talking about something and something that was said triggered some awareness in me. It hit me, in the middle of a sentence and – though I forgot how the sentence began – my last few words were “…because this is still just a dream!”  As soon as I said this, I became lucid again. I started to fly like I had in the beginning, since it was just so much damn fun. I went up really high and then free-fell down toward the lake. Just before impact I braced myself and focused on not entering the water. Instead, I hit the water like it was a water bed, sinking just a bit and jiggling around on the surface.

‘Salma’ and I hung out and, sometime after this, she ended up getting kidnapped. I had to fly to some far off place to get the guys that had her, and I remember streaking across a large city at night. Before I knew it, I was ascending some high, rocky tower and flying was getting more and more difficult. I was starting to just hover for a while and descend. So, I stuck to jumping great lengths and climbing the mountainous tower on hand and foot. It was really intense, because large pieces of stone kept crumbling under my weight and dropping down to the earth far below. Lucid or not, I didn’t like how little control I had, and being so high was making me a bit nervous. I made my way into the tower through a tiny opening in its face. Inside, I chased down the guys that had ‘Salma,’ and got her back. One of the men shot at me with a crossbow, and I was able to jump aside just as the arrow went passed me…right into ‘Salma’s’ back, killing her.

Immediately (and involuntarily, actually), I was able to somehow rewind the scene. The villain drew the crossbow again and fired. This time I tried to catch the arrow. I was only able to grab the back end of the shaft, though, and the arrow was deflected slightly; away from ‘Salma’s’ back but stabbing her, instead, in the hand.

After this, I turned the tables on the villains. My dream control increased significantly, just out of annoyance, and I was able to easily fly again. I rose up from the ground with my arms at my sides, pretty pissed off at this confrontation. Slowly, I began flying after them as they ran, stalking them, picking them up with telekinesis and throwing them all over the hallways. I don’t remember exactly what I ended up doing to them in the end, though.

"Imbedded" - 01/18/2007

“Imbedded”
01/18/2007

(Jesus, what a dream. Definitely not one of the cool action scenarios I've come to enjoy. I’d taken a multivitamin before bed, which I’m beginning to figure is a lot less necessary, seeing as how I haven’t been smoking at all, during the week. Usually when I take something before bed (B6 or Multivitamins) my dreams are not only much more vivid, but intense, so I may be giving those a rest, too. We’ll see.)

Anyway, as this dream began, I was journalist in Iraq. The sun was just starting to set and I was working along side CNN’s Soledad O’Brien. She was working a different topic, but we were working very close, often intertwining our stories, I’d suppose. The beginning is more of a blur. I know the topic I was covering had something to do with this underground tunneling system that the Mujahideen were using to tactically move around Iraq. At first, I was under the impression that I was given clearance to cover this story, but at one point, as I was standing along with Soledad and her camera crew, some of the Jihadists singled me out. One, seemingly unarmed, man grabbed me by my arms and began to walk me away from the rest of the crew. Obviously, Soledad was accepted, as they made sure to let her know that it was only me that had done something wrong. I remember her calling after me and trying to tell the hooded men that I was a part of her team. It meant nothing to them.

Being quickly guided toward the corner of a building, away from the cameras, I asked the guy where he was taking me. He said that he had orders to simply take me around the corner and execute me. I don’t even think he gave me a reason. Immediately, I was terrified. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

We got around the corner and into a small alley way. Scared out of my mind, I watched the man reach into the front of his pants and pull out a black pistol that looked a lot like an old Luger. As he was bringing the barrel up in my direction, I desperately lunged for the gun, grabbing it by the barrel and the man’s wrist. He fought back and the two of us struggled to gain control of the weapon. The scuffle lasted a couple of seconds and it ended up with me bending his wrist to a good enough angle to slide my finger into the trigger housing and squeeze, just as the barrel swung around to the guy’s head. The loud crack of gunfire rang out - and then, silence.

My heart sank, even though I’d killed him in self-defense, and I backed away. I didn’t even have time to collect my thoughts before I saw more men coming around the corner, a few-dozen yards away. I broke into a sprint, in the opposite direction, and began running through all the twisting and turning alleyways trying to lose them. The sun was going down and I was looking for any sort of shadowy places to hide. I passed a huge pen with a dog in it that started barking as I approached. I moved around the pen, constantly watching my back.

Coming up to the next corner, I actually began hearing mother calling for me. I looked into a nearby doorway and saw a man aiming a rifle at me, but my mom was next to him, motioning for me to hurry into the doorway. I went inside this building, that was actually a covert bunker for the American forces. Mom was there as an aid, and there were a bunch of people inside listening to surveillance equipment and staring at radar screens. They told me that (somehow) this building was 100% safe. Shaking, I sat down in a chair and began agonizing on how close I’d come to being executed and reflecting, painfully, on the fact that I’d just killed a man. For the last few seconds of the dream, I was a complete mess of emotions.

…I gotta stop watching the news.

"Not So Imaginary Friend" - 04/30/2009

"Not So Imaginary Friend"
04/30/2009

I was in an unfamiliar apartment complex at night. There was a little boy hanging around, who had this mysterious little 'girlfriend' around his own age. They were always playing together, and on this night, I caught up with them while they were playing in the grass in front of one of the stairwells. I was walking along the sidewalk, and I moved in a little closer to see what they were doing. There was a tree positioned between us, and as I walked around behind it, it blocked my view of the pair for just a moment. Continuing on, passing the tree, the little boy came back into view from the other side. Oddly enough, though, the little girl didn't. I wondered if she'd walked a little to one side, to where the tree was still blocking her, so I kept walking - taking two more steps, then three, then four. The little girl was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she'd simply vanished, and the little boy was sitting there, playing by himself.

Suddenly, I got the feeling of a presence behind me, and I quickly turned around. The little girl was standing right behind me, staring up at me. We'd only met eye to eye for a moment, before she unexpectedly opened her mouth. Eerily, it grew wider and wider, as did her eyes - all of the color rushing out of her face. Her mouth stretched even wider, until it was twice its normal size. Her face went ashen white, and she let out this ghoulish scream that assaulted all my senses and sent me into vertigo, disorienting me to the point where I lost all sight and felt that I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, it was daytime, and I was pulling up to the same complex with Tony. We spent a little while hanging out and went down to a bar that was attached to the complex, meeting up with a bunch of the people I work with (I usually go to the bar for lunch with them, which is attached to the building I work in). We had a few drinks, and walked back to the apartments once it got dark. After getting rid of everyone else, I was walking through a really dark hallway, a bit apprehensive about my surroundings, because I remembered the ghost girl that I'd seen the previous night. Coming to a room at the end of the hall, I walked inside and saw the little boy. I just had to find out more about this ghostly friend of his, but when I asked him about her, he acted as if I didn't know what I was talking about. He played completely unaware of her existence, and even got to telling me that I was just imagining things, and he didn't even have a little girlfriend that he'd been playing with. I actually argued with him about it for a little bit, but he was steadfast in his assertion that I was off my rocker.

Shortly afterward, the boy was called out with the rest of the kids in the complex. They were all going somewhere together. I don't remember any costumes, but it was as if they were all going trick-or-treating or something. I was still highly upset that he disavowed any knowledge of the little girl, and I watched the boy through an upper-story window as he went out to meet the rest of the kids in the distance. To my surprise, while he walked out toward the group, I saw the boy reach out to one side, walking with his hand out as if he was holding someone's hand, but there was no one there. What I did see, though - due to a street lamp shining in his direction - was a mysterious shadow. Two walking legs strolled beneath the figure of another small child, the shadow's arm stretched out and connecting to the arm of the boy's own shadow. Apparently, the boy had been lying, and he and his now invisible friend walked hand-in-hand, on their way to join the other kids.

"Crazy Drunken Family" - 02/12/2008

"Crazy Drunken Family"
02/12/2008

I was hanging out with some wild, hillbilly family. We were in a backwoods kinda town, at night, and were getting completely hammered. This family had some sort of fixation with doing really dangerous shit, while drunk, and so while I was still having fun with them, I was slightly keeping my distance. Drinking what looked like Jack Daniels out of the bottle, one guy pulled out a pistol and started carelessly shooting at the propane tank beneath his BBQ grill. The bullets kept sparking off of the cylinder but wouldn’t explode. Rowdy as ever, another family member got on top of their pick up struck and started dumping gasoline all over it, yelling “WOOOOOOOOOO!!!” like the drunken lunatic he was. After he got down from atop the vehicle, one of the women, just as drunk, got inside of the car that was parked a few feet behind the pick-up. She floored it and drove straight into the back of the pick-up. The whole thing just exploded as if a bomb had gone off, rocking the entire yard and making a huge fireball. I thought that there was no way in hell that the woman could have lived through that, but the car door opened and she staggered out, laughing hysterically. 

Later, we were sitting on their porch, continuing to drink, and they were still doing crazy things like breaking glass, just to step on it with their bare feet, and playing around with knives. They also had a one-eyed cat walking around, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had lost its other eye due to this kind of behavior. A young guy and girl decided that they were going to go out for a joyride, completely wasted, and they soon took off. After a while, I’d simply gotten tired of dealing with these people, because they were a little (a lot) too wild for me. I figured some or all of them were going to get killed, and there was no way I was about to sit there and preach to them. (They’d have probably killed me, anyway. Lol.) 

Apparently, these were my mom’s friends, more than they were mine. I was going to let her know what kind of stuff these psychos were up to, but she was fast asleep in one of the back rooms. I decided to do the same and went to another room to lie down for a while. Shortly afterward, the sun was beginning to come up. The lady of the house and one of her daughters came in and they seemed to have sobered up. I don’t remember whether or not I’d actually been asleep, but I got up and went to the kitchen to talk to them. The mother seemed to be somewhat embarrassed about the way they’d been acting and asked me not to judge them, which I told her I wouldn’t have. She started asking me questions about my past and my “relationship with white people.” Apparently they hadn’t had very many close interactions with black people before. She started asking about my mom’s as well. I gave her a brief run-down and told her that we treat white people just like we treat anyone else, that many of our closest friends were white, and that my daughter was half-white. This seemed to put her a little more at ease, and she just nodded her head. Then, without warning, she swiped up a box-cutter from the kitchen counter and held it up to her own throat, getting this crazed look in her eyes. She started manically asking me “So what would you do, if I were to just slit my throat, right now?! Would you even care??! Would you?!!” 

I’m like “What the fuck?? How could you even ask me that, after everything I just told you??” Her daughter was freaking out, telling her mom to stop, but the woman kept staring at me, shouting “Answer the question!! Answer it!!” with the box-cutter pressed up against her throat. 

That’s when I woke up.

"WhoSane?" - 01/10/2007

"WhoSane?"
01/10/2007

I was with a bunch of friends at a nightclub. It reminded me a lot of Tabu, in Orlando, but with a bunch of subtle changes. One of the changes was that there was a concession area which was separated from the dance floor and in a completely different room, whereas Tabu has the dance floor and bar in the same place. I broke away from my friends and walked out to the concession area. It had immediately turned to daytime, in the concession area, and it was a lot like being at the snack bar at a college football stadium. When I got to the window, I bought a couple of drinks. A Middle-Eastern guy was working the stand and he either had a name-tag that said “Apu” or he told me his name was “Apu.” I can’t remember which but, regardless, I knew that was his name. The total came up to like $6, and all I had on me was my Visa card. I tried to pay with the Visa, but he said there was a $8 minimum for credit/debit. Annoyed (because I hate “minimum restrictions” when trying to use my card) I started looking around for something else to buy, that I know I didn’t really want, anyway. 

Without warning, there was an explosion, off to one side of me, and in walks Saddam Hussein, himself, along with a small entourage of his officers. For no reason at all, he just started going ape on the stadium, and his group begins killing everyone in sight. I can’t remember the actual dialogue, but somehow I got singled out by Hussein because he was really close with Apu, the concession clerk, and he somehow knew that I was frustrated with the $8 minimum, so he took my frustration as “disrespect.” Before I knew it, I was running for my life as everything - from machine-gun fire; to rockets; to grenades - was being hurled in my direction. They had absolutely no regard for anyone else in the crowd. As I was running and zig-zagging through all of these people, large crowds were being blown apart and riddled with bullets that were meant for me. I left the “club” and these maniacs chased me, rockets pretty much destroying everything around me. I was booking like a damned track star, though! Haha. 

 The scenery around me made a subtle transition, from an American city street to what seemed like an old, Iraqi neighborhood. The onslaught continued, though – men, women and children being annihilated, circumstantially, while I sprinted along an erratic, snaking path away from Hussein and Co. 

As if this all wasn’t random enough: whose house do I end up going to for help? Uday Hussein, Saddam’s (also deceased) son. (I don’t even know what he looks like IRL. Lol.) Nice house, too... 

…Anyway, I ran in through his door and caught up to him while he was in his kitchen. Frantically, I was screaming something along the lines of “Uday! Help me! Saddam has gone fucking Berserk, and he’s going to kill me!” Uday, of course, simply gave me the most pitiful look and then bust out laughing. I was left suddenly thinking to myself “Crap. This was a great idea...” 

So, the door opened and Saddam and crew came walking in. Uday, still laughing, leaned in and gave Saddam a big hug, and the entire group turned to look at me in unison, smiling. Figuring I was about 10 seconds away from being slaughtered, I suddenly made a break for a glass patio door that I noticed in the corner of my eye. Even though it only took me about 2 seconds to reach the door, I had time to wonder how much crashing through a glass and wood-grid door was going to suck and brace myself to get shredded by the glass. Surprisingly, though, I pushed the entire door straight off the hinges, uniformly. While running, full-speed...again...I remember wondering just how in the hell I got through the glass door without breaking it. 

 I don’t remember anything else after this, though.