Of nakedness, African musicians, punishment and vampires
I had a dream I was on some generic university campus. A friend ran up to me. She was naked, because she had slipped in some vomit and gotten it all over her clothes. I gave her my jacket, and she stuck pieces of paper over her other private parts, and we began to walk back to the dorms. Along the way, she got a lot of weird looks (and some compliments).
When we got back to the dorm, the hall was filled with little children from Africa holding instruments. My friend and I got into the elevator. There was a crevice running along the edge of the elevator, and some man was laying in it. My friend suddenly had a backpack and started to pull her now-clean clothes out of it, and get dressed. She almost dropped her bra and underwear down the crevice of the elevator. I looked at the door to the elevator, and saw the front end of a pair of boots (presumably attached to a person) climbing up.
When the door to the elevator opened, a partition came down from the ceiling and almost crushed the man laying in the crevice. My friend dropped her shopping bag, and food came tumbling out. I helped her to gather it up while some nice man held the door. She was very proud that she had found some special kind of grapes (big and purple ones) to honor our guests from Africa. I grabbed a huge, squishy onion that was as big as my stomach and her and I stepped off the elevator.
Again, the hall was filled with children from Africa holding various instruments, preparing to give us a concert. A representative from the university held out a flute to me, expecting me to take it as apparently we were supposed to join in at some point to show our solidarity and brotherhood. I declined, since I cannot play the flute, and anyway my hands were full so I had to get back to my room to drop off my stuff. He told me to hurry back before the harmonica was taken.
I opened the door to my room, which resembled a classroom more than a dorm. A bunch of people from my high school were there. One African American mentioned something about how we had to make the kids from Africa feel at ease, since they didn't entirely believe that slavery was over (we had done it once, what was to prevent us from doing it again?). This devolved into a discussion about "illegal aliens", with a different boy praising the merits of having an office American I.D. card that had to be carried around at all times. Another girl and I were quick to defend "undocumented immigrants", pointing out that since they worked for less it allowed prices to stay low, which was useful to the economy. I added that some people, mostly women, would buy things they didn't need just because the price was so good. The matter settled, we began to fire guns filled with cheese at one another and practice a song we had prepared for our guests.
We filed out onto the clearing in the middle of a forest to take our seats for the concert. Little monsters was circling the group, and they kept trying to take a bite out of me. I prevented this by stabbing them whenever they got close to me.
The children from Africa marched out and formed a group. It soon became apparent that they were not there to give us a concert, as all of them had one hand completely wrapped up with a white bandage. In reality, they were there to punish us for how we had treated the Jews in the past. Our punishment was that we had to jump off this tall tower onto a trampoline, where we would presumably be turned into whatever we wanted to be, or whatever we feared being. It varied from person to person.
I went back to my dorm room to get some things. There was a huge bag of condoms sitting in the public bathroom, and I took a couple so I could be prepared for whatever happened. A guy, in a blind panic, wrenched a toilet bowl from the ground and used it to break open a window. As he was trying to escape by crawling out of it, I heard the voices of the children say,
"We are aware of everything. For instance, at this moment someone is trying to escape. He is dead now."
And the guy fell back from the window onto the floor, stone cold dead.
I went back to the dorm room. All of my classmates were sitting around panicking, trying to figure out what to do. I was calm, and told them that it was worse sitting around dreading the unknown. Since we couldn't escape, I was going to go face the punishment that the little kids from Africa had sentenced us to. They told me it was easier for me, since I had friends. I laughed at them and told them that I was more aware than most people that I was always alone, that in fact I suspected that a great deal of people never felt close to anyone.
I got in line to take my punishment. A guy before be stepped of the ledge, bounced on the trampoline, and became a clown in full makeup. It was my turn. I briefly considered calling my dad to tell him what was going on and to say goodbye, but I didn't want to worry him when there was nothing he could do. I whispered,
"I love you, daddy."
Then I jumped. I bounced off the trampoline a couple of times.
And then I transformed into a vampire.
There were a couple of other people who had turned into vampires because they were masquerading as them beforehand, and they were all freaked out. I was in seventh heaven. I convinced them that we needed to stick together, and that we could be an awesome coven. I told them that we could go around the world, killing evil people.
"I know it is SO Ann Rice," I said, "but it is something I have always wanted to do."
I told them I wanted to go home and see my family, and gave all my fellow vampires a couple of days to do the same. We were to meet in front of the Grace A. Dow Memorial Library in a couple of days, after sundown but before 10:30pm,. which is when we would be departing.
We went to the Middle East and convinced some terrorist group that we wanted to join up. Instead, when they took us to their camp, we turned on them, sniping them as we jumped from tree branch to tree branch to keep them confused. We saved the leader for last, and captured him and tied him up instead of just outright shooting him. We were torturing him when an American soldier arrived. He complimented us on our good work, and told us to wait there while he went to get his commanding officer. He wanted us to work for the U.S. Army. Since vampires work for NO ONE, we waited until he left then took off.
And then I woke up.
When we got back to the dorm, the hall was filled with little children from Africa holding instruments. My friend and I got into the elevator. There was a crevice running along the edge of the elevator, and some man was laying in it. My friend suddenly had a backpack and started to pull her now-clean clothes out of it, and get dressed. She almost dropped her bra and underwear down the crevice of the elevator. I looked at the door to the elevator, and saw the front end of a pair of boots (presumably attached to a person) climbing up.
When the door to the elevator opened, a partition came down from the ceiling and almost crushed the man laying in the crevice. My friend dropped her shopping bag, and food came tumbling out. I helped her to gather it up while some nice man held the door. She was very proud that she had found some special kind of grapes (big and purple ones) to honor our guests from Africa. I grabbed a huge, squishy onion that was as big as my stomach and her and I stepped off the elevator.
Again, the hall was filled with children from Africa holding various instruments, preparing to give us a concert. A representative from the university held out a flute to me, expecting me to take it as apparently we were supposed to join in at some point to show our solidarity and brotherhood. I declined, since I cannot play the flute, and anyway my hands were full so I had to get back to my room to drop off my stuff. He told me to hurry back before the harmonica was taken.
I opened the door to my room, which resembled a classroom more than a dorm. A bunch of people from my high school were there. One African American mentioned something about how we had to make the kids from Africa feel at ease, since they didn't entirely believe that slavery was over (we had done it once, what was to prevent us from doing it again?). This devolved into a discussion about "illegal aliens", with a different boy praising the merits of having an office American I.D. card that had to be carried around at all times. Another girl and I were quick to defend "undocumented immigrants", pointing out that since they worked for less it allowed prices to stay low, which was useful to the economy. I added that some people, mostly women, would buy things they didn't need just because the price was so good. The matter settled, we began to fire guns filled with cheese at one another and practice a song we had prepared for our guests.
We filed out onto the clearing in the middle of a forest to take our seats for the concert. Little monsters was circling the group, and they kept trying to take a bite out of me. I prevented this by stabbing them whenever they got close to me.
The children from Africa marched out and formed a group. It soon became apparent that they were not there to give us a concert, as all of them had one hand completely wrapped up with a white bandage. In reality, they were there to punish us for how we had treated the Jews in the past. Our punishment was that we had to jump off this tall tower onto a trampoline, where we would presumably be turned into whatever we wanted to be, or whatever we feared being. It varied from person to person.
I went back to my dorm room to get some things. There was a huge bag of condoms sitting in the public bathroom, and I took a couple so I could be prepared for whatever happened. A guy, in a blind panic, wrenched a toilet bowl from the ground and used it to break open a window. As he was trying to escape by crawling out of it, I heard the voices of the children say,
"We are aware of everything. For instance, at this moment someone is trying to escape. He is dead now."
And the guy fell back from the window onto the floor, stone cold dead.
I went back to the dorm room. All of my classmates were sitting around panicking, trying to figure out what to do. I was calm, and told them that it was worse sitting around dreading the unknown. Since we couldn't escape, I was going to go face the punishment that the little kids from Africa had sentenced us to. They told me it was easier for me, since I had friends. I laughed at them and told them that I was more aware than most people that I was always alone, that in fact I suspected that a great deal of people never felt close to anyone.
I got in line to take my punishment. A guy before be stepped of the ledge, bounced on the trampoline, and became a clown in full makeup. It was my turn. I briefly considered calling my dad to tell him what was going on and to say goodbye, but I didn't want to worry him when there was nothing he could do. I whispered,
"I love you, daddy."
Then I jumped. I bounced off the trampoline a couple of times.
And then I transformed into a vampire.
There were a couple of other people who had turned into vampires because they were masquerading as them beforehand, and they were all freaked out. I was in seventh heaven. I convinced them that we needed to stick together, and that we could be an awesome coven. I told them that we could go around the world, killing evil people.
"I know it is SO Ann Rice," I said, "but it is something I have always wanted to do."
I told them I wanted to go home and see my family, and gave all my fellow vampires a couple of days to do the same. We were to meet in front of the Grace A. Dow Memorial Library in a couple of days, after sundown but before 10:30pm,. which is when we would be departing.
We went to the Middle East and convinced some terrorist group that we wanted to join up. Instead, when they took us to their camp, we turned on them, sniping them as we jumped from tree branch to tree branch to keep them confused. We saved the leader for last, and captured him and tied him up instead of just outright shooting him. We were torturing him when an American soldier arrived. He complimented us on our good work, and told us to wait there while he went to get his commanding officer. He wanted us to work for the U.S. Army. Since vampires work for NO ONE, we waited until he left then took off.
And then I woke up.