Dream time
Wow. I mean wow.
I remember even the minute details of this dream.
I was on a vacation with my parents... somewhere with a huge super-train and highway circuit. and they went into the hotel before me because they wanted to set up. So I walked somewhere to grab a bite to eat and piddled around our parked vehicle, when I hear mom's voice, calling from the balcony of the HUGE French hotel we were staying in. She waves, with dad standing behind her, and apparently feeling goofy, she reaches in her purse, grabs her car keys and attempts to toss them to me. "Here! Grab the rest of our stuff!"
Seeing this, I was in slow-motion horror, as there was a huge pond below the balcony with reeds and swans and the whole bit. Mom's throw didn't make it past the pond... and sploosh! Keys sink. I started running, stopping at the edge of the pond to note where it went down, and paused, wondering at the depth and if I should really go after them. During that time, dad was aghast at what mom had just done, while mom was screaming in frustration about it... and finally she takes it upon herself to retrieve them, and literally jumps off the balcony after them. From like, the third story. When I saw her jump and SPLASH in, I shrugged and dove in after her anyway. She'd be mad if I didn't.
We spent the next 5 minutes searching the pond for the keys, until dad was like "come on, Katherine, just ask for help from the staff here. Maybe they have a drain." We finally gave up for the while and went inside the hotel, rode the elevator up to the 3rd floor again, still sopping wet, and approached what appeared to be a huge gathering of guests and staff alike around the inside balcony--as it was a circle around the inside of the hotel for those above to peer down to the second and first floors. The hotel went much higher than 3 floors, but all the activity was here.
Mom tried to stop one of the French maids and ask for assistance, but there were way too many guests, all teeming around, bugging the staff, asking questions and being geeky tourists. I realized one of my college classes was staying here. While waiting, I sat down in front of the rail and dangled my legs from the inside balcony, grasping the rail banisters like prison bars.
At this point, mom decided the sooner we find those keys, the better, and made up her mind to create a distraction. As I simply sat there and watched, she ran out to the outside balcony, left the balcony doors open, and began screaming and waving wildly, making a total scene as her yelling rose above all the talk inside. (This is so out of character for mom lol.) Everyone inside hushed and a few staff started heading that way. "OH MY GOD! ITS WILLEM DAFOE!!!" And she pointed outside, jumping up and down with excitement.
Almost ALL the guests on the third floor either ran like mad for the balcony, or herded quickly toward the stairs and elevators. Whether he was really there, I had no clue. I just sat there, pondering something--and realized I'd somehow lost my class ring in that pond. When most people had filtered out and several staff remained, mom had full clearance to speak to one of them. After some talk and frustration, she managed to convince the French maid behind me to let us sift through the drains in the basement floor. She also agreed to send someone to search the pond, but that would be several hours since their pond-guy was on call today.
We were escorted to the first floor, and had to talk to the manager, again forced to beg him to let us down there. I told him I'd lost my ring down there too, and how important it was to me--I wore it everyday without fail! He finally agreed and took us down there, leaving a few French maids to assist us. In these large bath-tub like things, we had to sift through murky pond water... I went searching for my ring in one of them, mom went to another one. I found 2 rings, but neither were mine. After considering giving up, I happened to glance at the hand of the French maid who was helping me--she was wearing my ring. When I pointed this out to her, she looked really surprised, but immediately forked it over. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize... I just found it today, and-"
"But I just told you I was looking for a CLASS RING that I lost TODAY." I gave her a glare. "What would you want with somebody else's class ring anyway?"
"It was very pretty. I'm sorry."
And that ended THAT. Mom was having no luck... her helper had concluded that the keys must still be in the pond, perhaps stuck at the mouth of the drain, or in some plants. She recommended we just wait it out and stay the night.
So, that's exactly what we did. We retreated to our room, and stayed there a while. I wandered the halls, hearing rumors of a ghost, a poltergeist, and a car-demon, or something. They were various rumors of the same thing that haunted this place--they said the demon could change the nature of the hotel and the parking lot, either an illusion or real, and make it into a kind of maze that people got lost in. I thought that was silly, but interesting, so I stuck around.
That night, ooky things began to happen. Car alarms went off outside and kept us awake half the night. Even ours went off. Fed up, I got up to turn it off, and made it all the way to the parking lot before I realized I had the wrong keys, and that the actual car keys were in the pond.
I threw up my hands and started back for the door.
"Looking for these?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned, and a man was standing beside my car who had not been there before. He was tall, pale, lanky, with messy black hair that reached his shoulders. He was wearing something like what you'd expect to see Lestat wear in Queen of the Damned--long black pants and black jacket, with something like a white undershirt. He was not young, but not old--I'd have placed him in his late 30s to mid 40s. He was rather hot, but dangerous-looking. I stepped back as the car alarm suddenly ceased.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced. I'm Dameon..." his dark eyes suddenly flashed crimson as he smirked. "You must be this family's fine daughter."
I took another step back. "What do you want?"
"Me? I'm just an old resident here looking for a good time. You want these?" he dangled the keys in my direction. "I'll give them back... but only if you can outrace me."
As I blinked, he tossed them at my feet. "I suggest you return shortly... if you do not, then I'll simply come to you."
I took the keys, then turned and ran, hearing him laughing behind me. I ran up to our room, woke up my parents with shouting, saying something about we have to get out of here now! There's a crazy person downstairs who stole our keys and says he's the ghost demon thing, etc.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah but-"
"Did he give you the keys?" She heard the jingle.
"Uh... yeah..."
"Good. We're leaving in the morning anyway, hon, so don't worry. Our door is locked, I'm sure he won't be getting in."
For the next 10 minutes, I fretted and dressed myself. Something was very, very wrong. Then I heard the peal of a motorcycle right outside the window. Glancing up, I saw Dameon there, revving the engine of his bike on our balcony. My parents sat up, rather startled. Not wanting to disappoint, the demon shattered the glass door and burst into our room, engine squealing.
"Are you coming or not?!" he roared with a grin. I screamed at my parents to run, grabbed the keys, and fled out the door with them behind me.
We made it down the stairs and to the car, which was my mom's jeep, and I jumped into the driver's seat before my parents could argue. They climbed in, slammed and locked the doors. I started the engine, but before I could peal out of the parking lot, I heard that voice again.
"That's the spirit! All you have to do now... is find your way out!" The voice chuckled and faded as I put the jeep in 3rd gear and drove. But as I glanced at the parking lot, it had completely changed. It now looked like a water park, with elevated roads instead of slides, curving all around into the air like snakes turning in chaotic directions with nothing but air to support them. There was no longer a road to the highway in the distance... only this raceway from hell.
Freaked, I took the only exit from the lot I could now see, which led into a circular, covered drive--the kind you often see in large hotels and shopping malls, where every time you make a round, you're another floor higher--and the 'race' began. I lost count of how many floors I circled as I heard a roaring behind me. It was not a motorcycle I saw in the rearview mirror, however, but what looked like a high-tech racing vehicle, glowing a ghastly, from-hellish shade of ectoplasmic green.
Picking up speed as the we gained altitude, I took an exit off to another section of the maze and hit the gas, taking the sharp curve like a madwoman (and nearly causing a rollover, I might add). I could hear him behind me, gradually gaining.
This went on like the badass race sequence of an action flick. I actually managed to put a fair distance (at least 30 yards) between myself and him by the time I reached the end, which exited out into the parking lot again... but the most frightening thing... was that there was still no exit from the hotel lot. Now what?
As we parked, I got out of the car and stood my ground as he pulled up in front of us, and himself got out of his car. "Excellent work..." the older demon looked at my parents then. "Your daughter's a fine racer, to beat me on my own track." He placed his hands on his hips. "I'll tell you what. I'll let the two of you go free..." he grinned like a skeleton. "But your daughter comes with me." I stood shocked, and started trying to back away, but I found myself paralyzed with fear. My parents protested and started for me, but in that instant, the world suddenly faded away into a cloudy grey. All I could see now was Dameon, who came toward me and clasped my forearms tightly, smirking down at me like a prize he had just claimed for his own. I could see a faint glimmer of fangs protruding from his lips... was he a vampire?!
And I'll have to pause here, since it's time for class.
To be continued in Part 2!
Damn that took a while to type... and I'm only 2/3 done. Whew! I get these dreams that are hella vivid man.
Yes, I really dreamed this.
~Infin
I remember even the minute details of this dream.
I was on a vacation with my parents... somewhere with a huge super-train and highway circuit. and they went into the hotel before me because they wanted to set up. So I walked somewhere to grab a bite to eat and piddled around our parked vehicle, when I hear mom's voice, calling from the balcony of the HUGE French hotel we were staying in. She waves, with dad standing behind her, and apparently feeling goofy, she reaches in her purse, grabs her car keys and attempts to toss them to me. "Here! Grab the rest of our stuff!"
Seeing this, I was in slow-motion horror, as there was a huge pond below the balcony with reeds and swans and the whole bit. Mom's throw didn't make it past the pond... and sploosh! Keys sink. I started running, stopping at the edge of the pond to note where it went down, and paused, wondering at the depth and if I should really go after them. During that time, dad was aghast at what mom had just done, while mom was screaming in frustration about it... and finally she takes it upon herself to retrieve them, and literally jumps off the balcony after them. From like, the third story. When I saw her jump and SPLASH in, I shrugged and dove in after her anyway. She'd be mad if I didn't.
We spent the next 5 minutes searching the pond for the keys, until dad was like "come on, Katherine, just ask for help from the staff here. Maybe they have a drain." We finally gave up for the while and went inside the hotel, rode the elevator up to the 3rd floor again, still sopping wet, and approached what appeared to be a huge gathering of guests and staff alike around the inside balcony--as it was a circle around the inside of the hotel for those above to peer down to the second and first floors. The hotel went much higher than 3 floors, but all the activity was here.
Mom tried to stop one of the French maids and ask for assistance, but there were way too many guests, all teeming around, bugging the staff, asking questions and being geeky tourists. I realized one of my college classes was staying here. While waiting, I sat down in front of the rail and dangled my legs from the inside balcony, grasping the rail banisters like prison bars.
At this point, mom decided the sooner we find those keys, the better, and made up her mind to create a distraction. As I simply sat there and watched, she ran out to the outside balcony, left the balcony doors open, and began screaming and waving wildly, making a total scene as her yelling rose above all the talk inside. (This is so out of character for mom lol.) Everyone inside hushed and a few staff started heading that way. "OH MY GOD! ITS WILLEM DAFOE!!!" And she pointed outside, jumping up and down with excitement.
Almost ALL the guests on the third floor either ran like mad for the balcony, or herded quickly toward the stairs and elevators. Whether he was really there, I had no clue. I just sat there, pondering something--and realized I'd somehow lost my class ring in that pond. When most people had filtered out and several staff remained, mom had full clearance to speak to one of them. After some talk and frustration, she managed to convince the French maid behind me to let us sift through the drains in the basement floor. She also agreed to send someone to search the pond, but that would be several hours since their pond-guy was on call today.
We were escorted to the first floor, and had to talk to the manager, again forced to beg him to let us down there. I told him I'd lost my ring down there too, and how important it was to me--I wore it everyday without fail! He finally agreed and took us down there, leaving a few French maids to assist us. In these large bath-tub like things, we had to sift through murky pond water... I went searching for my ring in one of them, mom went to another one. I found 2 rings, but neither were mine. After considering giving up, I happened to glance at the hand of the French maid who was helping me--she was wearing my ring. When I pointed this out to her, she looked really surprised, but immediately forked it over. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize... I just found it today, and-"
"But I just told you I was looking for a CLASS RING that I lost TODAY." I gave her a glare. "What would you want with somebody else's class ring anyway?"
"It was very pretty. I'm sorry."
And that ended THAT. Mom was having no luck... her helper had concluded that the keys must still be in the pond, perhaps stuck at the mouth of the drain, or in some plants. She recommended we just wait it out and stay the night.
So, that's exactly what we did. We retreated to our room, and stayed there a while. I wandered the halls, hearing rumors of a ghost, a poltergeist, and a car-demon, or something. They were various rumors of the same thing that haunted this place--they said the demon could change the nature of the hotel and the parking lot, either an illusion or real, and make it into a kind of maze that people got lost in. I thought that was silly, but interesting, so I stuck around.
That night, ooky things began to happen. Car alarms went off outside and kept us awake half the night. Even ours went off. Fed up, I got up to turn it off, and made it all the way to the parking lot before I realized I had the wrong keys, and that the actual car keys were in the pond.
I threw up my hands and started back for the door.
"Looking for these?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned, and a man was standing beside my car who had not been there before. He was tall, pale, lanky, with messy black hair that reached his shoulders. He was wearing something like what you'd expect to see Lestat wear in Queen of the Damned--long black pants and black jacket, with something like a white undershirt. He was not young, but not old--I'd have placed him in his late 30s to mid 40s. He was rather hot, but dangerous-looking. I stepped back as the car alarm suddenly ceased.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced. I'm Dameon..." his dark eyes suddenly flashed crimson as he smirked. "You must be this family's fine daughter."
I took another step back. "What do you want?"
"Me? I'm just an old resident here looking for a good time. You want these?" he dangled the keys in my direction. "I'll give them back... but only if you can outrace me."
As I blinked, he tossed them at my feet. "I suggest you return shortly... if you do not, then I'll simply come to you."
I took the keys, then turned and ran, hearing him laughing behind me. I ran up to our room, woke up my parents with shouting, saying something about we have to get out of here now! There's a crazy person downstairs who stole our keys and says he's the ghost demon thing, etc.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah but-"
"Did he give you the keys?" She heard the jingle.
"Uh... yeah..."
"Good. We're leaving in the morning anyway, hon, so don't worry. Our door is locked, I'm sure he won't be getting in."
For the next 10 minutes, I fretted and dressed myself. Something was very, very wrong. Then I heard the peal of a motorcycle right outside the window. Glancing up, I saw Dameon there, revving the engine of his bike on our balcony. My parents sat up, rather startled. Not wanting to disappoint, the demon shattered the glass door and burst into our room, engine squealing.
"Are you coming or not?!" he roared with a grin. I screamed at my parents to run, grabbed the keys, and fled out the door with them behind me.
We made it down the stairs and to the car, which was my mom's jeep, and I jumped into the driver's seat before my parents could argue. They climbed in, slammed and locked the doors. I started the engine, but before I could peal out of the parking lot, I heard that voice again.
"That's the spirit! All you have to do now... is find your way out!" The voice chuckled and faded as I put the jeep in 3rd gear and drove. But as I glanced at the parking lot, it had completely changed. It now looked like a water park, with elevated roads instead of slides, curving all around into the air like snakes turning in chaotic directions with nothing but air to support them. There was no longer a road to the highway in the distance... only this raceway from hell.
Freaked, I took the only exit from the lot I could now see, which led into a circular, covered drive--the kind you often see in large hotels and shopping malls, where every time you make a round, you're another floor higher--and the 'race' began. I lost count of how many floors I circled as I heard a roaring behind me. It was not a motorcycle I saw in the rearview mirror, however, but what looked like a high-tech racing vehicle, glowing a ghastly, from-hellish shade of ectoplasmic green.
Picking up speed as the we gained altitude, I took an exit off to another section of the maze and hit the gas, taking the sharp curve like a madwoman (and nearly causing a rollover, I might add). I could hear him behind me, gradually gaining.
This went on like the badass race sequence of an action flick. I actually managed to put a fair distance (at least 30 yards) between myself and him by the time I reached the end, which exited out into the parking lot again... but the most frightening thing... was that there was still no exit from the hotel lot. Now what?
As we parked, I got out of the car and stood my ground as he pulled up in front of us, and himself got out of his car. "Excellent work..." the older demon looked at my parents then. "Your daughter's a fine racer, to beat me on my own track." He placed his hands on his hips. "I'll tell you what. I'll let the two of you go free..." he grinned like a skeleton. "But your daughter comes with me." I stood shocked, and started trying to back away, but I found myself paralyzed with fear. My parents protested and started for me, but in that instant, the world suddenly faded away into a cloudy grey. All I could see now was Dameon, who came toward me and clasped my forearms tightly, smirking down at me like a prize he had just claimed for his own. I could see a faint glimmer of fangs protruding from his lips... was he a vampire?!
And I'll have to pause here, since it's time for class.
To be continued in Part 2!
Damn that took a while to type... and I'm only 2/3 done. Whew! I get these dreams that are hella vivid man.
Yes, I really dreamed this.
~Infin