Dreams, Part 1
Mentioned in my last entry was a setting called the House of Death. Clichéd name it may have, it is one of two settings that occur regularly in my dreams. The first to occur was simply called The Mall. The second was the aforementioned House of Death. I know of these primarily because I don't remember normal dreams very often, but I often remember nightmares, most of the time rather vividly.
The Mall, frankly the scariest of the two, has been around for years. My first dream about The Mall was when I was maybe 9 or 10, and it started out being a strange, modified version of the Olde Towne Mall on Kimberly, for those who know Davenport fairly intimately. I was lost in this mall after dark, and every door was locked, and my mother was a bloody pile and I needed to get help. I think my fear of children's music first started with this dream, because pumped in through the mall speakers was this really dischordant music box music, and it kept getting louder and louder and louder until it was deafening.
I've had dozens of dreams of this The Mall (sic) over the years, and it has revised itself constantly, from its location [it's been in Muscatine, and up in Minnesota somewhere, DC once, and oftentimes its just a third mall in one of the Quad Cities], to its stores [there was once a giant baseball cap/Halloween costume/torture chamber shop right across from the Starbucks, so you could drink your corporate poison coffee while you see people get scourged and Mets hats], to its features [once, there was a theme park sort of thing going on, like Satan's Carosel Cafe, with this huge climbing structure and obstacle course thing, beneath which lay a lake of either plastic bubbles or dismembered bodies, around and over which I had to chase this mysterious man for reasons I didn't quite know], to its employees [such as the sheet-steel-armored, sadistic security staff, or the drink vendor who was actually a huge, gape-mawed, paper-hat-wearing metal beast chained nearby, that you had to defeat to get your White Cherry Icee], but a few things are constant. First off, there is always the Green Exit, which you can get to from wherever you are if you calm down and just walk for a while, but through which I have never been able to walk. Second, there's Confections, which is a large candy and novelty store, which is to say it's a large store that sells candy and novelties, not a store that sells large candy and novelties. Therein, there are Vegas-style track lighting, the Miscellaneous Plastic Extremeties (MiscPlastEx) row, the Balloons, and the Girl At The Checkout. This whole building is fucking frightening, in my opinion, and I remember The Mall dreams a lot because I tend to wake up in the middle of them.
The Mall, frankly the scariest of the two, has been around for years. My first dream about The Mall was when I was maybe 9 or 10, and it started out being a strange, modified version of the Olde Towne Mall on Kimberly, for those who know Davenport fairly intimately. I was lost in this mall after dark, and every door was locked, and my mother was a bloody pile and I needed to get help. I think my fear of children's music first started with this dream, because pumped in through the mall speakers was this really dischordant music box music, and it kept getting louder and louder and louder until it was deafening.
I've had dozens of dreams of this The Mall (sic) over the years, and it has revised itself constantly, from its location [it's been in Muscatine, and up in Minnesota somewhere, DC once, and oftentimes its just a third mall in one of the Quad Cities], to its stores [there was once a giant baseball cap/Halloween costume/torture chamber shop right across from the Starbucks, so you could drink your corporate poison coffee while you see people get scourged and Mets hats], to its features [once, there was a theme park sort of thing going on, like Satan's Carosel Cafe, with this huge climbing structure and obstacle course thing, beneath which lay a lake of either plastic bubbles or dismembered bodies, around and over which I had to chase this mysterious man for reasons I didn't quite know], to its employees [such as the sheet-steel-armored, sadistic security staff, or the drink vendor who was actually a huge, gape-mawed, paper-hat-wearing metal beast chained nearby, that you had to defeat to get your White Cherry Icee], but a few things are constant. First off, there is always the Green Exit, which you can get to from wherever you are if you calm down and just walk for a while, but through which I have never been able to walk. Second, there's Confections, which is a large candy and novelty store, which is to say it's a large store that sells candy and novelties, not a store that sells large candy and novelties. Therein, there are Vegas-style track lighting, the Miscellaneous Plastic Extremeties (MiscPlastEx) row, the Balloons, and the Girl At The Checkout. This whole building is fucking frightening, in my opinion, and I remember The Mall dreams a lot because I tend to wake up in the middle of them.