convoluted dream continuation
Let's see, where was I?
and headed for the pay phone on the wall to the left of the entrance - no phone book in sight - the male body-builder, tuxedo-clad security guard couldn't find one in his security cubby by the door, either. I tried to call information, but couldn't because it required a coin deposit of 50 cents to get a number and all I had were the two bills that Andy had given me.
I went back out to the parking lot to see if there were still people out there, but it was empty with the exception of 2 or 3 cars. So, now I realize that my car is actually stolen, not just that I can't find it. Just as I'm panicking, this white spaceship like thing settles down without a sound in the parking lot and a strange white bald guy hops down and tells me to get on board - he'll save me. I'm thinking that this is my last resort, and even though I don't trust this guy worth shit, I hop up and sit down. The "seat" is a hollow in the smooth white plastic-feeling metal with tubes to the front of it in which to place your legs and a very tiny tube in which to insert your thumb. This guy assures me that I will not fall off because my legs and thumb act like seat belts to hold me in. For the life of me, I can't see how that could be, but now we're high up in the air.
I look down - big mistake! - and see the now monstrous-sided pool. I can see through the light green water and see bodies lying on the bottom of the pool where drunk people had jumped in and drowned because they were too fucked up to swim. I start freaking out - think that I'm going to fall off, Ia think there's something way wrong in this scenario because all these people are dead - there must be something really bad going on. Demented "pilot" gets disgusted and sets back down in the parkiing lot and tosses me off the ship and leaves.
I run back toward the building. There are a few random cars out front with drunk men hanging around, trying to pour fucked-up people into their cars. I stumble inside where the rest of the female guests are in many different states of consciousness and dress.
Of of a sudden , there is a thuderous noise outside, accompanied by mind-bending screams, horse hoofbeats, metal clanging, men's upraised voices issuing commands in some language that I don't understand. I run to the entry and see a battle in progress: there are Aisan men in bright uniforms with monstrous swords in battle with the remains of the male wedding guests and security guards. Dead and still twitching bodies are lying strewn about, and there is blood everywhere.
I run back inside and the troops and now inside, killing the men and herding the women into a small group in the back of the hall. No, the women are actually being sorted out and the older women are also being slaughtered. I try to make myself small because I am scared that I am potentially in the "too old" category. All the men are now dead and the women are seperated into two groups - one group which is now being herded outside into metal cages on wheeled carriages pulled by horses.I am in the leftover group standing in the corner with several other 40ish+ women.
We are being guarded by several uniformed soldiers when the leader/king/sultan/emperor appears. A huge pillow is placed on the floor and he seats himself upon it cross-legged and cross-armed. He gives a slight nod to one of the guards, who then prods one of the women forward with a tap from his blood-slicked sword. She stumbles forward shaking with terror in her eyes and obvious disdain, incredulousness, disgust, and confusion on her face. The emperor gives a wave of his arm and the guard immediately swipes off her head! There are screams and gasps of terror from the remaining women and several pass out. Two other guards quickly scurry forward and remove the body, tossing it uncerimoniously out into the parking lot.
My mind is racing. It has finally occurred to me that this arrogant, powerful ruler is looking for sex slaves and is picking out only the best of the crop available. It flashes through my mind that older women are revered, respected and desired for the exceptionally developed sexual skills only developed through age. I know that my body is in pretty good shape for 44, as the guard propels me forward with the sharp tip of his dripping blade.
I slowly remove my dress, striptease style, undulating to the music only I can hear in my head, praying that I am good enough for this powerful being. After my dress is removed, I kneel low before him, hands behind my back, forehead touching the floor. I raise my head slightly and the be-robed one gestures me forward. I body crawl towards him in slow-motion and stop inches from his pillow. He reaches down, laces his hand through my hair, and tilts my head up towards him. I keep my eyes averted until he taps me under the chin with his other hand. I look up suggestively, demurely, submissively, but with a small spark in my eyes. He breaks out in a belly laugh, stands, raises me up with his hand and indicates with yet another nod a guard to excort me out to one of the better carriages in the train. I climb up the three stairs into the warmth of the vehicle and am welcomed by a beautiful courtesan in brightly-colored, flowing clothing. She seats me on the well-padded bench, wraps me up in a warm comforter, and begins bathing my feet with a warm cloth. When she is done, she inserts my feet into warm fuzzy clog-like slippers, looks up and smiles at me. I finally give a sigh of relief, though I am still quite confused about what is actually going on.
Stay tuned dream fans....
and headed for the pay phone on the wall to the left of the entrance - no phone book in sight - the male body-builder, tuxedo-clad security guard couldn't find one in his security cubby by the door, either. I tried to call information, but couldn't because it required a coin deposit of 50 cents to get a number and all I had were the two bills that Andy had given me.
I went back out to the parking lot to see if there were still people out there, but it was empty with the exception of 2 or 3 cars. So, now I realize that my car is actually stolen, not just that I can't find it. Just as I'm panicking, this white spaceship like thing settles down without a sound in the parking lot and a strange white bald guy hops down and tells me to get on board - he'll save me. I'm thinking that this is my last resort, and even though I don't trust this guy worth shit, I hop up and sit down. The "seat" is a hollow in the smooth white plastic-feeling metal with tubes to the front of it in which to place your legs and a very tiny tube in which to insert your thumb. This guy assures me that I will not fall off because my legs and thumb act like seat belts to hold me in. For the life of me, I can't see how that could be, but now we're high up in the air.
I look down - big mistake! - and see the now monstrous-sided pool. I can see through the light green water and see bodies lying on the bottom of the pool where drunk people had jumped in and drowned because they were too fucked up to swim. I start freaking out - think that I'm going to fall off, Ia think there's something way wrong in this scenario because all these people are dead - there must be something really bad going on. Demented "pilot" gets disgusted and sets back down in the parkiing lot and tosses me off the ship and leaves.
I run back toward the building. There are a few random cars out front with drunk men hanging around, trying to pour fucked-up people into their cars. I stumble inside where the rest of the female guests are in many different states of consciousness and dress.
Of of a sudden , there is a thuderous noise outside, accompanied by mind-bending screams, horse hoofbeats, metal clanging, men's upraised voices issuing commands in some language that I don't understand. I run to the entry and see a battle in progress: there are Aisan men in bright uniforms with monstrous swords in battle with the remains of the male wedding guests and security guards. Dead and still twitching bodies are lying strewn about, and there is blood everywhere.
I run back inside and the troops and now inside, killing the men and herding the women into a small group in the back of the hall. No, the women are actually being sorted out and the older women are also being slaughtered. I try to make myself small because I am scared that I am potentially in the "too old" category. All the men are now dead and the women are seperated into two groups - one group which is now being herded outside into metal cages on wheeled carriages pulled by horses.I am in the leftover group standing in the corner with several other 40ish+ women.
We are being guarded by several uniformed soldiers when the leader/king/sultan/emperor appears. A huge pillow is placed on the floor and he seats himself upon it cross-legged and cross-armed. He gives a slight nod to one of the guards, who then prods one of the women forward with a tap from his blood-slicked sword. She stumbles forward shaking with terror in her eyes and obvious disdain, incredulousness, disgust, and confusion on her face. The emperor gives a wave of his arm and the guard immediately swipes off her head! There are screams and gasps of terror from the remaining women and several pass out. Two other guards quickly scurry forward and remove the body, tossing it uncerimoniously out into the parking lot.
My mind is racing. It has finally occurred to me that this arrogant, powerful ruler is looking for sex slaves and is picking out only the best of the crop available. It flashes through my mind that older women are revered, respected and desired for the exceptionally developed sexual skills only developed through age. I know that my body is in pretty good shape for 44, as the guard propels me forward with the sharp tip of his dripping blade.
I slowly remove my dress, striptease style, undulating to the music only I can hear in my head, praying that I am good enough for this powerful being. After my dress is removed, I kneel low before him, hands behind my back, forehead touching the floor. I raise my head slightly and the be-robed one gestures me forward. I body crawl towards him in slow-motion and stop inches from his pillow. He reaches down, laces his hand through my hair, and tilts my head up towards him. I keep my eyes averted until he taps me under the chin with his other hand. I look up suggestively, demurely, submissively, but with a small spark in my eyes. He breaks out in a belly laugh, stands, raises me up with his hand and indicates with yet another nod a guard to excort me out to one of the better carriages in the train. I climb up the three stairs into the warmth of the vehicle and am welcomed by a beautiful courtesan in brightly-colored, flowing clothing. She seats me on the well-padded bench, wraps me up in a warm comforter, and begins bathing my feet with a warm cloth. When she is done, she inserts my feet into warm fuzzy clog-like slippers, looks up and smiles at me. I finally give a sigh of relief, though I am still quite confused about what is actually going on.
Stay tuned dream fans....