weird dream
My mother in law, Karen and my wife Michele had a surprise for me. Through a friend of a friend of Karen’s, they gifted me a block of studio time at a highly regarded recording studio downtown. I can’t recall the name, or if it even had one. It was assumed in our city, that if you had cash and needed to track something, this was the place to do it. Needless to say, I was excited. Then we got there. the three of us went, I think they needed to be there to mention their friends name or something. Once all was smoothed over, I left them in the lobby to went through the door to enter the studio space. It was immaculate. The main room was huge. Imported Indian rugs detailed the cedar walls and floors. And the control room was astonishing as well. State of the art everything. It featured a 128 channel mixer and reel to reel with simultaneous pro-tools running on a mac. Excellent microphones.
I had to use the restroom before I got started. during my walk through the hallway, I noticed a few bazaar art pieces on the wall. I stopped to stare. They were of obscure demon faces…predator-esque, but more evil and horrid. While focusing on one I noticed it breathed. I wasn’t sure if it was the picture itself or the ghoul it cast. I preceded to the toilet. When I closed the bathroom door behind me and switch on the light, I noticed the light fixture was hanging about five and a half feet off the ground, eye level, from the ceiling. The bulb was in the middle of a cow skull. The chain it hung from seemed to be an animal spine. Maybe this cow’s? it didn’t matter. The cow skull then combusted into flames and started to swing on its own. As it picked up momentum, it aimed for me. I escaped back out of the door before collision. What the fuck is going on here!?
I started swiftly sprinting back toward to lobby to find Michele and Karen. I was interrupted by a seven foot tall 300 pound police officer. He was in uniform, but had a strange aura about him. He was glowing a radiant purple. I couldn’t understand the words he was saying, mumbling in a different language. I tumbled backward as he lunged for me. Getting up and turning around quicker than I ever have, I race in the opposite direction. I kept calling out Michele’s name. to no avail. Another ghoul popped out of nowhere. Again mumbled something fierce and lunged toward me. I was a bit more ready this time, dodged it, and continued running. I stumbled upon a small closet containing neon tools and weapons. A bright neon yellow samurai sword, a pink hatchet, neon green kitchen knives, and a bright orange pickaxe. I slung the sword over my shoulder, pocketed the knives and wielded the pickaxe and hatchet. Apparently I was to defend myself by slaying these zombie-like apparitions. I exited the closet room to find two more ghouls. I stabbed them in the shoulders in the back of their neck. Then I woke up. Either, im watching too much walking dead or I have some anger issues.
I had to use the restroom before I got started. during my walk through the hallway, I noticed a few bazaar art pieces on the wall. I stopped to stare. They were of obscure demon faces…predator-esque, but more evil and horrid. While focusing on one I noticed it breathed. I wasn’t sure if it was the picture itself or the ghoul it cast. I preceded to the toilet. When I closed the bathroom door behind me and switch on the light, I noticed the light fixture was hanging about five and a half feet off the ground, eye level, from the ceiling. The bulb was in the middle of a cow skull. The chain it hung from seemed to be an animal spine. Maybe this cow’s? it didn’t matter. The cow skull then combusted into flames and started to swing on its own. As it picked up momentum, it aimed for me. I escaped back out of the door before collision. What the fuck is going on here!?
I started swiftly sprinting back toward to lobby to find Michele and Karen. I was interrupted by a seven foot tall 300 pound police officer. He was in uniform, but had a strange aura about him. He was glowing a radiant purple. I couldn’t understand the words he was saying, mumbling in a different language. I tumbled backward as he lunged for me. Getting up and turning around quicker than I ever have, I race in the opposite direction. I kept calling out Michele’s name. to no avail. Another ghoul popped out of nowhere. Again mumbled something fierce and lunged toward me. I was a bit more ready this time, dodged it, and continued running. I stumbled upon a small closet containing neon tools and weapons. A bright neon yellow samurai sword, a pink hatchet, neon green kitchen knives, and a bright orange pickaxe. I slung the sword over my shoulder, pocketed the knives and wielded the pickaxe and hatchet. Apparently I was to defend myself by slaying these zombie-like apparitions. I exited the closet room to find two more ghouls. I stabbed them in the shoulders in the back of their neck. Then I woke up. Either, im watching too much walking dead or I have some anger issues.