Dream: How Far is Japan By Bus?
Sunday morning I dreamed that Buffy Summers--renowned Slayer and former cheerleader--was at my parent's old house in Eau Claire.
She was living there now, and she was investigating strange sounds from the basement. For some reason, she was doing this in a bikini an t-shirt. As she opened the opened the door to the basement steps, the {whump} {whump!} {WHUMP!} sound got louder, and an animate pile of goo leaped up the stairs like a giant, fetid slinky going backwards. It looked disturbingly like several gallons of semi-solid cat vomit mixed with grass clippings. Buffy screamed and ran the other way, and as she did so I noticed that strands of a short-pile carpet were growing across her bare skin.
[Cut to: some other house, dark, at night.] Three guys in full black tactical gear were hiding in one room as they quietly searched for targets. Something had just spooked them, and they were wishing they'd brought guns, or silver, or something. One of them was holding a knife, another had a large chrome pipe assembly. They were arguing in whispers about how to finish checking the house now that [whatever] has just happened. One said they should wait until morning without moving, another said they should all go immediately and sweep the house as fast as possible. The last said he'd go alone and creep out just to check, hefting his pipe as he walked for the door.
[Cut to: a red brick apartment with fireplace. Two of the walls are huge sliding shutters that open onto a restaurant in a mall.] My Dad was inside, checking a weird assortment of candles on the mantle and in the fireplace. He replaced some, removed others, and lit all those he left behind. He'd been doing this for at least a week, now, trying to cleanse the place of foul spirits. This time he opened a window and one of the shutter-walls, hoping the draft would pull out the candle-scent and spirits as well. He putzed, trying to figure out why the draft wasn't going up the chimney. He asked the restaurant manager, but he didn't know. My mom watched all of this nervously.
[Cut to: a street in a town I don't recognize.] Someone's father of 60+ years was wandering down the street at night, singing to himself. Eventually it was me. I arrived at a park outside town and started fishing in the river with the other indigents. I got bored at first, since the water was so clear I could see there was only one fish, which was dead. Then I saw two other 16" trout, one bigger fish, and a pair of alligators all swimming around. The big fish turns out to be a female park ranger in a wetsuit doing something rangery with the gators.
I went home to a mostly empty apartment. I was moving out, and most of beltramgregor's stuff was already gone. I was looking for something to eat When a bright red fleshy thing scuttled across the floor. I quickly realized it was some marine creature that made it back from the park. I tried to find something I could use to trap it so I could take it back, but everything had already been moved out. I finally yanked a wok from a plastic milk crate when Rocky (Alyssa's cat) pounced on the red thing and tore it to bits. Sighing, I put down the wok, and noticed half a dead stingray inside it. Then I remembered trapping it in the wok days ago, meaning to do something with it. It's spine was missing now, and I was pretty sure it broke when I yanked it from the crate. Then I saw a dozen poisonous spine fragments scattered across the carpet. I was barefoot.
The doorbell rang, and Brian (a guy from work) walked into the room. He was confused by the bits of sea life, but we had to leave anyhow. We got to the bus terminal just in time to meet masui. She'd just bussed back from Japan.
She was living there now, and she was investigating strange sounds from the basement. For some reason, she was doing this in a bikini an t-shirt. As she opened the opened the door to the basement steps, the {whump} {whump!} {WHUMP!} sound got louder, and an animate pile of goo leaped up the stairs like a giant, fetid slinky going backwards. It looked disturbingly like several gallons of semi-solid cat vomit mixed with grass clippings. Buffy screamed and ran the other way, and as she did so I noticed that strands of a short-pile carpet were growing across her bare skin.
[Cut to: some other house, dark, at night.] Three guys in full black tactical gear were hiding in one room as they quietly searched for targets. Something had just spooked them, and they were wishing they'd brought guns, or silver, or something. One of them was holding a knife, another had a large chrome pipe assembly. They were arguing in whispers about how to finish checking the house now that [whatever] has just happened. One said they should wait until morning without moving, another said they should all go immediately and sweep the house as fast as possible. The last said he'd go alone and creep out just to check, hefting his pipe as he walked for the door.
[Cut to: a red brick apartment with fireplace. Two of the walls are huge sliding shutters that open onto a restaurant in a mall.] My Dad was inside, checking a weird assortment of candles on the mantle and in the fireplace. He replaced some, removed others, and lit all those he left behind. He'd been doing this for at least a week, now, trying to cleanse the place of foul spirits. This time he opened a window and one of the shutter-walls, hoping the draft would pull out the candle-scent and spirits as well. He putzed, trying to figure out why the draft wasn't going up the chimney. He asked the restaurant manager, but he didn't know. My mom watched all of this nervously.
[Cut to: a street in a town I don't recognize.] Someone's father of 60+ years was wandering down the street at night, singing to himself. Eventually it was me. I arrived at a park outside town and started fishing in the river with the other indigents. I got bored at first, since the water was so clear I could see there was only one fish, which was dead. Then I saw two other 16" trout, one bigger fish, and a pair of alligators all swimming around. The big fish turns out to be a female park ranger in a wetsuit doing something rangery with the gators.
I went home to a mostly empty apartment. I was moving out, and most of beltramgregor's stuff was already gone. I was looking for something to eat When a bright red fleshy thing scuttled across the floor. I quickly realized it was some marine creature that made it back from the park. I tried to find something I could use to trap it so I could take it back, but everything had already been moved out. I finally yanked a wok from a plastic milk crate when Rocky (Alyssa's cat) pounced on the red thing and tore it to bits. Sighing, I put down the wok, and noticed half a dead stingray inside it. Then I remembered trapping it in the wok days ago, meaning to do something with it. It's spine was missing now, and I was pretty sure it broke when I yanked it from the crate. Then I saw a dozen poisonous spine fragments scattered across the carpet. I was barefoot.
The doorbell rang, and Brian (a guy from work) walked into the room. He was confused by the bits of sea life, but we had to leave anyhow. We got to the bus terminal just in time to meet masui. She'd just bussed back from Japan.