A dream I had back in 2000
This was written in an email to a friend the night after I had it.
I had a really intense dream last night!! (10/9/2000)
Of course, I've forgotten at least 70% of it by now, but I'll tell you the parts I remember.
At first, I was in the dream, actually participating. I was walking down the left side of a river, down a path. The terrain was so varied it was almost manic.
Vegetation, rolling grassy areas, suspended bridges made out of lashed-together logs, forests, stratified black rock. Pretty cool. I wasn't walking through it so much as I was controlling myself like a video game character, walking through it. :) Too much Syphon Filter these last few days, I think. Anyway, I climbed up a small lava rock cliff with ferns on it and found a path to a short chain of rock islands in the river. They were just close enough for an athletic lad like me to jump from one to the other.
The island at the end was circular, with a series of steps rising to the middle. But the steps were very sharply slanted, making it pretty fucking difficult to stand on this damn island. There were all these glass trinkets arranged about on the steps, don't ask me how they managed to stay on. My friend Belin's family back in hawaii had a glass shop, making little glass things with rods and a blowtorch. For some reason, this little island was like, their storage room.
Suddenly there were three other people there, two people who wanted to look at the stuff, and Belin's peculiar mother. We were all going to leave, but the bridge between the islands was out (there wasn't a bridge before, hey, it's a dream), so the other people were going to take a side path, but I was going to jump to the other side. Belin's mother wanted me to carry some magazines for her, which was kinda irritating. I took them anyway, and tried to jump across, but you know these damn video games and their shitty control! My aim was off, and I missed the jutting end of the bridge by about a feet to the left and two feet short.
It was more like a staircase that continued beneath the water level. Speaking of the water, it wasn't very pleasant. It was VERY dirty, as if there had recently been a storm. You know how you can stomp in a puddle, and if you do it hard enough, and move your foot out quickly enough, you don't get wet? Well, I decided to apply the same technique with both my legs, so I wouldn't get wet. As I hit the edge of the underwater stairs, I kicked off as hard as I could (in water about 2 feet deep), miraculously managed to stay dry, leaping horizontally under the bridge towards another another staircase. But I had pretty much lost all balance and control by this point, and landed even shorter of the second staircase, and got submerged up to my neck. It fucking sucked. I walked out, soaked, and handed Belin's mother her sopping wet magazines. It wasn't my problem they got wet, she should have just carried them herself, and if I had had my hands free, I probably could have avoided landing in the river by grabbing onto something.
That was the first part of the dream. I'm not in the second part, but it was incredibly entertaining nonetheless.
There was a young man, short lightcolored hair, kinda preppy looking. He was visiting the town of of his childhood, except he didn't know it, because most of the time he was possessed by someone else. At least, that's what my 'dream info' was, I suppose he could have had a split personality. Whatever the case, he'd been this way for at least 99% of his life, possessed by this dour angry asshole person/personality. On his way to this town, he met this girl who lived there, who was a very good dancer. She lived for dancing, loved dancing. She had long blond hair, almost curly. Being a nice girl, she was leading him to the town, though his attitude was rather upsetting. They were walking down a dirt road (I think), her knowing the way, since she'd lived there her whole life, and him not, having forgotten..
Then there was something of a flashback for both characters.
This town was comprised of lots of close-set wooden buildings, rather nice and quaint, with fancy streetlamps hanging from corners and from the edges of roofs.
Most of the buildings were two or three stories tall.
Inside one of the buildings, there was a group of dancers. They had a robot that would play music for them. This robot wasn't mobile, it just sat in one place. It's function was kinda like a cross between a jukebox and the robot from The Jetsons. It had an egg-shaped profile, but with a flat front, which was covered with blinking lights and information banks and buttons and electronic stuff. It was a rather nice looking robot, with two eye-representing lights near the top of its face. It was silver and shiny brass colored.
The dancers... how to describe the way they danced. They were all synchronized, very dynamic, lots of really high kicking. I can't remember what type of music they were listening to! Whatever it was, you could classify it as "good", you'll know why in a second.
A mother/2 daughter combo showed up, and they looked really fucked up and evil, barely even human. They were rather squat, not exactly fat, but about two feet wide, and pretty much no necks. They had another robot with them which was very similar to the first one, except bigger, and the color of old brass, covered with dust and oil residue. While the people were dancing, the second robot would play a short blast of dissonant noise, almost music, but not very nice to listen to. The dancers would get all messed up and out of sync and confused. They'd go back to dancing as normal, but then the robot would blast the noise again, and mess them up.
The boy and the girl were there, both about 3 or 4 years old. I don't know if they were related, or friends. Anyway, the girl had two older brothers, and a mother and father who were dancers as well.
One of the sisters stepped forward, and told everyone that They were the ones in charge, and the people would dance to Their music now. One of the older brothers, a young man, told them that they had no authority, that they liked their own music. He walked over to the door, and told them to get the fuck out. The big brass robot was standing right next to the door, and looked down at the brother and smiled. It didn't really have a mouth, it just kinda stretched a portal in its face area, in a really fucking scary and malicious way. Suddenly the POV changed to outside the closed door, and there was a loud thump, and a small pool of blood spread below the door, and stopped growing. You know what that means: the person bleeding stopped bleeding, because their heart wasn't beating anymore, AKA dead.
The first robot that played the good music told the young girl to go run a quick errand, or somehow distracted her so she wouldn't see her family get killed. She didn't know what happened to them, just that they were gone now. The two sisters and the robot made her dance to their music instead, which she really didn't like, because the music and the dance they taught were very unpleasant. The sisters never took care of their robot, however, which was why it was so dusty and in a state of disrepair. They kept the first robot around for some reason, but didn't let it play any music. Being a good little girl, she took care of the first robot, cleaning it and oiling it. In return, the robot secretly taught the little girl to dance to the original music.
The little boy was possessed at about the same time. I think he just developed another personality to deal with the sudden change in the town, but in my dream he was possessed, and he left the town on his own.
End flashback.
Somehow the young man reverted back to his original self, and had some very distant memory of living there. He couldn't remember anything up until that point, because he'd been possessed for so long. He basically had no childhood, because while he was possessed, his own mind was suppressed. (rhyme unintentional) He had an adult mentality, but no memories from when he was about 4 until he was about 20. He had small flashes of memory here and there when he was in control, but no other time.
He was a fairly nice fellow when he was normal. He got along well with the young woman as they continued towards town. Then he reverted back to his other self, who was surly and rather bitchy. As they stepped off the road and onto a wide, plant-lined dirt path, he asked the girl, Why aren't we there yet? I fucking thought it wasn't far away! Have we fucking passed it already? She replied, It's still about a mile ahead. For some reason he was overcome with sadness, and started crying as he walked. He leaned against one wall, sobbing and shaking, saying he just wanted to remember. He just wanted to remember, because he had no childhood, it was stolen from him somehow. The girl stood off to one side, feeling rather sad for him.
And then my alarm went off, and it was time to get up and get ready for work.
I had a really intense dream last night!! (10/9/2000)
Of course, I've forgotten at least 70% of it by now, but I'll tell you the parts I remember.
At first, I was in the dream, actually participating. I was walking down the left side of a river, down a path. The terrain was so varied it was almost manic.
Vegetation, rolling grassy areas, suspended bridges made out of lashed-together logs, forests, stratified black rock. Pretty cool. I wasn't walking through it so much as I was controlling myself like a video game character, walking through it. :) Too much Syphon Filter these last few days, I think. Anyway, I climbed up a small lava rock cliff with ferns on it and found a path to a short chain of rock islands in the river. They were just close enough for an athletic lad like me to jump from one to the other.
The island at the end was circular, with a series of steps rising to the middle. But the steps were very sharply slanted, making it pretty fucking difficult to stand on this damn island. There were all these glass trinkets arranged about on the steps, don't ask me how they managed to stay on. My friend Belin's family back in hawaii had a glass shop, making little glass things with rods and a blowtorch. For some reason, this little island was like, their storage room.
Suddenly there were three other people there, two people who wanted to look at the stuff, and Belin's peculiar mother. We were all going to leave, but the bridge between the islands was out (there wasn't a bridge before, hey, it's a dream), so the other people were going to take a side path, but I was going to jump to the other side. Belin's mother wanted me to carry some magazines for her, which was kinda irritating. I took them anyway, and tried to jump across, but you know these damn video games and their shitty control! My aim was off, and I missed the jutting end of the bridge by about a feet to the left and two feet short.
It was more like a staircase that continued beneath the water level. Speaking of the water, it wasn't very pleasant. It was VERY dirty, as if there had recently been a storm. You know how you can stomp in a puddle, and if you do it hard enough, and move your foot out quickly enough, you don't get wet? Well, I decided to apply the same technique with both my legs, so I wouldn't get wet. As I hit the edge of the underwater stairs, I kicked off as hard as I could (in water about 2 feet deep), miraculously managed to stay dry, leaping horizontally under the bridge towards another another staircase. But I had pretty much lost all balance and control by this point, and landed even shorter of the second staircase, and got submerged up to my neck. It fucking sucked. I walked out, soaked, and handed Belin's mother her sopping wet magazines. It wasn't my problem they got wet, she should have just carried them herself, and if I had had my hands free, I probably could have avoided landing in the river by grabbing onto something.
That was the first part of the dream. I'm not in the second part, but it was incredibly entertaining nonetheless.
There was a young man, short lightcolored hair, kinda preppy looking. He was visiting the town of of his childhood, except he didn't know it, because most of the time he was possessed by someone else. At least, that's what my 'dream info' was, I suppose he could have had a split personality. Whatever the case, he'd been this way for at least 99% of his life, possessed by this dour angry asshole person/personality. On his way to this town, he met this girl who lived there, who was a very good dancer. She lived for dancing, loved dancing. She had long blond hair, almost curly. Being a nice girl, she was leading him to the town, though his attitude was rather upsetting. They were walking down a dirt road (I think), her knowing the way, since she'd lived there her whole life, and him not, having forgotten..
Then there was something of a flashback for both characters.
This town was comprised of lots of close-set wooden buildings, rather nice and quaint, with fancy streetlamps hanging from corners and from the edges of roofs.
Most of the buildings were two or three stories tall.
Inside one of the buildings, there was a group of dancers. They had a robot that would play music for them. This robot wasn't mobile, it just sat in one place. It's function was kinda like a cross between a jukebox and the robot from The Jetsons. It had an egg-shaped profile, but with a flat front, which was covered with blinking lights and information banks and buttons and electronic stuff. It was a rather nice looking robot, with two eye-representing lights near the top of its face. It was silver and shiny brass colored.
The dancers... how to describe the way they danced. They were all synchronized, very dynamic, lots of really high kicking. I can't remember what type of music they were listening to! Whatever it was, you could classify it as "good", you'll know why in a second.
A mother/2 daughter combo showed up, and they looked really fucked up and evil, barely even human. They were rather squat, not exactly fat, but about two feet wide, and pretty much no necks. They had another robot with them which was very similar to the first one, except bigger, and the color of old brass, covered with dust and oil residue. While the people were dancing, the second robot would play a short blast of dissonant noise, almost music, but not very nice to listen to. The dancers would get all messed up and out of sync and confused. They'd go back to dancing as normal, but then the robot would blast the noise again, and mess them up.
The boy and the girl were there, both about 3 or 4 years old. I don't know if they were related, or friends. Anyway, the girl had two older brothers, and a mother and father who were dancers as well.
One of the sisters stepped forward, and told everyone that They were the ones in charge, and the people would dance to Their music now. One of the older brothers, a young man, told them that they had no authority, that they liked their own music. He walked over to the door, and told them to get the fuck out. The big brass robot was standing right next to the door, and looked down at the brother and smiled. It didn't really have a mouth, it just kinda stretched a portal in its face area, in a really fucking scary and malicious way. Suddenly the POV changed to outside the closed door, and there was a loud thump, and a small pool of blood spread below the door, and stopped growing. You know what that means: the person bleeding stopped bleeding, because their heart wasn't beating anymore, AKA dead.
The first robot that played the good music told the young girl to go run a quick errand, or somehow distracted her so she wouldn't see her family get killed. She didn't know what happened to them, just that they were gone now. The two sisters and the robot made her dance to their music instead, which she really didn't like, because the music and the dance they taught were very unpleasant. The sisters never took care of their robot, however, which was why it was so dusty and in a state of disrepair. They kept the first robot around for some reason, but didn't let it play any music. Being a good little girl, she took care of the first robot, cleaning it and oiling it. In return, the robot secretly taught the little girl to dance to the original music.
The little boy was possessed at about the same time. I think he just developed another personality to deal with the sudden change in the town, but in my dream he was possessed, and he left the town on his own.
End flashback.
Somehow the young man reverted back to his original self, and had some very distant memory of living there. He couldn't remember anything up until that point, because he'd been possessed for so long. He basically had no childhood, because while he was possessed, his own mind was suppressed. (rhyme unintentional) He had an adult mentality, but no memories from when he was about 4 until he was about 20. He had small flashes of memory here and there when he was in control, but no other time.
He was a fairly nice fellow when he was normal. He got along well with the young woman as they continued towards town. Then he reverted back to his other self, who was surly and rather bitchy. As they stepped off the road and onto a wide, plant-lined dirt path, he asked the girl, Why aren't we there yet? I fucking thought it wasn't far away! Have we fucking passed it already? She replied, It's still about a mile ahead. For some reason he was overcome with sadness, and started crying as he walked. He leaned against one wall, sobbing and shaking, saying he just wanted to remember. He just wanted to remember, because he had no childhood, it was stolen from him somehow. The girl stood off to one side, feeling rather sad for him.
And then my alarm went off, and it was time to get up and get ready for work.