weird-ass dream 2. it's creepy.
another reason i'm a little annoyed with my mom.. she comes in my room and throws random stuff away. like the notes i wrote for this dream.
anyway, it's straightforward but this dream is a little too long to post in its entirety on facebook, so i think i'll put it up on here and maybe in parts over there, who knows.
i'm stranded on a path in the middle of a forest, on my way to a party. i'm standing outside my car--blinkers on and everything--trying to find reception. it's dusk, and the fog is beginning to settle in; i guess we're close to a coast somewhere, because i begin to feel a cool breeze.
vivian asks from inside the car, "anything yet?" i say to just wait, it's just taking a long time, even though i know for a fact that my cell phone just isn't picking any signal up. she worried, yet calm, but when she turns around to face me again, she can see my ostensible frustration and her stoicism turns more into a subdued panic. "anything now?" she asks again. i can see the feigned hope in her eyes. she can see my feigned assurance.
headlights come from behind. it's a raggedy old toyota pickup: faded green, steel body; one headlight dimmer than the other; an empty bed. three men sit inside. the driver is older, with deep creases in his face and a big gray handlebar moustache. he's wearing a straw hat slightly crooked. his eyes are empty, but glistening. the other two passengers i couldn't really make out.
vivian calls me to get inside the car. "i'm scared," she says. i tell her to wait there while i talk to the men for some help. she tells me she doesn't want me to and would rather desert the car to find somewhere else to be, and she doesn't have a good feeling about it. before i can agree with her..
"need some help?"
they pull up and park their car in front of ours. only the driver walks out. he looks at me with an blankness, his eyes veiled by the brim of his hat. "it's getting pretty late. where are you two headed?"
"a friend is having a party, and my car ran out of gas."
"i don't have any gas for you, but i could tow your car somewhere where we can get it fixed."
i look at vivian. she thinks it's a good idea and nods her head with an accepting quickness. she usually has a poker read on people, i say to myself, so what can go wrong?
"that doesn't sound like a bad idea," i say to the man.
"just sit tight in your car and i'll take you to the nearest service station. it's a little less than an hour away, so don't worry when we're not there yet."
vivian looks over to me as i sit in the driver's seat. "i haven't been able to sleep well lately, can i close my eyes for a little nap?" i tell her sure, that i'll stay awake so i can see where we're going, and she rests her head to the side so that it faces me.
they start the car. it lets out a big diesel hum, spurting smoke from the exhaust. i cough at the mere idea, but vivian is unfazed, sleeping away. tugging along, i see the tall, brooding trees fall behind me, my tires scraping along the dirt path. the fog is overwhelming, i say to myself, and it goes to blackness.
* * *
when i wake up, i find myself in the driver seat, but i'm not moving. "shit," is the first thing i say, and i turn to face vivian to tell her to wake up.
she's not there.
i get out of the car, still connected to the truck, and stumble on the gravel. there's a lonely streetlight giving out the most attractive hue of yellow; bugs are everywhere. i turn to see where i am, and it looks like a bed and breakfast of some sort. running in, i frantically look for vivian, tripping on the rugs and creating a loud ruckus on the hardwood.
"may i help you?" a portly woman says behind a desk. she reminds me of kathy bates.
"i'm looking for an asian girl. thin. wearing a red dress. have you seen her?"
"she must have checked into the room already."
"room?"
"yea, we're all out of gas, so we have to wait for the truck to get here. as a courtesy, we offered you a room to stay in, and a free voucher for breakfast tomorrow while we fill up your car and see what else is wrong with it. the truck should get here dawn tomorrow."
i'm surprisingly eased by the news, and walk over to the room that we're staying in. i can see that vivian already unpacked her stuff and had the suitcase on the bed, the shower mist creeping from the bathroom. the room looked nice enough. the decor screamed "cottage". the mattress was sufficiently firm, sheets clean. this wasn't a bad deal.
"sweetie? i think i'm just going to go to sleep. i don't know what got over me in the car but i'm really tired."
she didn't answer. probably because girls get really into their showers, i said to myself.
i change into my pajamas and curl up in the bed, turn the lamp on, and i suddenly remember that i have to call my friend. getting up from the pillow and turning to my right, i see the phone next to me and pick the receiver up.
no dial tone.
i pick up the base to find any directions, but there are no numbers. instead, on the receiver, there iss a slot-looking thing that almost seemed like it would curve in like a seashell opening. "what the fuck?" i say to myself, feeling more confused than scared.
the front door slams. i nearly drop the phone, and i bend down to pick it up in a scrambled haste. i left it open? vivian's still in the shower, who slammed it so hard? was someone outside my door? was someone outside my door, watching me through the crack? is someone in the room right now?
c'mon, jer, get these stupid thoughts out of your head. how is that even possible?
i put the phone back on the nightstand, but my eyes still linger on the doorhandle. "vivian, you almost done?" i scream towards the bathroom. my eyes still glued to the doorhandle. "vivian? why are you taking so long." that doorhandle, it looks a little rusted. why would a cottage have a doorhandle, and not a doorknob? "sweetie? can you hear me?"
it moved.
crawling downward, the handle jolted, nervous to open. i'm staring at it in awe. why was i so panicked? but then again, who would be walking into my room? creeping down, it clicks until it cannot move anymore, and the door floats ajar.
"hello?"
there is a palpable silence. my ears are even blocking out the white noise of the shower. "who's there?" i ask again. a young, 20-something asian girl walks in, quickly apologizing for intruding. she's stunningly beautiful, but i have no other facts to describe her with. beautiful, i guess, but only because she is so unique.
the shower stops.
"i'm so sorry, but i'm here to give you the key to use the phone." she walks in next to me, uncomfortably close to where i'm laying in bed, and proceeds to show me how to work the key and turn it to dial numbers. it's needlessly complicated. i see her arms work their origami on the phone, unable to keep up with what she clearly has mastered.
"simple, yes?"
"yes, thank you very much."
"ok if you have any question at all, just let me know, ok?" she says with a smile. she's like a japanese supermodel or something. she quickly leaves the room and closes the door silently.
"who was that?" i look over. it's vivian, wrapped up in a towel and drying her hair. she is alarmingly beautiful as well. despite my urges, however, i find myself constrained to the bed, unable embrace her.
"i have no idea, but i'm just going to bed now. i'm exhausted."
"ok," she says without question, and she goes back in to blowdry her hair. my eyes roll back under the heavy stress of weakness, and i sink into the arms of the bed.
* * *
"be quiet," she said to him.
"where are we?" he asked.
"i'm going to my private bedroom," she coyly says.
"you're beautiful." he responds.
she looks over at me, but doesn't say anything. he's wearing a scarf over his eyes, smiling at the ideas swirling in his head. she looks behind her shoulder to examine her catch, and smiles as she descends the staircase.
* * *
it's hot. it's really hot. why am i so hot? "vivian, could you turn down the heat? it's killing me!"
it's silent again. i bet she turned it on after her shower so that she could fall asleep. i turn over to my side to poke her awake.
i can't turn.
i open my eyes to see where i am.
i can't see.
the heat is stifling. i feel like i'm wrapped in layers of fleece, smothered in my own sweat and exhaust. i scream, "wake up, jerry! wake up!"
i only hear muffled yelps.
the pressure around my face is slowly building. there is light past this barrier, but i can't make anything out of it. i'm sitting on something, but i can't stand.
i am uncovered, and kathy bates is sitting next to me, sharpening a cook's knife.
"ask me why you're here."
why i'm here? i don't even know where here is. i look around. the table she's sitting at is covered with a putrid blood. it's still liquid, but is beginning to smell of urine. over to my left, i see vivian tied up in what i assume is the same situation i'm in. she doesn't look conscious.
"you bitch! let us go!"
only it comes out slop. i can't feel my face, and red drool is spilling all over my body. "let us go!" again, it's slop. just vowels strung together. i can't feel my face at all.
i can't seem to stay conscious, and my eyes lapse between this hell and the stark darkness of death. each time, she seems to be doing something different with her knife. i try my best to keep my eyes open, but i can't seem to garner enough energy. desperate in our escape, i look over to vivian to see if she's still ok.
she's awake, but tears are streaming from her face. she is pale in fear, catatonic behind thick restraints. "what the hell did you do to him?!" she screams. her veins popping from her neck, her every muscle strained, she still cannot move.
"what are you talking about?" i yell in response, but the same verbal slop comes out of my mouth, more red drool spilling over my body. i lapse back into blankness, only to get woken up again by vivian's screams.
"you'll love it, believe me."
"what are you doing?! what are you doing?!? get that away from me!! help!! jerry!! do something!"
i look up from my slumped state, turning away from a pool of blood that has stained my restraints. the woman is feeding some sliced meat to vivian, stained in a clear orange broth.
"fucking let go of her!" i scream. more bloody spit spills on me. i look down away from vivian, resigned because i am unable to help, and see my reflection in my filth.
my entire face and jaw is missing.
"JERRY HELP ME!! HELP ME!! WAKE UP!! HELP ME!!"
i look over at what she's holding up to vivian's jaw, and see just a fleshy mass of red viscera. "the fuck are you doing to us?!" i scream.
she jams the flesh into vivian's mouth, and vivian's eyes curl back. her neck slacks up, her head rolling around her shoulders. puke and coughs spurt from her mouth, and her eyes remain pearly white.
"FUCKING LET HER GO. DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME! LET HER GO! STOP IT!" i billow out my gaping, vacuous mouth.
she forces the flesh into vivian's mouth again, and vivian's head jerks back, facing the ceiling, her neck taut and skin pale. "VIVIAN! WAKE UP! WAKE UP NOW!" but my screams are unheard, my cries indistinguishable from vivian's reeling moans. her head jerks back beyond that threshold, and the skin just begins to split at the throat..
* * *
i find myself outside in a grassy knoll, spotted by sporadic trees. the fog is still overwhelming my senses, and my ability to regain control of my body is compromised.
i look up the hill and see that the truck had already smashed against a tree, the headlights still on and all three passengers smashed against the windshield. i run over to try to examine the damage, but i hear a yell behind me.
"i'm going to get you too, boy!"
it's the woman, but she's on a bicycle. it has a white wicker basket on it with pink streamers on the edge, and she taunts me with the bell as she pedals closer and closer.
i run as fast as i can, but i'm unable to properly breathe while running. my body is quickly losing blood and water from my face, and my efforts of running get more and more arduous.
"HURR, HURRR. that's what you sound like! cough! choke! keep running! HA HA!"
i attempt to evade her straight line speed by snaking in the field, but the bicycle is too quick and the wheels begin to sound louder and louder. my breaths get progressively shallower and shallower, my breathing faster and faster. my eyes water from the thought that the worst has already happened to vivian, and as my foot catches onto a root of a tree, my face approaches a rock at fatal speeds. at the very least then, i think to myself one last time, i can be with her soon.
* * *
i woke up from this dream in a cold sweat. my heart was racing at about 140-150, my hair was drenched, and my lungs were burning from breathing so hard. this was by far one of the most vividly frightening dreams i've ever had.
anyway, it's straightforward but this dream is a little too long to post in its entirety on facebook, so i think i'll put it up on here and maybe in parts over there, who knows.
i'm stranded on a path in the middle of a forest, on my way to a party. i'm standing outside my car--blinkers on and everything--trying to find reception. it's dusk, and the fog is beginning to settle in; i guess we're close to a coast somewhere, because i begin to feel a cool breeze.
vivian asks from inside the car, "anything yet?" i say to just wait, it's just taking a long time, even though i know for a fact that my cell phone just isn't picking any signal up. she worried, yet calm, but when she turns around to face me again, she can see my ostensible frustration and her stoicism turns more into a subdued panic. "anything now?" she asks again. i can see the feigned hope in her eyes. she can see my feigned assurance.
headlights come from behind. it's a raggedy old toyota pickup: faded green, steel body; one headlight dimmer than the other; an empty bed. three men sit inside. the driver is older, with deep creases in his face and a big gray handlebar moustache. he's wearing a straw hat slightly crooked. his eyes are empty, but glistening. the other two passengers i couldn't really make out.
vivian calls me to get inside the car. "i'm scared," she says. i tell her to wait there while i talk to the men for some help. she tells me she doesn't want me to and would rather desert the car to find somewhere else to be, and she doesn't have a good feeling about it. before i can agree with her..
"need some help?"
they pull up and park their car in front of ours. only the driver walks out. he looks at me with an blankness, his eyes veiled by the brim of his hat. "it's getting pretty late. where are you two headed?"
"a friend is having a party, and my car ran out of gas."
"i don't have any gas for you, but i could tow your car somewhere where we can get it fixed."
i look at vivian. she thinks it's a good idea and nods her head with an accepting quickness. she usually has a poker read on people, i say to myself, so what can go wrong?
"that doesn't sound like a bad idea," i say to the man.
"just sit tight in your car and i'll take you to the nearest service station. it's a little less than an hour away, so don't worry when we're not there yet."
vivian looks over to me as i sit in the driver's seat. "i haven't been able to sleep well lately, can i close my eyes for a little nap?" i tell her sure, that i'll stay awake so i can see where we're going, and she rests her head to the side so that it faces me.
they start the car. it lets out a big diesel hum, spurting smoke from the exhaust. i cough at the mere idea, but vivian is unfazed, sleeping away. tugging along, i see the tall, brooding trees fall behind me, my tires scraping along the dirt path. the fog is overwhelming, i say to myself, and it goes to blackness.
* * *
when i wake up, i find myself in the driver seat, but i'm not moving. "shit," is the first thing i say, and i turn to face vivian to tell her to wake up.
she's not there.
i get out of the car, still connected to the truck, and stumble on the gravel. there's a lonely streetlight giving out the most attractive hue of yellow; bugs are everywhere. i turn to see where i am, and it looks like a bed and breakfast of some sort. running in, i frantically look for vivian, tripping on the rugs and creating a loud ruckus on the hardwood.
"may i help you?" a portly woman says behind a desk. she reminds me of kathy bates.
"i'm looking for an asian girl. thin. wearing a red dress. have you seen her?"
"she must have checked into the room already."
"room?"
"yea, we're all out of gas, so we have to wait for the truck to get here. as a courtesy, we offered you a room to stay in, and a free voucher for breakfast tomorrow while we fill up your car and see what else is wrong with it. the truck should get here dawn tomorrow."
i'm surprisingly eased by the news, and walk over to the room that we're staying in. i can see that vivian already unpacked her stuff and had the suitcase on the bed, the shower mist creeping from the bathroom. the room looked nice enough. the decor screamed "cottage". the mattress was sufficiently firm, sheets clean. this wasn't a bad deal.
"sweetie? i think i'm just going to go to sleep. i don't know what got over me in the car but i'm really tired."
she didn't answer. probably because girls get really into their showers, i said to myself.
i change into my pajamas and curl up in the bed, turn the lamp on, and i suddenly remember that i have to call my friend. getting up from the pillow and turning to my right, i see the phone next to me and pick the receiver up.
no dial tone.
i pick up the base to find any directions, but there are no numbers. instead, on the receiver, there iss a slot-looking thing that almost seemed like it would curve in like a seashell opening. "what the fuck?" i say to myself, feeling more confused than scared.
the front door slams. i nearly drop the phone, and i bend down to pick it up in a scrambled haste. i left it open? vivian's still in the shower, who slammed it so hard? was someone outside my door? was someone outside my door, watching me through the crack? is someone in the room right now?
c'mon, jer, get these stupid thoughts out of your head. how is that even possible?
i put the phone back on the nightstand, but my eyes still linger on the doorhandle. "vivian, you almost done?" i scream towards the bathroom. my eyes still glued to the doorhandle. "vivian? why are you taking so long." that doorhandle, it looks a little rusted. why would a cottage have a doorhandle, and not a doorknob? "sweetie? can you hear me?"
it moved.
crawling downward, the handle jolted, nervous to open. i'm staring at it in awe. why was i so panicked? but then again, who would be walking into my room? creeping down, it clicks until it cannot move anymore, and the door floats ajar.
"hello?"
there is a palpable silence. my ears are even blocking out the white noise of the shower. "who's there?" i ask again. a young, 20-something asian girl walks in, quickly apologizing for intruding. she's stunningly beautiful, but i have no other facts to describe her with. beautiful, i guess, but only because she is so unique.
the shower stops.
"i'm so sorry, but i'm here to give you the key to use the phone." she walks in next to me, uncomfortably close to where i'm laying in bed, and proceeds to show me how to work the key and turn it to dial numbers. it's needlessly complicated. i see her arms work their origami on the phone, unable to keep up with what she clearly has mastered.
"simple, yes?"
"yes, thank you very much."
"ok if you have any question at all, just let me know, ok?" she says with a smile. she's like a japanese supermodel or something. she quickly leaves the room and closes the door silently.
"who was that?" i look over. it's vivian, wrapped up in a towel and drying her hair. she is alarmingly beautiful as well. despite my urges, however, i find myself constrained to the bed, unable embrace her.
"i have no idea, but i'm just going to bed now. i'm exhausted."
"ok," she says without question, and she goes back in to blowdry her hair. my eyes roll back under the heavy stress of weakness, and i sink into the arms of the bed.
* * *
"be quiet," she said to him.
"where are we?" he asked.
"i'm going to my private bedroom," she coyly says.
"you're beautiful." he responds.
she looks over at me, but doesn't say anything. he's wearing a scarf over his eyes, smiling at the ideas swirling in his head. she looks behind her shoulder to examine her catch, and smiles as she descends the staircase.
* * *
it's hot. it's really hot. why am i so hot? "vivian, could you turn down the heat? it's killing me!"
it's silent again. i bet she turned it on after her shower so that she could fall asleep. i turn over to my side to poke her awake.
i can't turn.
i open my eyes to see where i am.
i can't see.
the heat is stifling. i feel like i'm wrapped in layers of fleece, smothered in my own sweat and exhaust. i scream, "wake up, jerry! wake up!"
i only hear muffled yelps.
the pressure around my face is slowly building. there is light past this barrier, but i can't make anything out of it. i'm sitting on something, but i can't stand.
i am uncovered, and kathy bates is sitting next to me, sharpening a cook's knife.
"ask me why you're here."
why i'm here? i don't even know where here is. i look around. the table she's sitting at is covered with a putrid blood. it's still liquid, but is beginning to smell of urine. over to my left, i see vivian tied up in what i assume is the same situation i'm in. she doesn't look conscious.
"you bitch! let us go!"
only it comes out slop. i can't feel my face, and red drool is spilling all over my body. "let us go!" again, it's slop. just vowels strung together. i can't feel my face at all.
i can't seem to stay conscious, and my eyes lapse between this hell and the stark darkness of death. each time, she seems to be doing something different with her knife. i try my best to keep my eyes open, but i can't seem to garner enough energy. desperate in our escape, i look over to vivian to see if she's still ok.
she's awake, but tears are streaming from her face. she is pale in fear, catatonic behind thick restraints. "what the hell did you do to him?!" she screams. her veins popping from her neck, her every muscle strained, she still cannot move.
"what are you talking about?" i yell in response, but the same verbal slop comes out of my mouth, more red drool spilling over my body. i lapse back into blankness, only to get woken up again by vivian's screams.
"you'll love it, believe me."
"what are you doing?! what are you doing?!? get that away from me!! help!! jerry!! do something!"
i look up from my slumped state, turning away from a pool of blood that has stained my restraints. the woman is feeding some sliced meat to vivian, stained in a clear orange broth.
"fucking let go of her!" i scream. more bloody spit spills on me. i look down away from vivian, resigned because i am unable to help, and see my reflection in my filth.
my entire face and jaw is missing.
"JERRY HELP ME!! HELP ME!! WAKE UP!! HELP ME!!"
i look over at what she's holding up to vivian's jaw, and see just a fleshy mass of red viscera. "the fuck are you doing to us?!" i scream.
she jams the flesh into vivian's mouth, and vivian's eyes curl back. her neck slacks up, her head rolling around her shoulders. puke and coughs spurt from her mouth, and her eyes remain pearly white.
"FUCKING LET HER GO. DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME! LET HER GO! STOP IT!" i billow out my gaping, vacuous mouth.
she forces the flesh into vivian's mouth again, and vivian's head jerks back, facing the ceiling, her neck taut and skin pale. "VIVIAN! WAKE UP! WAKE UP NOW!" but my screams are unheard, my cries indistinguishable from vivian's reeling moans. her head jerks back beyond that threshold, and the skin just begins to split at the throat..
* * *
i find myself outside in a grassy knoll, spotted by sporadic trees. the fog is still overwhelming my senses, and my ability to regain control of my body is compromised.
i look up the hill and see that the truck had already smashed against a tree, the headlights still on and all three passengers smashed against the windshield. i run over to try to examine the damage, but i hear a yell behind me.
"i'm going to get you too, boy!"
it's the woman, but she's on a bicycle. it has a white wicker basket on it with pink streamers on the edge, and she taunts me with the bell as she pedals closer and closer.
i run as fast as i can, but i'm unable to properly breathe while running. my body is quickly losing blood and water from my face, and my efforts of running get more and more arduous.
"HURR, HURRR. that's what you sound like! cough! choke! keep running! HA HA!"
i attempt to evade her straight line speed by snaking in the field, but the bicycle is too quick and the wheels begin to sound louder and louder. my breaths get progressively shallower and shallower, my breathing faster and faster. my eyes water from the thought that the worst has already happened to vivian, and as my foot catches onto a root of a tree, my face approaches a rock at fatal speeds. at the very least then, i think to myself one last time, i can be with her soon.
* * *
i woke up from this dream in a cold sweat. my heart was racing at about 140-150, my hair was drenched, and my lungs were burning from breathing so hard. this was by far one of the most vividly frightening dreams i've ever had.