Dreams post, #X
Alright kiddies, here's the shambles of another half remembered dream:
In this dream, the I switch between being a small white girl and a little indian boy, possibly between the ages of 7-10. So it's probably more like two dreams.
The girl is accompanied by an older woman, probably in her mid 30's. For some reason they end up in something that resembles a large abandoned campground, dark, windy, and filled with foreboding structures. We go into one of the buildings to explore and find themselves in a large space, with dirt floors and what appears to be a weapons forge about 30 feet from the entrance, which is still some 40 feet from the center of the room. Running normal to the wall with the door, along the wall to the right if you're looking from the door, is a long fence/rail. We enter the building and find that the embers are still alive! but the older woman says that they will go out soon. We go to the rail and find that there's another level underneath, and a ladder that goes to it. We both have flashlights and shine them down and see small spots of floor, but otherwise the bottom level is pitch black, although I see a small flash of white in the corner. The older woman goes down the stairs to explore and instructs me to stay upstairs. I'm pretty freaked out so I wander towards the door, and suddenly the room is entirely dark and the flashlight doesn't work, and a figure appears in the middle of the room. It's basically the guy from (I know what you did Last Summer?, the one with with the black robe and the white mask), but this one has white hands and is locked in the pose from Edvard Munch's "Scream." It sort of floats there and blinks/jumps (like a jumpy film), but the room is filled with this incredibly loud scream, and wind is whipping in every direction, and I can barely see the entrance. I attempt to run towards it, but I don't get any closer, and I run at all sorts of odd angles except for directly towards the screamer. Somehow, the woman is where the forge is and yells that I have to hit the thing, which I barely hear over the wind and screaming. A piece of metal lands at my feet, and I hurl it at the figure. It actually misses a little and come up slightly short, but the scream still stops, and the flashlights and light of the forge are visible again, and we see a cardboard cutout topple over on a strobe light. The woman goes over and smashes it. We then hear a bunch of murmers and yells coming from downstairs, so we look over the railing. We see people milling about for help, and infer that these are people who've been "trapped" by that screaming thing.
We all leave the building as the sun rises, and it's a cold gray dawn. We wander around, trying to figure out how to make the place habitable, because for reason we can't leave, and as it gets lighter, twisted shapes resolve into the metal rails, and we realize we're in a partially submerged amusement park, with rusty tracks half dipped in large lakes. The last part I remember is sitting on one of the rails, next to the water, and talking with the woman about how we're going to rebuild our lives.
At some point in the beginning of one of these dreams, I remember leaving the house and not wearing pants, but my house shirt, which goes right below my butt. I'm very embarassed, but I get an a bus with my companions and tell this problem to Optimist Prime, who is embarassed but as it turns out has an extra pair of capris that I make do with.
I don't remember much of the other dream, but it seemed like a bizarre cross between the young boy parts of Slumdog Millionaire and the Temple from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I do remember at one point I'm locked up in a room as a prisoner, but at the end is a small opening near the ceiling that I can open, and I can see into some bizarre ritual of some sort.
...The first dream could make a really interesting game, possibly Cthulhu.
In this dream, the I switch between being a small white girl and a little indian boy, possibly between the ages of 7-10. So it's probably more like two dreams.
The girl is accompanied by an older woman, probably in her mid 30's. For some reason they end up in something that resembles a large abandoned campground, dark, windy, and filled with foreboding structures. We go into one of the buildings to explore and find themselves in a large space, with dirt floors and what appears to be a weapons forge about 30 feet from the entrance, which is still some 40 feet from the center of the room. Running normal to the wall with the door, along the wall to the right if you're looking from the door, is a long fence/rail. We enter the building and find that the embers are still alive! but the older woman says that they will go out soon. We go to the rail and find that there's another level underneath, and a ladder that goes to it. We both have flashlights and shine them down and see small spots of floor, but otherwise the bottom level is pitch black, although I see a small flash of white in the corner. The older woman goes down the stairs to explore and instructs me to stay upstairs. I'm pretty freaked out so I wander towards the door, and suddenly the room is entirely dark and the flashlight doesn't work, and a figure appears in the middle of the room. It's basically the guy from (I know what you did Last Summer?, the one with with the black robe and the white mask), but this one has white hands and is locked in the pose from Edvard Munch's "Scream." It sort of floats there and blinks/jumps (like a jumpy film), but the room is filled with this incredibly loud scream, and wind is whipping in every direction, and I can barely see the entrance. I attempt to run towards it, but I don't get any closer, and I run at all sorts of odd angles except for directly towards the screamer. Somehow, the woman is where the forge is and yells that I have to hit the thing, which I barely hear over the wind and screaming. A piece of metal lands at my feet, and I hurl it at the figure. It actually misses a little and come up slightly short, but the scream still stops, and the flashlights and light of the forge are visible again, and we see a cardboard cutout topple over on a strobe light. The woman goes over and smashes it. We then hear a bunch of murmers and yells coming from downstairs, so we look over the railing. We see people milling about for help, and infer that these are people who've been "trapped" by that screaming thing.
We all leave the building as the sun rises, and it's a cold gray dawn. We wander around, trying to figure out how to make the place habitable, because for reason we can't leave, and as it gets lighter, twisted shapes resolve into the metal rails, and we realize we're in a partially submerged amusement park, with rusty tracks half dipped in large lakes. The last part I remember is sitting on one of the rails, next to the water, and talking with the woman about how we're going to rebuild our lives.
At some point in the beginning of one of these dreams, I remember leaving the house and not wearing pants, but my house shirt, which goes right below my butt. I'm very embarassed, but I get an a bus with my companions and tell this problem to Optimist Prime, who is embarassed but as it turns out has an extra pair of capris that I make do with.
I don't remember much of the other dream, but it seemed like a bizarre cross between the young boy parts of Slumdog Millionaire and the Temple from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I do remember at one point I'm locked up in a room as a prisoner, but at the end is a small opening near the ceiling that I can open, and I can see into some bizarre ritual of some sort.
...The first dream could make a really interesting game, possibly Cthulhu.