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"HELLISH RENTALS"
I seemed to be riding along in a station wagon. There was a young couple rolling
around in a piece of plastic in the back, "making out." The plastic seemed to be
lighted from the inside and I could vaguely make out the persons lying inside.
After they were done, they unrolled themselves. The girl said aloud that she did not
think they should go to Hell for what they had just done. It was then that I noticed
we were driving into a cave of sorts with a sign reading, "This way to Hell." The
young people in the back yelled at the driver not to go that way but it was already
too late.
Next I remember a large banquet hall with many people feasting at long tables. I came
across a woman whom I thought of as someone I had to subdue in this place. She looked
rather ordinary: dark hair rolled up, white blouse, dark slacks. She stood before
with a dry smile almost daring me to do something. I pulled a knife or dagger and tried
to stab her in the stomach, but it did not seem to phase her. Instead she pulled out a
small mouse and tossed it to the ground. She said it would chase me til it caught me.
I began to evade this "hellish" mouse and tried to think of some place to lure it to
where it could follow me no more.
Somehow I found a room with a pool of "acid." In the middle of this pool was a platform
that I jumped onto. The mouse tried to follow me but fell into the pool of "acid." Even
though I thought of it as "acid," it seemed to be a preserver of sorts, preserving animal
parts and pieces for organ harvesting. I noticed the pool's caretaker standing in a corner
of the room. I left the platform and talked to him a bit. He did not seem to mind having me
there. As I talked with him, I noticed he had several videotapes laying about. I considered
asking him if I could borrow a few of them since they were titles I was interested in watching
and making copies of.
"TERMINATED DIGNITY"
I remember a train traveling through a wooded area. It derailed and
crashed. I was with this group from this train and we were lost in
the woods. We waded through a shallow stream that
had high banked walls of earth on both sides leading up to the
wooded area. We came upon a bend that went right. As we looked around
it we saw some people off in the distance. They seemed to be Amazon-esc
women. They seemed to strike fear into the group so we tried to turn
around in this stream and go back in the direction in which we came.
As we turned around, we were surprised to see some of these "Amazons"
were standing behind us. One with leather armor leaped at us with a
weapon. A guy standing next to me somehow knocked her down into the
water. I think he may have taken her weapon away from her because he used it to
spear her in the side. I found that I had a weapon too so I did the
same, fearing she would try to attack us again. I then noticed a small
person, perhaps a child, in what looked like medieval plate mail armor.
It scurried over to the fallen woman, pulled her before us, and took
her helmet off. Her face looked like the chimpanzee people of The Planet
of the Apes fame. She said something short and eloquent to our
group but I do not remember the specifics.
"WADING THROUGH THE MORASS"
I was online and a memoserv came up. It was from someone I had talked to earlier after a long
week of silence. The message itself was a small sentence, something silly and fun but it was
underlined like hyper text. The message seemed to have three links to other messages.
The first said something about her having problems getting the message through -- she seemed to
be sending these from work -- something like, "client-side problems... like how we chat."
The last message said something like, "you are number 'something.'" I tried to see what the
middle one was but I noticed several other messages from various persons and I lost my place.
In this process of searching through these many messages, the scene changed to a small driveway.
I walked out to the street and turned right, "looking" through these messages. I was lost amongst
the many messages and I awoke.
"RAZOROUS SCORN"
I remember a team of speed skaters, preparing for a race on the ice. It seemed one team
consisted of two intimidating sisters. They had metal bands on the fingers, with a razor
edge pointing out from the top of their hands. A race was about to begin; they leaned forward
and scraped at the ice with these metal bands -- their hands made into fists with the sharp
edge of the band digging into the ice, perhaps for traction. The ice itself was not very
smooth -- parts seemed rough or already "chewed" into.
The scene changed to a swimming race. It seemed to take place along a man-made waterway, with the
water being shallow. It seemed more like someone's private garden in a backyard area. I seemed
to be in a swimming race but the race itself seemed more akin to a long distance race with people running
in one line and drafting each other. We went around a bend at one point. I went outside of the line
and somehow passed everyone and led the race to the end. I was wading in a small pool at the finish
line and someone said a congrats to me of sorts. It seemed to me like I was not the favorite to have
won this race and the officials did not mind showing their contempt for my "come-from-behind-finish."
"ALKSNE"
I was helping someone shovel snow off of a small hillside next to a road.
A large area of green grass with specks of white snow was the result of our
enterprise.
After this I was sitting at a table. An older man and woman sat down and
joined me. The older woman seemed less than pleased to be sitting at the
table with me and I soon found out why. She was complaining to me about
a card -- like a business card -- that I gave her. She said it looked exactly
like another card she had in her possession, a card from someone who
had swindled her in the past. I assured her that my card was recent and that
I had no association with the other person and the similar card.
Nothing I said changed her mind. The older man did not seem to care but
was supportive of the older woman's viewpoint -- I think he may have been
her husband.
The older woman left with the older man. Her character assassination of me
left me feeling quite worthless, even though none of it was true. Much to my
surprise I saw Cynthia Alksne, an MSNBC legal analyst, standing where
the older couple had previously sat. After telling her my story, she slung
her purse over her shoulder and told me in a quiet and light-hearted way
to "c'mon," that we were going to go see a movie to help cheer me up.
"GRIDIRON / RETREAT: NOUN, THEN VERB"
I remember watching an indoor football game but the size of the field seemed much smaller
than the official size of one hundred yards. I think one of the teams playing was The
Indianapolis Colts -- the blue and white uniforms and horseshoe logo in the middle of the
field seemed to determine this. For some reason one of the Colt's
players ran up into the stands in an area below me, turned back to face the field, and kicked
the ball back to the field of play from where he stood in the aisle. The football was deflected
by a player towards the sideline where an opposing player leaned sideways with one foot in bounds
and managed to tap the ball back into the field of play. A Colt player grabbed the tipped
football, turned toward the the goalpost and kicked it through the uprights -- seemed more like
an Aussie Rules football game. Time expired and the Colts won the game.
After this I was in a house or large apartment sitting around with some guys -- they seemed like
they could have been roommates. I was sitting on a couch by wall which went up at an angle behind
me -- I think a staircase was behind me. One of the guys sitting near me at a wooden table
started to make fun of my jean jacket that was laying next to me on the couch. I remember being
more puzzled than upset because he had a jean jacket of his own sitting on the back of his chair.
I reciprocated in kind, mocking him for having a CK jean jacket. He did not bother me again
after my retort. I talked to the other fellow at the table about a new Win Ben Stein's Money
compact disc that had been released. He flashed a big grin as I told him about this.
I think he may have been Ben Stein. Realizing this, I said something like, "Of course you got
it then," and smiled back.
The phone rang. A roommate answered it. After a brief discussion, the roommate turned to us and gave
us an order in which we would speak to this person -- I think it may have been a long distance
let's catch up since we have not talked in quite some time kind of phone call.
After this I was on a group exursion, perhaps with the aforementioned roommates. The skies looked
dark and stormy so we went inside some type of underground shelter. I was surprised to see that
one wall was filled with people sitting in stadium seating. The concrete floor was wet and dirty,
the way a floor looks after snow has been tracked in from the outdoors. The ceiling seemed low with
rafters and light bulbs -- like being in an attic of a house. The air seemed cool inside of this shelter.
A friend of mine within our group began to tell a story. As he told his story I noticed a store sign
that stated such and such was a day for our namesake -- our real first names -- and told him about
this. I realized that I had interrupted his story so I restated the last line of his story. He remembered
what he was talking about and continued. For some reason this part of the dream had changed to that
of a store front, an inside corner store that joined two larger stores.
The location of this dream changed back to the underground shelter. My friend who had been telling the
story was now touching something on the ground. It sparked, zapped, and exploded into some small pieces
that resembled bits of solder -- no one was hurt though. I remember seeing a few lightning flashes and
the lights went out. Some low lit back up lights came on after a few seconds of total darkness inside
this underground shelter. A group of people nearby gathered around a guitar player and began to sing
an upbeat song, as if they were trying to calm themselves and the others. I wondered if people could
ever be this calm if they knew their doom was imminent. The rafters in the room seemed much lower to
the ground -- we had to lower ourselves "limbo style" to get under them and put ourselves close
to the dirty, wet floor. I noticed another friend who was not initially with our group. He told me he
would stand with the group -- to me he seemed pissed off at us for some reason.
I noticed a woman standing by an shop door -- perhaps the store front with the sign I saw before.
It seemed the lights had returned to full strength and no one had noticed. I told the group the
lights had come back on, prompting them to leave the underground shelter. I ran down a street with
another person looking for them. This person I was running with tossed a textbook to the side of the
street close to the street gutter. He said he no longer needed this book.
We walked through a corner gas station area where a large mass of people had gathered, perhaps from
the underground shelter. I remember two young women standing by a gas pump. One was wearing a white
smock while the other asked her what kind of doctor she wanted to be. The other replied she was taking
courses and just wanted to be a doctor.
I found my friends eating pancakes in a restaurant near this gas station. The place seemed disheveled,
like a massive group of patrons had come and gone. My friends were sitting in a corner area of sorts
and the floor under them was raised up a step from the main restaurant floor. The carpeting was blue-ish
and the walls had a faux stone look about them. There was no room for me to sit with my friends at their
table, so I pulled a smaller table corner-to-corner with the larger table and sat down.
"AGEISM / DOLLED UP"
I remember looking at the outer part of a city with busy streets
and highways. Various "homemade" planes were flying about in the
skies -- I thought of them as "homemade" because they looked like
early prototype planes of the Wright Brothers era of aviation.
The skies were deep blue with scattered white clouds and it seemed
like a nice day to be flying about like that.
After that I was standing on an isolated platform in some shallow water.
A burly man -- he looked like a professional wrestler -- was busy lowering
monkeys in metal cages into the water. For some reason the monkeys were
dying once they were submerged into the water. I did not think their death
was caused by drowning since they were not under water for a prolonged
period. I think it may have been the ice cold water that was killing them.
I chose to go back to the shore.
I walked into some building and stood by a wall. I noticed a sign that
read Over 50 and people that seemed to be of that age were lining
up about me so I looked for a sign that was within my age range. I found
a sign for age 30 but I looked around again and found a
sign for 25 and up close by so I stood there against the wall.
This room seemed to be like a room that adjoins a swimming pool, with
wet concrete floors and humid air. I noticed I was standing in swimming
trucks with a towel about my shoulders.
In a line before me I saw the actress Laura Linney. She seemed
to acknowledge my presence at first, smiling and saying "hi,"
but then began to talk to a woman in her line. At this time I noticed
Trey Parker, co-creator of South Park, standing to the
left of me in this line. I think we began to watch a projected movie
on a wall on the other side of the room.
It appeared that Trey Parker was starring in this movie. The scene
was atop a very tall building, one that towered over many smaller
ones in a large city. Trey asked someone else within this movie how
to get over The Mississippi River. Not getting an answer he wanted, he
simply jumped off of the building and fell like a sky jumper on his descent.
Next I remember people driving around in a car that had blue and red
dentures -- more like the wind up toy variety -- mounted on the hood
and roof. This car kept driving around in circles. Someone within the
car suggested some "blue lanes" to drive in. Then I remember seeing
Laura Linney driving a car. An animated "doll" seemed to be
riding along with her. At some point the doll had nestled itself up against her chest, in the
top part of the black dress she was wearing -- it kind of reminded me of
a joey looking out of a kangaroo's pouch. It seemed like they were singing,
the way people would break out into song in a musical. The "doll" ended
up in the back seat and Laura asked if it could give her something.
The "doll" did not seem to have its head and was pulling some items out of
its body through the opening it its neck. The "doll" pulled out a small black
cell phone and hit Laura in the back of her head as she was
driving. It said dryly, "Look you loopy bitch." Laura rubbed
the back of her head, winced, and continued driving. As she did so, she
seemed to be changing an article of clothing under her black dress
without taking her black dress off. I noticed she was not wearing a bra
under her dress -- she had a very nice looking breast.
"CEMENT CESSATIONS"
Some unknown persons were discussing destroying stars throughout the universe. I raised an
objection to this plan because I thought destroying so many celestial bodies would somehow
undo the glue of space and would wreak havoc. They went ahead with their plan.
Next I was standing in a semi-dark bedroom, perhaps a small hotel room. I noticed a bright light
coming through the only window in this room and it was becoming more and more bright. I looked
out the window in disbelief: a star or other glowing celestial body was headed right for
this planet, as if it had been snapped back from the other end of a tethered line.
The situation seemed hopeless and I accepted it as such. The gravity in the room seemed to be
changing and I felt myself becoming weightless -- I thought the approach of this celestial body
had affected the planet's gravity. As I floated up in the middle of this room, I lifted my feet
before me fearing the end would come within mere moments. I do not know how or why but we were
somehow spared from our doom.
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