11/09/05

Only one dream that flowed from one idea into the next with no breaks:

I was outside in a desolate area. There were many rock walls and cliffs all around with only sparse shrubbery. The landscape was dominated by one large mansion that was very archaic and seemed to be growing right up out of the rock around it. I was there with one nameless guy and two people from star trek. They said that they had to get inside but the other man refused to let them get in any way he could. At first he just suggested other options. Then, when they actually tried to climb inside, he grabbed them down so they could not climb. They wondered what the hell he was doing. He didn't reply with an answer, just reached out and snapped one of their necks. The last guy got so freaked out that he just ran, and fell off of one of the cliffs. It was only the weird guy left. It seemed like I wasn't even there, like it was a third person view. With this view, I followed him inside of the mansion. THere, the dream took a turn:
I was inside and it was first person with me actually taking actions and having a dream-physical form. I at firdst wandered around the mansion for a while and it seemed completely empty. The halls were loud and echo-y from the floors. The were all made from marble and had a dull luster in the dim light. There were three stories and one of them was underground. I explored them all and the house itself gave off a kind of evil air. I continued to explore and came to a room that had a climbing wall on one side and all of the hold stones were glowing a brilliant yellow. With no one around, I decided to give it a try. When I grabbed hold of one of the stones, it gave way and tilted forward. I heard some sort of clanking coming from far off. Then an apparition came out of the wall, it was a faint blue and very see through. It had the angel/demon type face from Indianna Jones and the Lost Arc type thing with a horrible howl. I just completely fled faster than I ever though possible. I ran back through the underground layer and back up, I was just about to collapse from fear when i ran into Jeff Brown, fromt he tennis club here at the U. I was startled and relieved to see him and I asked what the hell was going on. He chuckled a little and said that there was a tournament here in town and this is the place that the entire tennis team was staying. He said that and it made it true, and I felt safe.
Now I re-wandered the mansion to see people that I knew and all of the rooms had subtly changed into more hospitable quarters. THere was warmth, beds, blankets and bright lights. Because I was int he basement for so long, all of the normal rooms were already taken. I squeezed into a tiny room that I had to share. I looked though, and I had to share it with a girl named laurne that I knew from back in highschool. I now thought It wouldn't be so bad. Then I looked at the bed, it had one blanket and was only about half of hte width as a twin bed. Me and her tried to get some sleep but it was too cramped. Halfway asleep, she asked if I could find somewhere else to sleep. I agreed and got up out of the bed. It took what seemed like 30 mintues of searching before I found a room that was unoccupied witha normal sized bed in it. I chose this one, made the bed with some new sheets, went back and woke her up. We both went back to the nicer room and got in bed. We were both sleepy and even though we each could have had enough room to ourselves, she laid right next to me with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her middle. It was one of the most comfortable feelings I have had in a while, I just wanted to lay there forever. For no reason, at that time, I felt like I needed to brush my teeth. I got out of bed and left the room. Lauren got up and followed me as well.
I went outside the room and was in broad daylight in a very poor slum somewhere in the deep south. I was already brushing my teeth with a mouth full of froth. Instead of going back in, I walked a little down the one street, looking for a place to spit. I wanted a drain on the side of the road or soemthing because I didn't want to offend the locals in any way as there was a very large feeling of tension over the whole town. Just as I found a little pit, a car drove by and saw me. A young black girl, around 13 or so got out and yelled at me, like WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? I didn't say anything back immediatley, I just looked at her confused, like I didn't do anything. Then, out of the driver side came a huge man, at least 6' 10" and 250 pounds. Just massive. He calmly looked at me and asked if I killed a nigger. I was dumbfounded at this question, partially by the racism in it and by the fact that I had never hurt anyone in my life, let alone kill anyone. I stared at him a little and said nothing. He asked me again: Did you kill a nigger the other day?" I stood up from spitting, slowly wiped my mouth, looked him square in the eye and said, "No, I did not" He believed me thank fully and didn't really hassle me anymore about it. He put his gargantuan hand around my neck and started to guide me through the town. I was a little nervous but I went with it. He explained to me that this town is one of horrble racism. That the only reason he wasn't being killed on sight for being black was because he had saved the town from completely going under some time back. He continued his story and explanation while guiding me to the town's tavern, which wa just another shack that sold alcohol for money or anything you migh have for trade. As he guided me in, the dream faded and i woke up.