Cream616
09-21-2006, 08:49 PM
Two nights ago I had a strange, but clear and memorable dream. This is it...
I was standing in forest staring up into the green leafy canopy. The trees all seemed bigger and older. Everything felt like it had been alive a long time and would continue to live forever. I started walking through the sylvan landscape until I came to dirt path. I thought nothing of it and simply walkes across it. As soon as I had crossed the path I could see my breath. The air had turned cold and the living earth that was previously beneath my feet had turned to frost caked sand. The trees became thinner and darker and had lost all of their leaves. Everything felt dark, cold, and dead. The most peculiar part was that I really didnt care. I knew that what happened was horrible, but everthing felt as if the world was powerless to stop the inevitability and had resigned itself to its fate.
The next thing I knew I had walked out of the dead forest onto the top of a hard frosted sand dune. I looked back toward where the forest would have been and only saw more hard sand dunes stretching off into the horizon. It was at this point that I noticed how red everything was. The sky was that deep, dark red seen just before sunset. The sand obviously impressed by the heavenly display emulated the sky and turned the same deep red. I inhaled (I think it was the first time in the dream), the air was cold and hurt my lungs. Even the air felt empty and dead only betraying its existance with a slight flavor of smoke.
Below me I saw a brilliant river twisting between the sand dunes. It was clear, but shrone as if deep inside it some ethreal silver was trying to escape. For a few minutes I stood transfixed by the river until my gaze drifted toward the sky. That is when I saw it. A glorious and magestic bald eagle. The first thing I noticed was its colosasl size. From wingtip to wingtip it must have measured fifty feet. It gracefully flew threw air for a more seconds before swooping low, flying right abow the river as if it was catching a fish. Then without so much as splash it flew right into the river. The bald eagle kept flying even when underwater (yes flying, not swimming). Enthralled by its size and beauty I was determined to take a closer look.
I remember clearly how as soon as my right foot slowly rose to take a step down the dune, my left foot sank into the sand. While the air was still cold the sand was now soft and unstable. No longer able to keep my balance I tumbled down the large dune and splashed into the river. Immediating I noticed three things about the river. First, much to my surprise, it was not at all cold (however still wet and unpleasant). Secondly, I wasnt water, but rather something denser, like a river of liquid mercury. Finally, after repeatedly failing to regain my footing I realized that the river was moving extremly fast. I couldnt fight it, I couldnt even consider fighting it. I just succumb to helplessness and, as I saw the damned eagle fly by, realized impersonally my life was at an end.
Then I felt something deep inside me. Something like a small seed of hope growing inside myself. I reached out blindly, and unsurprisingly made contact with a metal handle. I pulled myself up by the handle and onto the small paddle boat to which it was attached (you know the two person paddle boats that have bicycle peddles). I was greeted by a frantic old man who was screaming something about the "Falls" being near. While I didnt exactly know what he was talking about, I could infer that down river was something I didnt want to meet. We paddled for all our might for all of about thirty seconds untill the object of the old man terror became visible. It seemed that the river flowed over the edge of a huge cliff. The cliff however was made of cement and though tremedously large and impressive I could not see any purpose (unless the object was to make a spectacular waterfall).
Luckily, there was a small inlet to the extreme right of the precipice. I assumed it was the allow workers access to the top of the falls. Somehow my comrade and I made it to the inlet and threw ourselves from the boat onto a cold steel floor. As soon as I had composed myself I asked the old man what the falls where. He told me its name (something long that sounded german) and said the authority built it to deal with the drug problem. He said that in the towns the river ran through kids would trip out on a drug he called "bark" and swim in the river. The old man explained that the falls were created to trap and dispose of the social parasites. I then noticed that the river was filled with bodies. Moving, screaming, bodies haphazardly cascading over the falls.
Extremely unerved, I climbed up a ladder and out of a manhole. The old man followed me out of the manhole and we found ourselves in the middle of a wide hazy street. I was about to ask him how what we had just seen was legal before a huge garbage truck pulled up and a small group of dark faces cops ran over to us. Before I could say anything I saw the old man shot by one officer in the head. Just as he fell messily back down into the manhole, a heavu object was slammed into my head and I was thrown into the garbage truck.
When I regained consciousness, I was still in the back of the garbage truck. By the little light that filtered in I could make out three pale, huddled bodies shivering in the corner. I was about to wade through the trash over to them, when the truck abruptly halted. Almost as soon as it had stopped the rear hatch opened and the truck dumped out the stinking contents of its hooper. Among the trash the others and myself were dumped from the truck and I blacked out.
I woke up and clawed my way out from under the trash. I was in a vast parking lot. At least that is the only was I can describe it. There were no lines, but for as far the eye could see was cracked concrete. The other must have died or fled because the indominable silence was all encompasing. I walked; if it didnt seem like the right thing to do, it was simply the only thing to do. It wasnt cold either, it was hot. Before long I was parched and exausted. I couldnt see the sun through the gray smog but I hated it nonetheless. I knew I could not continue for long.
Then without any doubt I knew I was not alone. I spun around quickly and saw two figures less than five feet away. They were dressed in what could only be described as armoured police riot gear. Complete with sheilds and black, reflective face sheilds. There armour was all black and the various plates reflected the sick yellow light. In unison they stepped forward. I couldnt help but notice how emotionless and dead they seemed. Even when they began to impersonally beat me with their steel riot sticks, I could sense nothing living under the masks.
I awoke in the same place I had fallen. I knew this by the dark red patterns on the cement made by my splattering blood. I didnt check to see where I was hurt. I though it would be futile as I was already dead. I did the only I could, I walked. The next thing I came to looked like a gaint crater. As if some giganic meteor had smashed into the cement. The gaping hole was so large I could barely see the otherside through the smog. Then I noticed construction machines working near the rim of the crater to my far left. The bulldozers and other vehicles seemed driverless but moved regardless. I could see that they were filling in the crater with something. It was too how to distinguish what it so far away so I did the obvious thing and looked down. It was bodies. The crater was half filled with twisted, mangled, rotting bodies. As if in a trance I could see it happen before it did. The cement under my left foot began to give way. I could feel myself falling into the crater of bodies. The smell intesified as I rolled down the side of the crater to join the mass of corpses baking in the invisible sun. I could see the eyeless sockets now, and knew it was over for me. The terror had begun, exploding from inside of me and consuming me with insanity. Merely feet away from the orgy of death...
...I was ripped out of my sleep by the familiar "buzz, buzz" of my alarm clock.
I submit this dream for your amusement and analysis. Peace.
I was standing in forest staring up into the green leafy canopy. The trees all seemed bigger and older. Everything felt like it had been alive a long time and would continue to live forever. I started walking through the sylvan landscape until I came to dirt path. I thought nothing of it and simply walkes across it. As soon as I had crossed the path I could see my breath. The air had turned cold and the living earth that was previously beneath my feet had turned to frost caked sand. The trees became thinner and darker and had lost all of their leaves. Everything felt dark, cold, and dead. The most peculiar part was that I really didnt care. I knew that what happened was horrible, but everthing felt as if the world was powerless to stop the inevitability and had resigned itself to its fate.
The next thing I knew I had walked out of the dead forest onto the top of a hard frosted sand dune. I looked back toward where the forest would have been and only saw more hard sand dunes stretching off into the horizon. It was at this point that I noticed how red everything was. The sky was that deep, dark red seen just before sunset. The sand obviously impressed by the heavenly display emulated the sky and turned the same deep red. I inhaled (I think it was the first time in the dream), the air was cold and hurt my lungs. Even the air felt empty and dead only betraying its existance with a slight flavor of smoke.
Below me I saw a brilliant river twisting between the sand dunes. It was clear, but shrone as if deep inside it some ethreal silver was trying to escape. For a few minutes I stood transfixed by the river until my gaze drifted toward the sky. That is when I saw it. A glorious and magestic bald eagle. The first thing I noticed was its colosasl size. From wingtip to wingtip it must have measured fifty feet. It gracefully flew threw air for a more seconds before swooping low, flying right abow the river as if it was catching a fish. Then without so much as splash it flew right into the river. The bald eagle kept flying even when underwater (yes flying, not swimming). Enthralled by its size and beauty I was determined to take a closer look.
I remember clearly how as soon as my right foot slowly rose to take a step down the dune, my left foot sank into the sand. While the air was still cold the sand was now soft and unstable. No longer able to keep my balance I tumbled down the large dune and splashed into the river. Immediating I noticed three things about the river. First, much to my surprise, it was not at all cold (however still wet and unpleasant). Secondly, I wasnt water, but rather something denser, like a river of liquid mercury. Finally, after repeatedly failing to regain my footing I realized that the river was moving extremly fast. I couldnt fight it, I couldnt even consider fighting it. I just succumb to helplessness and, as I saw the damned eagle fly by, realized impersonally my life was at an end.
Then I felt something deep inside me. Something like a small seed of hope growing inside myself. I reached out blindly, and unsurprisingly made contact with a metal handle. I pulled myself up by the handle and onto the small paddle boat to which it was attached (you know the two person paddle boats that have bicycle peddles). I was greeted by a frantic old man who was screaming something about the "Falls" being near. While I didnt exactly know what he was talking about, I could infer that down river was something I didnt want to meet. We paddled for all our might for all of about thirty seconds untill the object of the old man terror became visible. It seemed that the river flowed over the edge of a huge cliff. The cliff however was made of cement and though tremedously large and impressive I could not see any purpose (unless the object was to make a spectacular waterfall).
Luckily, there was a small inlet to the extreme right of the precipice. I assumed it was the allow workers access to the top of the falls. Somehow my comrade and I made it to the inlet and threw ourselves from the boat onto a cold steel floor. As soon as I had composed myself I asked the old man what the falls where. He told me its name (something long that sounded german) and said the authority built it to deal with the drug problem. He said that in the towns the river ran through kids would trip out on a drug he called "bark" and swim in the river. The old man explained that the falls were created to trap and dispose of the social parasites. I then noticed that the river was filled with bodies. Moving, screaming, bodies haphazardly cascading over the falls.
Extremely unerved, I climbed up a ladder and out of a manhole. The old man followed me out of the manhole and we found ourselves in the middle of a wide hazy street. I was about to ask him how what we had just seen was legal before a huge garbage truck pulled up and a small group of dark faces cops ran over to us. Before I could say anything I saw the old man shot by one officer in the head. Just as he fell messily back down into the manhole, a heavu object was slammed into my head and I was thrown into the garbage truck.
When I regained consciousness, I was still in the back of the garbage truck. By the little light that filtered in I could make out three pale, huddled bodies shivering in the corner. I was about to wade through the trash over to them, when the truck abruptly halted. Almost as soon as it had stopped the rear hatch opened and the truck dumped out the stinking contents of its hooper. Among the trash the others and myself were dumped from the truck and I blacked out.
I woke up and clawed my way out from under the trash. I was in a vast parking lot. At least that is the only was I can describe it. There were no lines, but for as far the eye could see was cracked concrete. The other must have died or fled because the indominable silence was all encompasing. I walked; if it didnt seem like the right thing to do, it was simply the only thing to do. It wasnt cold either, it was hot. Before long I was parched and exausted. I couldnt see the sun through the gray smog but I hated it nonetheless. I knew I could not continue for long.
Then without any doubt I knew I was not alone. I spun around quickly and saw two figures less than five feet away. They were dressed in what could only be described as armoured police riot gear. Complete with sheilds and black, reflective face sheilds. There armour was all black and the various plates reflected the sick yellow light. In unison they stepped forward. I couldnt help but notice how emotionless and dead they seemed. Even when they began to impersonally beat me with their steel riot sticks, I could sense nothing living under the masks.
I awoke in the same place I had fallen. I knew this by the dark red patterns on the cement made by my splattering blood. I didnt check to see where I was hurt. I though it would be futile as I was already dead. I did the only I could, I walked. The next thing I came to looked like a gaint crater. As if some giganic meteor had smashed into the cement. The gaping hole was so large I could barely see the otherside through the smog. Then I noticed construction machines working near the rim of the crater to my far left. The bulldozers and other vehicles seemed driverless but moved regardless. I could see that they were filling in the crater with something. It was too how to distinguish what it so far away so I did the obvious thing and looked down. It was bodies. The crater was half filled with twisted, mangled, rotting bodies. As if in a trance I could see it happen before it did. The cement under my left foot began to give way. I could feel myself falling into the crater of bodies. The smell intesified as I rolled down the side of the crater to join the mass of corpses baking in the invisible sun. I could see the eyeless sockets now, and knew it was over for me. The terror had begun, exploding from inside of me and consuming me with insanity. Merely feet away from the orgy of death...
...I was ripped out of my sleep by the familiar "buzz, buzz" of my alarm clock.
I submit this dream for your amusement and analysis. Peace.