I've been travelling, it's been a while since I posted. Not to mention an entire slew of games that have come out since October. Blah Blah. Anyways, I've had just a few too many dreams that I can't help but remember and feel compelled to write about them now. That's the thing about dreams, we don't typically remember them. Combine that with my frequent bursts of deja vu and well, I don't care to analyze it at this point. Maybe later. Also, forgive me now as I'm writing this on my phone. Here we go...
Looking down I could only see what I believed to be my homeland, the Mojave Desert. There I was hanging on for dear life at the end of a rather long grappling hook. This grappling hook was connected to the tail end of a large plane. A cargo plane, at that. I'm not quite sure if this is even possible, I was breaking laws of physics in some manner or another. But if so, I would describe this action as the opposite of parasailing and without the sail. So, jet grappling? Grapple skitching? Free flying? Eh, it doesn't matter because moments later I was on the ground. Not exactly a smooth landing but hey, I survived. No dirt in the mouth so that's a plus. The cargo plane was gone and then it was just me.
So naturally, I began to walk. I walked for what felt like eons. And eons. Eventually I stumbled upon a small plane crash. Based on the size difference I could tell clearly this was not at all the same plane I was hooked to earlier. This was more like a personal jet. I could smell the fuel burning and so I ran to the crash. People were laid out all around the jet. Both men and women surrounded the jet just frozen in time. Because of the smell of burning fuel, the lack of dust on the bodies and the overall feel of the crash it became obvious to me that this just happened.
I searched for anyone alive to see if I could help in some way. After checking about four or five bodies for a pulse, it was then I realized. There is no blood here. All of these bodies are pale and intact. Not one of them has a scratch on their body. In fact, all of these people look as though they're in a deep sleep. A deep sleep without a pulse though? I'm no expert on crash sites but there is nothing oridnary about this one. Of course I continue to investigate further and upon closer examination I stood motionless. I focused in on a man who looked deader than dead. Standing there I just watched him, motionless. I focused in on his eyes when suddenly they opened. He looked straight at me and tilted his head up with a quick snap. In a disappointed and frearful tone he looked into my eyes and said "Well, you don't look surprised."
I was speechless. At this point, every single one of these lifeless bodies rose up to greet me. I had too many thoughts and questions to settle on one so I just began to slowly back up and away. Right before my eyes was a graveyard coming to life. They were no longer lifeless. They no longer looked dead at all, but well rested and waiting for my response. As if this entire stage was all just a production and the purpose was to receive my reaction? Who the hell are these people? From here, the dream gets even more strange.
A woman who just rose from amongst the crash started approaching me. She is speaking to me but I can't quite make out her words. I'm still backing away from this entire situation but she insists on telling me something. In fact, she won't stop speaking, her mumbles never turned into words. I asked her "Do you need a ride?"(as if I had one to offer). Things I say, I swear. Looking behind me now as I continue to back up, there is a two lane road. A godsend, or at least I thought. As we approach the highway she still continued to walk towards me. By now I am looking in both directions for a car, and in the distance what do I see? A black SUV coming to rescue us. With arms flailing I couldn't have been more happy to see a car in my life. With one more quick glance to the mumbling woman, I could read her lips and she silently screamed at me "watch out". In a moment of happiness and confusion I looked back to the SUV. It wasn't stopping, in fact I could hear the engine getting louder. As soon as I felt the front end of the vehicle impale me I woke up.
Looking down I could only see what I believed to be my homeland, the Mojave Desert. There I was hanging on for dear life at the end of a rather long grappling hook. This grappling hook was connected to the tail end of a large plane. A cargo plane, at that. I'm not quite sure if this is even possible, I was breaking laws of physics in some manner or another. But if so, I would describe this action as the opposite of parasailing and without the sail. So, jet grappling? Grapple skitching? Free flying? Eh, it doesn't matter because moments later I was on the ground. Not exactly a smooth landing but hey, I survived. No dirt in the mouth so that's a plus. The cargo plane was gone and then it was just me.
So naturally, I began to walk. I walked for what felt like eons. And eons. Eventually I stumbled upon a small plane crash. Based on the size difference I could tell clearly this was not at all the same plane I was hooked to earlier. This was more like a personal jet. I could smell the fuel burning and so I ran to the crash. People were laid out all around the jet. Both men and women surrounded the jet just frozen in time. Because of the smell of burning fuel, the lack of dust on the bodies and the overall feel of the crash it became obvious to me that this just happened.
I searched for anyone alive to see if I could help in some way. After checking about four or five bodies for a pulse, it was then I realized. There is no blood here. All of these bodies are pale and intact. Not one of them has a scratch on their body. In fact, all of these people look as though they're in a deep sleep. A deep sleep without a pulse though? I'm no expert on crash sites but there is nothing oridnary about this one. Of course I continue to investigate further and upon closer examination I stood motionless. I focused in on a man who looked deader than dead. Standing there I just watched him, motionless. I focused in on his eyes when suddenly they opened. He looked straight at me and tilted his head up with a quick snap. In a disappointed and frearful tone he looked into my eyes and said "Well, you don't look surprised."
I was speechless. At this point, every single one of these lifeless bodies rose up to greet me. I had too many thoughts and questions to settle on one so I just began to slowly back up and away. Right before my eyes was a graveyard coming to life. They were no longer lifeless. They no longer looked dead at all, but well rested and waiting for my response. As if this entire stage was all just a production and the purpose was to receive my reaction? Who the hell are these people? From here, the dream gets even more strange.
A woman who just rose from amongst the crash started approaching me. She is speaking to me but I can't quite make out her words. I'm still backing away from this entire situation but she insists on telling me something. In fact, she won't stop speaking, her mumbles never turned into words. I asked her "Do you need a ride?"(as if I had one to offer). Things I say, I swear. Looking behind me now as I continue to back up, there is a two lane road. A godsend, or at least I thought. As we approach the highway she still continued to walk towards me. By now I am looking in both directions for a car, and in the distance what do I see? A black SUV coming to rescue us. With arms flailing I couldn't have been more happy to see a car in my life. With one more quick glance to the mumbling woman, I could read her lips and she silently screamed at me "watch out". In a moment of happiness and confusion I looked back to the SUV. It wasn't stopping, in fact I could hear the engine getting louder. As soon as I felt the front end of the vehicle impale me I woke up.
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