Dream Diary
This dream is in three strangely related parts. Here's what I would call a summary, minus the spell checking and grammatical proficiency
There were ten of us in all, five women and five men, all with a single thing in common: we were stuck on this island, and present situation remaining, we were all going to die. Something was making us sick, something was foiling our attempts to get food, poisoning our water supply - in short ensuring our demise in the slowest, most painful way possible. Soon thereafter one woman was killed as she searched for food...hung by a powerfully strong yet invisibly thin tangle of chords. As we approached, she seemed to be suspended in midair, the eerie light giving her a strange angelic look.
But eventually, through standard horror movie investigations, we managed to find the cause of the evil, and (again stereotypically) it was among us. Joe, the seemingly nice investment banker from N.J., provided more and more clues into the window of his eventual insanity, finally admitting to having disrespected (in all ways) the spirits of the island, leading to their hatred of us and their continued efforts to finish us of. Crossing the brink of insanity, he maniacally proclaimed himself as God, only to act as a disturbed spirit lightning rod, and getting crushed by a rather large boulder.
We had forced the issue to a head, and it had subsided. But one problem remained...
There were eight of us in all, four women and four men, all with a single thing in common: we were still stuck on this bloody island. In the end we decided that if we were to die, we may as well make the most of it. Naturally, two at a time, we began to pair off, the deep "near-the-end" conversations drawing us closer as couples.
I only remember one line of conversation I had with my partner (whose name was not revealed to me in the dream)
"Why do so many people choose to live life so cautiously, afraid of every little thing, when freak accidents like this can occur? No one knows when they are going to die, going to be disabled or trapped...and we should live life so that if it ever DOES happen, we can be proud of what we've done in the past, and can settle down to a quiet new life..."
A few days later, we were joined by a Navy Pilot whose F-15 had crash landed into our island. The emergency GPS was working, and within hours we were rejoined with humanity. We promised to remain the best of friends....
In the days after the rescue, we tried to rehabilitate into society. The government-mandated support groups and classes on how to recover were all a blur to me. Only two things had registered: I was free, and I was taken. My girlfriend and I spent the next couple of days trying to adjust to this new life, where food was abundant and wasted and put that line above into practice.
We decided that the eight of us should all meet for fun and games at a local amusement park. We talked about life and politics and such, when my girlfriend interjected:
"Could you hold this for me? I'll be right back," and she handed me her ticket.
Taking it from her, I turned my attention to the sign on the coaster. "Flash: A near-death experience."
Grinning, I turned to my friends. The creators obviously didn't understand the concept of a "near-death" experience...not like we did...but it looked like a fun ride, and we were near the front.
I could hear one of the operators shouting, "Please have your tickets ready to be scanned! You will NOT be admitted without a ticket!"
Instinctively, I pulled out both tickets I was holding. They were identical on the front, so I turned them over. That's when I noticed it--the name and address of my girlfriend's ticket was blank! I didn't have any time to ponder this however, as suddenly I was at the front of the line. I strapped myself in, and prepared for the drop of a lifetime...which turned out to be severely overrated.
Oh, well. I left my friends and went to go search for her. After awhile, I saw her picking out jeans at a local fashion store (why it was in the amusement park is beyond me), a nitpicky sales clerk hovering over her movements.
"Here, I picked these out for you!" she said, handing me a pair of jeans. "Let's go try them on!"
Shrugging, I consented and went to the fitting rooms. After a minute, she said..."Hey, hand me your jeans, will you? I want to check the size against another pair."
While thinking twice about it, I handed my jeans over the door, and bent down to examine the pair I was trying on....they just...didn't fit...something was wrong. And then I noticed it, they were girls jeans! With a sinking feeling, I called out to my girlfriend, but there was no answer...
And that's when the reality hit me...she had been shoplifting, nearly caught, and needed to change jeans to avoid setting off the alarm. And somehow I had been sucked into all of this...I was holding what seemed to be stolen merchandise from this or another store...and my wallet was in the pants I had surrendered.
I was at a loss for words, my two options seemed to be running out in my underwear or stealing a pair of girls' jeans. I opted for the former. I bolted like a bat out of hell. Within seconds, security guards were chasing after me, assuming me to be some half-naked drunken idiot.
I ran into an elevator, which miraculously was full of unfashionable clothes no one wanted any more. I got dressed, and spent the next hour or so leaving the park while trying to both avoid capture and find my girlfriend (and therefore, some answers).
I don't know how I made it out of the park, but eventually I bummed some change and called my family to come get me outside of it. They drove me to a friend's apartment, where to my amazement, she was waiting for me. I started to get angry, but she cut me off...
"I'm sorry...I'm just trying to live life on the edge, like we talked about! Don't you remember...?"
"Look, having fifty police officers searching for me is not my idea of 'living dangerously'! What are you going to do next, rob a bank?"
"I'm really sorry," she said, holding my hand. "I won't ever do it again. Can't we just go back to the way things were?"
I stared at her...this wasn't the girl I knew. This was a common thief and criminal...and I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never trust her, never love her because even now she was using tenderness as a weapon, to disarm me. How long would it be before she tried to saddle me with another one of her petty crimes?
So, with a great effort, I got up and walked away...
(And with an even bigger effort, I woke up at 4:45 AM, got dressed, and went to work)
END OF DREAM!
There were ten of us in all, five women and five men, all with a single thing in common: we were stuck on this island, and present situation remaining, we were all going to die. Something was making us sick, something was foiling our attempts to get food, poisoning our water supply - in short ensuring our demise in the slowest, most painful way possible. Soon thereafter one woman was killed as she searched for food...hung by a powerfully strong yet invisibly thin tangle of chords. As we approached, she seemed to be suspended in midair, the eerie light giving her a strange angelic look.
But eventually, through standard horror movie investigations, we managed to find the cause of the evil, and (again stereotypically) it was among us. Joe, the seemingly nice investment banker from N.J., provided more and more clues into the window of his eventual insanity, finally admitting to having disrespected (in all ways) the spirits of the island, leading to their hatred of us and their continued efforts to finish us of. Crossing the brink of insanity, he maniacally proclaimed himself as God, only to act as a disturbed spirit lightning rod, and getting crushed by a rather large boulder.
We had forced the issue to a head, and it had subsided. But one problem remained...
There were eight of us in all, four women and four men, all with a single thing in common: we were still stuck on this bloody island. In the end we decided that if we were to die, we may as well make the most of it. Naturally, two at a time, we began to pair off, the deep "near-the-end" conversations drawing us closer as couples.
I only remember one line of conversation I had with my partner (whose name was not revealed to me in the dream)
"Why do so many people choose to live life so cautiously, afraid of every little thing, when freak accidents like this can occur? No one knows when they are going to die, going to be disabled or trapped...and we should live life so that if it ever DOES happen, we can be proud of what we've done in the past, and can settle down to a quiet new life..."
A few days later, we were joined by a Navy Pilot whose F-15 had crash landed into our island. The emergency GPS was working, and within hours we were rejoined with humanity. We promised to remain the best of friends....
In the days after the rescue, we tried to rehabilitate into society. The government-mandated support groups and classes on how to recover were all a blur to me. Only two things had registered: I was free, and I was taken. My girlfriend and I spent the next couple of days trying to adjust to this new life, where food was abundant and wasted and put that line above into practice.
We decided that the eight of us should all meet for fun and games at a local amusement park. We talked about life and politics and such, when my girlfriend interjected:
"Could you hold this for me? I'll be right back," and she handed me her ticket.
Taking it from her, I turned my attention to the sign on the coaster. "Flash: A near-death experience."
Grinning, I turned to my friends. The creators obviously didn't understand the concept of a "near-death" experience...not like we did...but it looked like a fun ride, and we were near the front.
I could hear one of the operators shouting, "Please have your tickets ready to be scanned! You will NOT be admitted without a ticket!"
Instinctively, I pulled out both tickets I was holding. They were identical on the front, so I turned them over. That's when I noticed it--the name and address of my girlfriend's ticket was blank! I didn't have any time to ponder this however, as suddenly I was at the front of the line. I strapped myself in, and prepared for the drop of a lifetime...which turned out to be severely overrated.
Oh, well. I left my friends and went to go search for her. After awhile, I saw her picking out jeans at a local fashion store (why it was in the amusement park is beyond me), a nitpicky sales clerk hovering over her movements.
"Here, I picked these out for you!" she said, handing me a pair of jeans. "Let's go try them on!"
Shrugging, I consented and went to the fitting rooms. After a minute, she said..."Hey, hand me your jeans, will you? I want to check the size against another pair."
While thinking twice about it, I handed my jeans over the door, and bent down to examine the pair I was trying on....they just...didn't fit...something was wrong. And then I noticed it, they were girls jeans! With a sinking feeling, I called out to my girlfriend, but there was no answer...
And that's when the reality hit me...she had been shoplifting, nearly caught, and needed to change jeans to avoid setting off the alarm. And somehow I had been sucked into all of this...I was holding what seemed to be stolen merchandise from this or another store...and my wallet was in the pants I had surrendered.
I was at a loss for words, my two options seemed to be running out in my underwear or stealing a pair of girls' jeans. I opted for the former. I bolted like a bat out of hell. Within seconds, security guards were chasing after me, assuming me to be some half-naked drunken idiot.
I ran into an elevator, which miraculously was full of unfashionable clothes no one wanted any more. I got dressed, and spent the next hour or so leaving the park while trying to both avoid capture and find my girlfriend (and therefore, some answers).
I don't know how I made it out of the park, but eventually I bummed some change and called my family to come get me outside of it. They drove me to a friend's apartment, where to my amazement, she was waiting for me. I started to get angry, but she cut me off...
"I'm sorry...I'm just trying to live life on the edge, like we talked about! Don't you remember...?"
"Look, having fifty police officers searching for me is not my idea of 'living dangerously'! What are you going to do next, rob a bank?"
"I'm really sorry," she said, holding my hand. "I won't ever do it again. Can't we just go back to the way things were?"
I stared at her...this wasn't the girl I knew. This was a common thief and criminal...and I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never trust her, never love her because even now she was using tenderness as a weapon, to disarm me. How long would it be before she tried to saddle me with another one of her petty crimes?
So, with a great effort, I got up and walked away...
(And with an even bigger effort, I woke up at 4:45 AM, got dressed, and went to work)
END OF DREAM!