the devils are really angels, freeing ya from the earth
I had a strange dream. I was walking through what seemed like a futuristic mall by myself with my purse and a hairkerchief on; it was a two or three story mall, what with the giant hole in the middle, you know. So everything seems more open.
In the hole in the middle there is a particular tall, long-round-whiskered-faced brown alien sitting in a floating blow up rubber raft. I hear mumblings about it being a healer from some planet that started with F. Suddenly the healer starts playing a song: it's unbelievably loud, everyone in the mall must hear it, and then I hear a single note, played out long and hard -- and blasts of energy burst up from the alien. People start screaming, diving to the side, and I am back far enough that nothing hits me. What does hit people knocks them to the floor, presumably dead.
This is somewhat shocking. As I walk forward (I felt as if I had no choice, as if walking backward would do nothing more helpful) I try to hurry, pushing my way past more people. But the alien doesn't move, and the music starts again, and no one seems to realize what the hell is going on other than those who dive into stores. I dive into one that looks like a Claire's with clothing, filled with dumb tweens, and I land on the ground, clutching onto my head. One of the energy bursts hits one of the girls.
I get up and run away and end up in a separate corridor and then in a large modern room. I finally relax. I can't even hear any noise any more -- when suddenly something slams against the wall and I jump up, scared out of my wits. It turns out it's an old friend of mine -- under the wrong name -- laughing and comes in (I'm not sure how) and hassles me for being so frightened. Another friend comes in -- someone I recognize but can't put my finger on his name in dream -- and tells me more about the healer, though I don't remember anything about what he said to me.
He said we should go, that his car was right outside. But I drove as well, and my car was on the other side of the building. He said he could just drive me to my car, but I would never remember where I parked, so I stubbornly leave. He follows me, and the first kid -- Chris, who I knew as Robert Snow back in the day -- leaves to his own car.
What we enter looks like an airport terminal with the long flat escalator and a broad middle area. Except the escalator isn't moving and it is utterly full of people, and the only thing in the middle area is the healer.
Suddenly I get terrified and I look at my friend: for some reason at this point his body has changed, and he looks like some morphed up dream version of Titus Pollo (too much fucking Rome). "Follow me," he says, and he drops to the ground. We start to crawl, and the music starts, and I'm terrified but have utter confidence in the man. I turn and look at him again and he's grown long red hair and a beard and looks just as mischievous as ever. Suddenly I blink and say, "Pat?"
He looks at me and then gets up. The music changes, and everyone hears the words "Those by the line are the smartest." He starts running backwards, and I look up at him in shock.
"What are you doing!" he says.
"Being left behind," I say, and he lurches forward, grabs me and gets me to start moving. He runs, and I run backwards on all fours -- suddenly the energy bursts are in the air again, flying directly towards us. Why the hell were we moving backwards, where we would probably get hit with them? I looked around, there were one or two desperate people following us, missing teeth and wearing old, tattered clothing. He flies backwards, and I turn around and jump. We land on a huge, pink-chalked out area, and the energy disappears in front of us.
We catch our breath and the healer disappears. All the dumb sheep on the escalator don't move, and the escalator doesn't move either, and so we burst past them and out the doors to get to my car.
This, Patrick, is why we should not speak of aliens. Because suddenly I get fucked up dreams.
In the hole in the middle there is a particular tall, long-round-whiskered-faced brown alien sitting in a floating blow up rubber raft. I hear mumblings about it being a healer from some planet that started with F. Suddenly the healer starts playing a song: it's unbelievably loud, everyone in the mall must hear it, and then I hear a single note, played out long and hard -- and blasts of energy burst up from the alien. People start screaming, diving to the side, and I am back far enough that nothing hits me. What does hit people knocks them to the floor, presumably dead.
This is somewhat shocking. As I walk forward (I felt as if I had no choice, as if walking backward would do nothing more helpful) I try to hurry, pushing my way past more people. But the alien doesn't move, and the music starts again, and no one seems to realize what the hell is going on other than those who dive into stores. I dive into one that looks like a Claire's with clothing, filled with dumb tweens, and I land on the ground, clutching onto my head. One of the energy bursts hits one of the girls.
I get up and run away and end up in a separate corridor and then in a large modern room. I finally relax. I can't even hear any noise any more -- when suddenly something slams against the wall and I jump up, scared out of my wits. It turns out it's an old friend of mine -- under the wrong name -- laughing and comes in (I'm not sure how) and hassles me for being so frightened. Another friend comes in -- someone I recognize but can't put my finger on his name in dream -- and tells me more about the healer, though I don't remember anything about what he said to me.
He said we should go, that his car was right outside. But I drove as well, and my car was on the other side of the building. He said he could just drive me to my car, but I would never remember where I parked, so I stubbornly leave. He follows me, and the first kid -- Chris, who I knew as Robert Snow back in the day -- leaves to his own car.
What we enter looks like an airport terminal with the long flat escalator and a broad middle area. Except the escalator isn't moving and it is utterly full of people, and the only thing in the middle area is the healer.
Suddenly I get terrified and I look at my friend: for some reason at this point his body has changed, and he looks like some morphed up dream version of Titus Pollo (too much fucking Rome). "Follow me," he says, and he drops to the ground. We start to crawl, and the music starts, and I'm terrified but have utter confidence in the man. I turn and look at him again and he's grown long red hair and a beard and looks just as mischievous as ever. Suddenly I blink and say, "Pat?"
He looks at me and then gets up. The music changes, and everyone hears the words "Those by the line are the smartest." He starts running backwards, and I look up at him in shock.
"What are you doing!" he says.
"Being left behind," I say, and he lurches forward, grabs me and gets me to start moving. He runs, and I run backwards on all fours -- suddenly the energy bursts are in the air again, flying directly towards us. Why the hell were we moving backwards, where we would probably get hit with them? I looked around, there were one or two desperate people following us, missing teeth and wearing old, tattered clothing. He flies backwards, and I turn around and jump. We land on a huge, pink-chalked out area, and the energy disappears in front of us.
We catch our breath and the healer disappears. All the dumb sheep on the escalator don't move, and the escalator doesn't move either, and so we burst past them and out the doors to get to my car.
This, Patrick, is why we should not speak of aliens. Because suddenly I get fucked up dreams.