Two Part Dream on a Theme: David Bowie, Act II.

Dream Info: August 2009
Realism Intensity: 2
Content: G

I stood at a window in our town’s junior high school. Outside was the main street, then open stretching desert to the distant mountains which were blocked by ominous black clouds. The sky was a color I had never seen before. This was no ordinary storm, just as she had warned.

As the rain crashed down out in the desert I walked into a bathroom. David Bowie sat in a stall dressed in an orange jumpsuit.

“David, you know I’ve got to keep your stall shut. You are supposed to be in jail,” I said.

David Bowie rolled his eyes. “Yes, but there is no space. I get claustrophobic with the stall door closed. Do we really need to continue this parody of justice?”

I pushed the door closed. “Lock it.”

David Bowie sighed and I heard the click as the metal pole slid into the stall frame.

“Thanks,” I said. “This is the best we have right now. So yes, the parody continues…”

I walked over to a stall and started to take off my clothes. There was a shower here and it had been several days since my last. Several days since we had herded the whole town into this school to hide out and wait for what? They had no idea but had listened to my urges. And I, well I scarcely believed the reason myself.

The dull drumming of rain beating down on the roof filled the bathroom. There was a rumble and the ground shook. The lights went out.

I paused and then pulled out my flash light. It was at this moment that I realized I had forgotten to bring my towel. So much for my shower. I had better go out and check on the rest of the folks anyway.

I slipped on my clothes and stepped out from the stall. There was another rumble; bigger this time. It was hard to describe, but there was an odd quality to the shaking ground. It was unlike any movement I had ever felt before.

“Trevor,” A thin female voice whispered. “It is time.” My hair stood on end. I shone the light around the bathroom frantically but knew I wouldn’t see her. David Bowie opened his stall door and our eyes met.

“I heard that too,” he said.

I nodded, resigned. David stood up and walked out of the bathroom. I followed.

Outside the sun was clear and low on the horizon. The mass of black clouds had vanished. Plenty of townsfolk were milling around just outside the school’s doors.

I walked over to Ryan Nilsen, Trisha Hulet, and the mayor (a lady I don’t know in real life). “Well, in this break of the weather we need to go get (I named a woman) from the town over.”

The mayor nodded, then said, “The land is mighty wet right now. Shouldn’t we wait?

Ryan asked, “What do you mean break in the weather? There are no clouds anywhere.”

“That is so weird,” Trisha added.

“Now,” I said, catching David Bowie’s eye. “It is best if we get her now.”

David Bowie’s look told me this was the understatement of the century.

So Ryan rounded up some friends and trudged off into the thick mud. The other town was actually just a small trailer park a mile out into the desert. Though there were no paved roads to it he’d be back soon enough.

Someone must have called the woman because I had just stepped back to the school when the mayor announced she was already coming. I turned to see an old RV struggling around a muddy bend in the road. Yes, that was her. David Bowie stepped up beside me as we watched her come. This was really it. Hard to believe what with the clouds gone and the sky back.

The city council had scheduled this meeting a week before. This was all just routine. That is what the town thought; a routine meeting about city affairs. And perhaps about the odd weather.

But David Bowie and I knew. To save our towns from destruction we were going to kill this woman. We had to. It had been prophesied.

Two Part Dream on a Theme: David Bowie, Act I.

Dream Info: August 2009
Realism Intensity: 2
Content: G

I, with the city council, had invited David Bowie to come over for a convention. I met him at the airport and was to take him to his hotel. We got talking and I brought up my roommate:

 Ryan had somehow discovered a previously unreleased Beatles song. He had taken it to the radio stations and it was receiving a ton of play.

David Bowie hadn’t heard this song yet so I swung over to my studio. I played him the song and then pitched him Ryan’s wonderful idea: Ryan imagined a cool modern music video to this old Beatles song. For the lead, he wanted David Bowie.

David Bowie thought about this for a few seconds, then nodded to me and said it sounded like a great idea. So just like that Ryan had David Bowie to act in a Beatles music video. Awesome.

To be continued...

The Resort - part II

Dream Info: February 1998
Realism Intensity: 4
Content: PG

The next morning it was time for me to work. I was to work in what was called the Dungeon. The entrance was halfway up a hill next to the bowling allies, which were built with the pins at the top of the hill (up hill bowling). The entrance to the Dungeon was like a mine entrance; you had to duck to go in.

The Dungeon was a large network of caverns with ceilings about twenty feet high. It was sparsely lit by lights hanging down from the ceiling about every fifty feet. There were old metal grates blocking certain passages. Hence the name ‘The Dungeon.’

I was to work in the Sewer. The Sewer was a huge underground complex still being carved out of the hill. The front was finished and you walked into a large two story room with a wide walkway to the right and one straight forward that sloped downward gently. They both overlooked the bottom floor that had small tables all over; it was going to be a small café soon. All the walls were a clean white color and the floors were checkered.

On the bottom floor, in a small side hall on the left, was small room. Jared, Rob, and Holly were gathered around the sink filling silver flasks about the size of a two liter pop bottle, up with whitish and gray powders.

“Know what we’re making Trevor? The land mines!” Said Rob.

“How many do we need to make?” I asked.

“Why don’t you go ask the manager?” asked Jared.

I turned around and walked out and was going up the walkway when I noticed a man hunched next to the wall at the entrance. He had on a dark blue uniform and was holding an M-16 assault rifle, aiming it at the doors of the hotel which happened to be directly across a road, outside the cafe. A few more men in blue were running along the top of the hill. Apparently terrorists had taken over and killed all the people in the hotel and were on their way to clear this complex. I ran back and warned my friends to hide. Jared and Holly wanted to stay in the room even though that would be the first place the terrorists would look. Rob and I ran down the stairs that went to the lower floor. We hid behind the staircase and waited.

The sound of gunfire soon filled the whole complex. I noticed a screen door on the bottom floor with us going to the outside that we hadn’t noticed before. People rushed toward the screen door from the hotel; they had on brown and red uniforms. Rob and I ran to the door leading into the kitchen to hide but it was locked. There were about two feet of wall sticking out, so we pressed close against the door, trapped, and hoped they wouldn’t see us and didn’t look to hard.

Screams came from the upper floor— the workroom— and we could see men rushing along the upper walkways. Their leader came in through the screen door on the bottom floor, smiling. She had a cat in one hand and a large white object in the other. She let the object go and it floated towards us. It attached itself to the opposite side of the wall we were hiding behind; it was a wasp’s nest. The sight of this filled me with horror and the words Fiendish Dastard went through my head. The lady stepped closer to admire the nest— close enough for us to distinguish her. It was Mrs. King (English teacher from High School). She noticed us. We stared at each other; she reached into her inner jacket pocket, scowling. She slowly pulled an object out. I smiled faintly…

This is where I woke up.

The Resort - part I

Dream Info: February 1998
Realism Intensity: 4
Content: PG

I was in Rob's basement with Josh. We had on the old blue uniforms of the French army, the one with the white X across the chest. To the sound of feet stomping down the stairs we picked up our muskets. The British redcoats flooded the basement; but they were met by a horde of French that had been hiding in the back hallway. The battle raged in the family room and was over quite swiftly. The British had crushed the French and Josh and I were all that were left standing. We looked at each other and rushed for Rob’s bedroom. The British muskets were roaring behind us. Balls ripped into the wall ahead as we ran. We slammed the door when we got to Rob’s room and jumped behind his bed waiting for the shots to blast through the wall. They never came. As we sat looking at each other wondering why they didn’t shoot we heard the door start to open slowly. It was then that we realized that they didn’t know their muskets could shoot through the walls like paper. Josh jumped up and threw himself against the door, pushing the British back. He tried to lock it but there was no lock (like real life). He had his eyes closed, obviously waiting to be shot in the back, while I tried to open the window. (In this dream, his window was on the west side instead of the south. It was also one of those half window slits that don’t have window wells.) I got it open and crawled out, barely fitting; Josh followed.

We ran into the hollow and met up with a group of French survivors from a previous engagement. We headed down to Happy Hollow and then back to the hotel we were staying in.

The hotel looked like a Cruise ship. The “ship” was at one side of this expensive resort we were staying at (We being a large group of people from Davis High School). It had a large lake behind it. I walked in and all around me were the Redcoats, and a few scattered French that had lived through the days battles (All people from Davis). Nuts. They were all eating which meant I had missed dinner. Tired and discouraged from our loss, I decided to go up to the main dining room to be alone.

The dining room was on the top deck and had full length glass windows all along the sides. The tables were lined up at the sides facing the windows. The back of the hotel was in the lake and the sun was setting slowly over it now. I turned and saw Kathrine, head on table, watching me. Her eyes were pure black. I felt disturbed by this so I went into my room to sleep.

To be continued...

Warping

Dream Info: January 2011
Realism Intensity: 7
Content: PG

There were certain locations on the earth where a high quantity of a particular metal concentrated energy and bent space-time. Travelers from long ago marked these spots with a symbol of a circle with a line coming out the bottom with two dashes on either side. Only a few people knew of their significance.

I was one of them. Not long ago a friend had discovered that a Garmin GPS could control where one warped. The traveler would set a waypoint on the GPS to one of the known warp gates and select “navigate.” The elevation marked on the GPS was the date you wished to travel to. When the warp occurred the traveler would be taken to that gate and that time.

This was an incredible innovation. Previously, traveling was incredibly dangerous. A traveler had no way to control the warp and would rarely be seen again. There was no way to travel back to his correct gate and time.

Now, we could explore in safety.

I stood on a mountain, just below the summit and waited. I held the GPS tightly in my hand. I waited. The warp gates triggered randomly. There was no way to know how frequently or when one would fire. They generally responded to a person’s presence. One would stand on the spot and in seconds or minutes the energy would build and then discharge causing the warp.

I had been on this gate for five minutes. That was a long time.

My hair suddenly stood on end and the air felt thick. I braced myself. There was a flash that blinded me and the roar of air rushing by. When my eyes cleared I was standing in a field. The sun was warm and the sky blue. Green wheat swayed around me gently.

It had worked.

I ran two miles to a farm house. There, just behind the barn, was a mound of rock. I selected my next way point and stood on the symbol. With seconds I flashed to fifty years later into the heart of Chicago.

I caught my breath and looked at the crowds surrounding me. I had appeared in the middle of a mall. Apparently it was just before Christmas. No one was looking at me. No one had noticed my appearance.

Over and over I warped. I explored location after location. There were so many scenes and adventures and sadly I cannot recall them now upon writing. I know I stayed around the present for safety reasons.

I do recall:

Travelling to the future. I was in a huge building. There were many people around. I located the nearest warp gate and made for it. Security officers in the building turner me around. Oddly, there was another gate listed on my GPS in the same building. They were never that close. I made for it only to be stopped before reaching the hall it was in. A lady appeared and talked with me. I quickly realized she knew what I was looking for.

She followed me everywhere. She hung on my arm and acted as if she were attracted to me. I gathered from our conversations that she had no way of controlling the warp gates and knew I did. I had come through one and headed directly to the two nearest gates. I had never considered being watched or tracked and felt foolish at how obvious I had been. It was clear I had a detailed map, which in and of itself was rare. If I had control as well…well, that would be quite powerful.

After many days I managed to get away from the woman. I sneaked into the building. As I approached the warp gate, a location in the middle of a room, a Tyrannosaurus Rex crashed into the room. It roared and chased me. I managed to get it downstairs, and ran back to the warp gate. I stood on it clutching my GPS and waited. Nothing happened. The T-Rex rushed into the room. My heart stopped and my mind raced. I didn’t dare to move. I could miss the warp and would have to wait for days, possibly, for it to recharge. And I would die from the T-Rex. I squatted and prayed for the darn warp as the T-Rex lunged for me. Suddenly it shimmered into the form of a man: a security guard. He grabbed me and I threw him off. In the doorway stood the woman. She barked a command to the guard and they both rushed me. I picked up my GPS and saw that the way point had been unselected.

I was blinded by the flash.

I had traveled to a distant location. The land was parched and burned. I entered a valley of hardened lava. It was wavy and smooth, not yet broken down by time and weather. The valley was as a maze and I wandered, confused, trying to find the warp gate. There were no satellites above to guide me. I cursed. I was completely lost.

Using the compass on the GPS, and doing some math, I was able to figure out my location. I triangulated where I was to the closest gate and started hiking. At best, it was only a rough estimate.

A day later I knew I was close. I also knew I was no longer alone. I had seen something large moving along my path. It was a dinosaur. And this time it wouldn’t become a man I could fight off when it caught me.

I ran in a pattern looking for the gate, crisscrossing the black stone. After several minutes the dinosaur appeared in a channel behind me and raced after me. There, on the side of the lava channel in front of me I saw the warp symbol. I said a silent prayer of gratitude and lunged for it. I clung to the slope over the spot, and turned. The dinosaur leapt for me. It was huge and impressive. It crashed into the stone, but I was no longer there.

And so much more I cannot remember…