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.