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 Mine

Dream Info: June, 2009
Realism Intensity: 8
Content: R

Accompanied by two friends, one male and one female, I climbed through the collapsed entrance and into the wide tunnel of an abandoned mine. Everything was ordinary enough until several hundred feet in. There, hewn rock walls were replaced by dingy metal. The rock ground descended into wide stairs. The mine suddenly felt like an old underground installation of some kind. Rooms lined the stairs as we proceeded. They were all rather small. Some had doors, some curtains, some nothing. Occasional there were chairs but usually the rooms were empty.

I ducked into a room and stopped. My heart leapt to my throat. The room had a table, a couple of tipped boxes whose contents had spilled out, and several chairs. One of the chairs was occupied.

The person was facing the wall. I could only see his back. He was slouching. His dark hair was matted and unkempt. His headed rested at an awkward angle and both arms hung down. Their flesh was dusty and a sickly gray. The fingers were black and curled.

He was dead.

I must have made a noise for my two friends appeared at my sides. The girl screamed. The guy grunted.

It was as if I was frozen. I couldn’t move. It was incredibly eerie to come across a dead body. I had never seen one before. And here I was deep underground in the dark, in a small room, with a corpse. My mind wasn’t sure how to respond and my heart was pounding.

Somehow I approached the man. I moved the opposite direction his head was titled so as to avoid his face for as long as possible. I was not sure I wanted to see his expression. His chest distracted me from thoughts of his face. The man’s ribcage had been burned and was sunken in which allowed a perfect view of the insides of his lower abdomen. There was nothing identifiable: no organs, or bone structure. Just a yellowish orange liquid pooled down inside the black opening. The smell hit me. It was of orange juice, alcohol, and the bitter twang of throw-up.

I covered my mouth and nose, jerked erect, and discovered the man staring eyelessly at me. The face was gray and still bloated. Stains had dried where fluid had run from his now empty eye sockets. The hair on my neck stood up. I realized his body was too well preserved. Too much of his soft tissue was still on him: his bloated and streaked face, his hanging arms…he appeared to have died rather recently. This was an exceedingly uncomfortable realization.

Clarity came to my mind as I realized we were deep underground in the dark, in a small room, with a fresh corpse; a corpse that had died in a gruesome and undoubtedly unnatural way.

My skin was crawling and I was terrified. And I woke up.