Dream Info: 1997
Realism Intensity: 5 (out of 10)
Content: PG-13
A small group of my friends and I were hiking along the ridge of a small canyon with a creek trickling at the bottom (Like Gold Creek / Webb Canyon). The trees were tropical: palm Trees, large ferns, and such. There was the peak of a red tiled roof stabbing out above the trees some distance away.
My friends and I were moseying down the ridge when one of them noticed a parasailer gliding over head. The man had a large lime green parachute and was wearing a dark green jump suit and a yellow helmet. He careened over the canyon and plummeted into the foliage on the other side with a large crash. We stood there waiting to see any sign if he was OK, but he was completely hidden. Seconds later there was a quiet rumbling; a few of the trees started to shake. The rumbling grew louder. The trees ripped from the ground and fell over. Some flew into the air along with chunks of dirt and roots. An enormous head poked up. As the rubble and dust cleared, we could see a great green body under it. It was the yellow head of an eagle with the green body of a lion.
We stood in awe as the griffin spread its wings and screeched angrily. It lifted into the air with a leap.
My friends and I took off into the forest in the direction of the red roofed house. A large group of hikers had been in the canyon and had seen the griffin emerge. They too were running to that house. I stumbled through the forest to the dull roar of the griffin’s wings. A log caught my foot and I fell. In every direction around me people scurried through the woods. Without warning the constant roar stopped. In a heart beat the canopy above one of the stragglers erupted. Trees around him splintered and the ground shook with an awful force. In a flash the griffin was back in the air. One less hiker ran on to the safety of the house.
I jumped to my feet and ran with a renewed fear.
Many of the runners were dashing through a clearing as quickly as they could manage. Right when I made it to the middle the griffin plunged into the ground just to my left. The force of the impact knocked me off my feet. I looked over and saw the griffin pounce on a few more unlucky hikers, a body or two hung out of its snapping beak. Five people (a group of friends probably) lay mangled and dead where the griffin first landed. I jumped under some dead fallen logs, hoping to hide. The logs over me shuddered and cracked. Large talons probed all around under the logs to find me. Some one screamed, saving me. The griffin leapt away at once in pursuit. Taking a risk, I sprung out from under the logs and ran hard.
I rounded a hill and the forest ended. A giant mansion (Like a giant hotel) lay in front of me. I rushed inside; the people who had already made it were running around crying and hugging everyone else. The roar of the griffin could be heard outside.
- 2 -
I found my friends in a large theater room. It was at least four stories high, and three hundred feet in length. A crash sounded from one of the higher rooms. Someone had foolishly walked in front of a window. The griffin had rammed through the wall to get at them. It must have started an electrical fire for soon, flames appeared on the ceiling. The outer wall collapsed in on itself suddenly. By the time the dust cleared, the griffin had already killed six people. I grabbed my friends and pointed to a staircase we had not previously noticed that went to the basement. We rushed down and into darkness— safety.
The basement was huge but had no lights. In the dim light from cracks in the ceiling we could see the walls had only been framed. The middle had shelves through it like those in a grocery store. Other areas had boxes stacked high, but most of the basement was empty.
I could no longer hear anything from the room above, so I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. The griffin was running past the top of the stairs and my movement attracted its attention. There was a coat rack full of coats at the bottom of the stairs, and I jumped into them right as the griffin rushed back to the top of the stairs. It squeezed down the stairs but couldn’t fit through the door. Never once did it even acknowledge me hiding in the coats. It could not smell well.
I ran to one of the corners in the basement, far from the door we had come down, and stopped below a crack. I climbed on some boxes and pushed one of the floorboards up. It broke. Some people cowering in the room above saw me and came down into the basement with my help. Others to follow. After the last person, I jumped from the box and ran. I felt the now familiar thud. I turned to see the griffin pounce through three wall frames and snap someone in half. My crack in the ceiling was now a gaping hole.
I ran, and ran, and ran; the griffin was careening out of control behind me. Its huge outline could be seen attacking boxes and anything else that attracted its attention. I ducked behind an object, stopped to catch my breath, and tied my shoes. Someone hunched over next to me in the darkness. It was one of my friends. We patted each other on the back, afraid to talk, but we did let out a little laugh. A piercing screech came from behind us and a talon scraped around the object we were against, catching my friend in the chest. I panicked and ran. The griffin jumped through the ceiling. The clatter of broken boards falling to the ground echoed behind me.
In the sudden light from the griffin’s hole I found a semi with a giant parade float on the flatbed. Someone was already starting the rig so I jumped onto the float trailer as he took off. The truck flew through a garage door and we were bathed in sunlight.
Two others were on the float, which was a giant bed with posts at each corner with a thin canopy. It had many decorative pillows strewn about it and small flags were attached to the top of each post.
- 3 -
We were on a two-lane road in the middle of nowhere doing about eighty. Behind us rose the mountain and mansion. In front and all around were small rolling hills. No fences, no trees— just luscious green grass, the sun, and no sign of pursuit.
I was standing on the head board when the roaring sound or wings caught my attention. I looked behind me as a gigantic green dragon flew over the semi. Its yellow head pointed down, looking at us as it cruised over the float. I quickly hid under the pillows and urged the others to do the same, but they said that there was no reason. The dragon had passed us by. I snuggled deeper into my pillow nest with a growing sense of anticipation. The dragon suddenly flipped back at the rig. It smashed head-on into the bed, crushing it and killing the two boys on the float. The dragon roared back into flight, blood dripping from its mouth. It circled the semi. I lay under the pillows in pain from the impact.
For hours the dragon circled, occasionally diving against the truck, almost knocking it from the road. I stayed hidden under the pillows waiting to die. The dragon became more aggressive. I mustered my strength and dove off the float and into a ditch. The dragon kept its attack on the truck.
Later: my family was in our family room watching TV. I was on the couch, tired and sore. The News was reporting on an accident where a semi had somehow been tipped over in a river with the roof ripped off. The entire steering column and driver’s seat were missing. The driver had still not been found. A shadow passed in front of the side windows. I looked nervously at my sisters. Suddenly Lulu, our green and yellow parakeet, flew in through the spa room and landed in his cage.
Mom yelled, “Quick, he’s in! Shut the cage door. Make sure you never let him out again.” Looking at Janean and Kristin she added, “and you had better obey this time!”
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Blue Boys
Dream Info: Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Realism Intensity: 4 (out of 10)
Content: PG
I sat watching the sunrise over the towering desert mountains. My tent flaps slapped in the brisk wind. It was a beautiful morning.
As the others crawled out of their tents I reflected on our trip. This was the fifth day we had been on the planet. We had been dropped off near a large city to the east. There were tall, empty skyscrapers battered by years of neglect. One had a jagged hole in its middle looking as though something long ago had struck it.
Our scans had shown no sentient life. Whoever had built these cities had vanished long ago. The cities had sat silent for centuries.
Our small group of five had spent several days exploring the city. We took pictures, samples, and the frequent holographic video. We had then moved west into the dry wilderness gathering general flora and fauna until we circled back to the city for pick up.
I yawned and got up. We broke camp and hiked into a mountain valley. There were ruined wood buildings throughout the basin; these buildings were relatively new and mostly still standing. I led the group up the side of the basin to a series of extensive tunnels and rooms carved into the solid rock. There was no electricity; but bulbs were still intact in the sockets.
Exiting the tunnels I came face to face with a small child. I gasped. It wasn’t a child at all. It was small, like a five year old. Its head was a little too large, like a new infant’s, but its body was well developed; strong muscles, and definitely female. It jumped incredibly fast from me. Upon its face was the most curious look; not of fear, but of embarrassment.
With a bit of work, I convinced the girl we were friendly. By the afternoon she was walking among us. She was quite playful, very much like a small child. Yet a sense of cautious understanding, wisdom perhaps, never left her demeanor.
By nightfall she left. The next two days, as we headed back to the city, we never saw her.
On the eve or our departure we made camp at our pick up spot, on a hill near the heart of the city. As the sun set, our inquisitive friend appeared again. We cooked dinner and shared it with her. She loved it. A sudden bolt of realization hit me as she jabbered away. I had recognized a few words. No, that wasn’t possible. But, wait, yes, I recognized another. I looked up and told the group that she was speaking a mutated version of Latin. That made no sense. We were on a new planet, discovered a few years ago, and yet somehow the native dialect was Latin, a language dead hundreds of years on earth.
- 2 -
Excitedly I hugged the girl, and started speaking slowly in Italian. I was stunned at how quickly a sudden look of realization crossed her face. She too recognized a few of my words. We would be able to communicate given enough time. She excitedly hugged me back.
Several people grabbed note books. Two of us sat with the girl and spoke; he in Spanish, me in Italian. The rest took notes. We were filled with energy.
Shortly into our session, a low hum came to my attention. I looked up at the skyscrapers. There were lights on in the tallest tower. My jaw dropped. More lights moved around the jagged hole: dull red triangles moving towards the center. The sequence repeated over and over.
Our girlfriend jumped up and started jabbering anxiously. I distractedly listened as we rushed about setting up cameras, filming and taking pictures.
One word of Latin penetrated my excitement. My mind grasped it, thrust it into my consciousness. She had said: Danger. I turned but our girlfriend was already gone.
“Whoa, hold up guys. Where did she go?”
No one knew.
Someone pointed excitedly. I looked. There was a dark shape moving into the hole to dock. I could only see its outline. It was an air or space craft of some sort. A sinking sensation gripped my stomach.
“I think we need to hide,” I said.
“What, why?” came the response.
I turned to face my friends and explain as several small natives jump into the middle of our group. They shouted what was obviously a warning and aimed at us what could only be weapons. They were covered head to foot in a suit glowing dull blue. I could make out no facial features.
We all stood stunned for a second, then one of my group dove for his tent. A blue boy sprung nimbly to him and shocked him with the weapon. He convulsed and collapsed on the ground. They were all shouting at us and gesturing. I numbly knelt down and put my hands on my head.
- 3 -
They too were speaking Latin.
High in that tall skyscraper were a series of cells. We walked down a black metal hallway. One by one they separated us into the holding cells; their doors whooshed shut. They were clear, like glass. I was the last. Given a shove, I tripped into the cell. My door shut.
I looked around. There were large windows looking out over the city. I was thankful to at least have a view. There was a large TV blaring noise; a large recliner, a little refrigerator, and two beds.
I stood up and was greeted by a friendly wave from a native in the recliner watching TV. I cautiously backed over to my bed.
Over the next day we got a rough form of communication going. My cellmate had been imprisoned for several months. Oh, and there were these odd red sensors on the ground that I learned the hard way not to cross. He had his half of the room I had mine. I crossed over to talk to him one morning and was met by the prompt appearance of two blue boys who shouted and then shocked me. I awoke hours later in incredible pain.
Realism Intensity: 4 (out of 10)
Content: PG
I sat watching the sunrise over the towering desert mountains. My tent flaps slapped in the brisk wind. It was a beautiful morning.
As the others crawled out of their tents I reflected on our trip. This was the fifth day we had been on the planet. We had been dropped off near a large city to the east. There were tall, empty skyscrapers battered by years of neglect. One had a jagged hole in its middle looking as though something long ago had struck it.
Our scans had shown no sentient life. Whoever had built these cities had vanished long ago. The cities had sat silent for centuries.
Our small group of five had spent several days exploring the city. We took pictures, samples, and the frequent holographic video. We had then moved west into the dry wilderness gathering general flora and fauna until we circled back to the city for pick up.
I yawned and got up. We broke camp and hiked into a mountain valley. There were ruined wood buildings throughout the basin; these buildings were relatively new and mostly still standing. I led the group up the side of the basin to a series of extensive tunnels and rooms carved into the solid rock. There was no electricity; but bulbs were still intact in the sockets.
Exiting the tunnels I came face to face with a small child. I gasped. It wasn’t a child at all. It was small, like a five year old. Its head was a little too large, like a new infant’s, but its body was well developed; strong muscles, and definitely female. It jumped incredibly fast from me. Upon its face was the most curious look; not of fear, but of embarrassment.
With a bit of work, I convinced the girl we were friendly. By the afternoon she was walking among us. She was quite playful, very much like a small child. Yet a sense of cautious understanding, wisdom perhaps, never left her demeanor.
By nightfall she left. The next two days, as we headed back to the city, we never saw her.
On the eve or our departure we made camp at our pick up spot, on a hill near the heart of the city. As the sun set, our inquisitive friend appeared again. We cooked dinner and shared it with her. She loved it. A sudden bolt of realization hit me as she jabbered away. I had recognized a few words. No, that wasn’t possible. But, wait, yes, I recognized another. I looked up and told the group that she was speaking a mutated version of Latin. That made no sense. We were on a new planet, discovered a few years ago, and yet somehow the native dialect was Latin, a language dead hundreds of years on earth.
- 2 -
Excitedly I hugged the girl, and started speaking slowly in Italian. I was stunned at how quickly a sudden look of realization crossed her face. She too recognized a few of my words. We would be able to communicate given enough time. She excitedly hugged me back.
Several people grabbed note books. Two of us sat with the girl and spoke; he in Spanish, me in Italian. The rest took notes. We were filled with energy.
Shortly into our session, a low hum came to my attention. I looked up at the skyscrapers. There were lights on in the tallest tower. My jaw dropped. More lights moved around the jagged hole: dull red triangles moving towards the center. The sequence repeated over and over.
Our girlfriend jumped up and started jabbering anxiously. I distractedly listened as we rushed about setting up cameras, filming and taking pictures.
One word of Latin penetrated my excitement. My mind grasped it, thrust it into my consciousness. She had said: Danger. I turned but our girlfriend was already gone.
“Whoa, hold up guys. Where did she go?”
No one knew.
Someone pointed excitedly. I looked. There was a dark shape moving into the hole to dock. I could only see its outline. It was an air or space craft of some sort. A sinking sensation gripped my stomach.
“I think we need to hide,” I said.
“What, why?” came the response.
I turned to face my friends and explain as several small natives jump into the middle of our group. They shouted what was obviously a warning and aimed at us what could only be weapons. They were covered head to foot in a suit glowing dull blue. I could make out no facial features.
We all stood stunned for a second, then one of my group dove for his tent. A blue boy sprung nimbly to him and shocked him with the weapon. He convulsed and collapsed on the ground. They were all shouting at us and gesturing. I numbly knelt down and put my hands on my head.
- 3 -
They too were speaking Latin.
High in that tall skyscraper were a series of cells. We walked down a black metal hallway. One by one they separated us into the holding cells; their doors whooshed shut. They were clear, like glass. I was the last. Given a shove, I tripped into the cell. My door shut.
I looked around. There were large windows looking out over the city. I was thankful to at least have a view. There was a large TV blaring noise; a large recliner, a little refrigerator, and two beds.
I stood up and was greeted by a friendly wave from a native in the recliner watching TV. I cautiously backed over to my bed.
Over the next day we got a rough form of communication going. My cellmate had been imprisoned for several months. Oh, and there were these odd red sensors on the ground that I learned the hard way not to cross. He had his half of the room I had mine. I crossed over to talk to him one morning and was met by the prompt appearance of two blue boys who shouted and then shocked me. I awoke hours later in incredible pain.
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