(as per usual for give any grammatical errors - these dreams are barely edited from the hardly legible scribblings of my half-conscious 4-AM self)
Uh.. well, I came to on a small mystical island. I know 'mystical' is an odd way to describe something, but it was simply mystical. The rocks on mountains weren't carved, but their beveled surfaces might as well have been. The jungles didn't pulsate with magic, but the way the vines danced lazily was reminiscent of the old works of a wizard.
It was very desolate, though there were a few people living on it. I found myself with a group of tribesmen who were circumventing the locals in pursuit of a massive squid that had been terrorizing everyone... by the time we found it, I realized why the island was so empty. It had killed nearly everyone, and we found out why - it was MASSIVE. The size of a dozen trees! it ended up wrapping itself around some forestry that hung over the edge of the island, clinging to a group of massive oaks - such an abomination to see a three story squid, dripping with ooze and custard-covered eyeballs hanging over a cliff by some innocent trees - and we managed to kill it. Somehow.
So we went to go pray for our 'sacrfice' at this old sacred site where there were lots of hieroglyphs and old pottery and sacred items... (I soon found these 'artifacts' were old beer and wine bottles - sacred nonetheless.)
Soon to interrupt our prayers was a really dumb redheaded girl who was there rummaging through all the sacred items. We told her to stop, but she was like "NO, LOL, WHAT IF I JUST DO THIS?" and she moved some lever that sent her flying like 200 feet into this crowd of people who were giving a musical sermon.
We went to go apologize for the stranger crashing into their sermon and found more people than we'd ever seen on the island. In fact the whole island seemed to have changed - there were more houses, more people, everything was jovial and bright, everyone drank and passed joints. An vision of what an idyllic Jamaica would look like if you popped a dozen hits of acid and fucked a pink fluffy fairy before riding a rainbow waterslide to the island.
It was great! We wandered and danced and smoked with all the strangers until some strange looking folk (cops, I knew upon waking but had no idea at the time) rode up in odd shaped cars with blue & white markings, blue and red bulbs mounted atop, and herded everyone to the edge of the island.
**TIME LAPSE (I feel like this dream is a snap from a movie I'm going to make) **
Me and the closest people I could call friends had been herded in to some sort of cockpit perched atop a vehicle and we, along with everyone on the island, were all being driven to a massive boat which was to take all the strongest to a new world and to kill all the rest.
We were right worried, because me and my friends were all musicians who spent our time playing music instead of working out. There was a box in the cockpit that was interlaced with radiation protection; I was told that I could hide in that and it would protect me from the x-ray the cops used to search all the vehicles for stragglers and people hiding... but U was also told that they searched certain Class 10 vehicles (our type, apparently) regardless and that if I was caught hiding my fate would be way worse than death.
I decided to just accompany my friends... as we watched all the others get out of their cars, hauling barbells and shoving each other in bouts of masculinity, we realized we were truly fucked.
We approached our Deathboat. Strapped to the wall was a massive nuke... this was what they were going to detonate once they'd decided everyone fit to be in the new world had been selected... hm. Out of the cockpit... well, I followed my 'friends' up the stairs to the main deck to await our fates.
I assume I died because I woke up then.
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