octoberrose24

[octoberrose24]

THE ROADTRIP TO LIMBO

I was on a road trip with multiple people. I think some were friends and others were old coworkers. I didnt recognize the faces but I was familiar with them in my dreams. It was night time on a busy and congested highway.

We were in multiple cars driving down the highway going to a new destination. I was driving the first car in a line of about 6 cars... but I was following a big blue Mac truck that was leading us to our destination. The truck was driving really fast and i was trying my best to keep up. We were all communicating over a CB truck radio. Suddenly the blue truck veered off an exit and I didnt have enough time to follow because of the traffic. All of the cars behind me followed me.

We were driving for some time when I started telling my front seat passenger to get a GPS going because I didnt know where I was. They kept insisting we were fine and to just keep going. Before I knew it all the road signs became a different language. It looked similar to Russian letters and words. I decided to get off the highway and figure out directions before we became even more lost.

I took the first exit on the left. Big mistake. The exit immediately plummeted into a railway. My car bounced off the train and rolled many times into the forest. All of the cars of people following me did the exact same. Some even got hit by the train. After a while i emerged from the car and walked up to the others who were just as confused as I was and were standing by the empty railroad tracks. Some time had passed and we all just stood around not knowing what to do next. I noticed the exit sign on the road had changed to "nowherewhatsoever"

Suddenly a man with medium long hair and a semi-familiar face appeared out of the dark and walked past us. As if he couldn't see us. He walked over to the sign and laid flowers by poles. One of the girls in group realized it was actually one of the people who were in the crash with us (Danny) but only 40 years in the future.The younger version was still standing next to us.

I mentioned to the group that I dont think we survived the crash but we still had time to save us because Danny was still with us. We were stuck in limbo. We each had to find our earthly bodies and reattach. Time was running out. We did the math and time was flying by on earth. Luckily all of us but one managed to get back into our bodies just in time as emergency crews were about to pronounce us dead.

[octoberrose24]

The House.

I have been having a reoccurring place pop up in my dreams every so often.

I dream of a stone house with wood framing.

There is a very specific way to get to the house. First I walk down a natural dirt road. The road follows a river (river on the left) and it's beautiful Forrest scenery. Very green and lush. Peaceful with all the nature sounds and sun rays peeking thru the trees. On the other side of the path opposite the river (right side) is a rock wall. on the other side of the river ( far left) is a steep incline. It's basically like a gorge or canyon in a classic deciduous Forrest.

 

As I follow the path I eventually come to a sewage pipe that tightens near the end of it. I have no choice but to crawl. There is no way around it. It's where to rock wall on my right merges with the water. It's dark and damp.

When I emerge I still find myself on the dirt trail but the road curves ahead. The rock wall remains on the right side after I exit the tunnel and creates a fence barrier to the yard of the house meeting the road at a 90⁰ angle. If you curve with the road slightly there is a transparent wall of trees and brush, a simple log fence, a small embankment and also a small clearing that a path leads to the house property in an open grass feild . If you would continue to go straight after the bend in the road you come to a fork. In the middle of the fork is a huge mountain. The path on the left of the mountain wraps around  and follows the river. To the right of the fork is a bridge that follows the property line and eventually disappears around the mountain.

I have only tried once to leave taking the path to the right (over the bridge) and got lost trying to find my way home again. It lead me far into and up the mountains where i was attacked my bears (also a reoccurance in dreams). So I only use the sewage pipe entrance to come and go.

Back to the house. The house looks out of the 16th century and not very well kept. Once you enter the clearing its bright and sunny (rare for my dreams usually dream in muted twilight colors)  to the left is a man with an old wooden cart. He wears a long white sleeve shirt, sweat stained, and rolled up to his elbows. Brown suspenders and pants. He also wears a farmers hat. I haven't seen his face because his back is usually turned. He does not bother me or interact with me in anyway. The rest of the property is just open grassy feild. The house is two story. Made of gray stones and not very well kept. It's kind of falling apart. The framing of the doors and windows are oakwood with black iron fixtures. There are two windows on either side of the door and the same number to match on the top floor. I cannot see in the windows.

When I enter the house, I enter like I've been there before. As soon as you walk in it is crowed to the brim with stuff. It looks like an antique warehouse and a witches apothecary but someone clearly lives there. Old wood floors with cracks in them where dust and dirt is collecting. To the right is a wood stove surrounded by pots and pans. A red rug laid on the floor and somebody's boots drying by the fire. Hanging on the back wall are tools like axes and gardening tool. Anything a homesteader could ask for. Immediately in front of me are lots of herbs drying, books and cobwebs ,a table filled with freshly farmed food with the dirt still on it. To the left is a rickety staircase that leads to the second floor and an archway under the stairs that leads to a back room. The back room has a little more space to move with an old standing mirror, rocking chair, wooden wardrobe and dresser, and a single bed with white linen and a red plaid blanket folded neatly on the end. When you go upstairs the steps creek and are very steep and uneven. At the top all the rooms are open and filled with items on display. Very much like an antique warehouse. Everything is meant to be sold and has different vendors. It's a maze and everything seemingly connects. My favorite room to visit is the one that sells items like cleansing sage and crystals that's hidden near the back.

The inside of the house is extremely claustrophobic, dusty and dark. No sunlight enters the home and it's almost like the windows disappeared once you enter. There is just stuff everywhere. Sometimes it has other strangers browsing thru the items, sometimes it doesn't.

I have dreamt of this house on 4 occasions. The most recent one I almost came up with a name for it. I was trying to take someone new there and was trying so hard to remember the name, it was on the tip of my tongue. Alas all I got was it has 3 words or syllables in its title.

I also learned my best friend went with me one time to visit because in this dream he was helping me think of the name. ( He doesn't remember his dreams but I wonder if he has dreamt of it too. ) I didn't actually go to the house in my most recent dream but I was remembering how to get there and what it looked like on the inside to plan my next trip.

[octoberrose24]

Living Dead 3 in 1

It begins at a friends house who I haven't talked to since elementary school. I was outside but I had direct eyeshot into the house thru their open front door. Her mother was shouting to call 911 because her husband was slumped over actively dying. I was on the phone with the operator and I had absolutely no idea what the address was or was street I was on. I ran to the corner of the yard to see the street sign. The Address was 124 Duke St. Just then His body started convulsing in rigid movements. As I stood there watching this man die I had a sour feeling in my stomach. The ambulance arrived shortly after the man collapsed into the front lawn where I was standing.

His skin was already decaying as if he was dead for days. His eyes were blood shot and he was trying to speak. Next thing I knew my own father was going through the same situation. The men were able to still communicate by mumbling a few words. The sentences they put together were almost like a war in their minds of succumbing to their illness or fighting to stay alive. They were literally the living dead.

Wake up #1.

It starts with me walking up a hill on the other end of Duke St. by the community pool. There are brown leaves on the ground and I see a squirrel thrashing about in the pile. The closer I got to the squirrel I could see the same red bloodshot eyes.  Just then 2 men approached me. For some reason it was the two actors from the show Cousin Skeeter. And I told them I legit just found the start of this apocalypse, a disease carried by a squirrel. They took me to some sort of facility that housed many people who were now suffering from the same virus.

Unfortunately as we arrived the two actors lost the battle of the virus themselves. In this containment center there were many of the "living dead" and some cases that were more living then dead. Then there was one little girl who was sick and then snapped back to her normal self quickly. She had to be protected at all costs. She was the answer on how to stop the virus.

Wake up #2

I jump back in the dream with an action packed game of keep away. The antidote was reduced to a singular teal blue egg. The egg was the only one of it's kind and I had to take it to the creature that created it, in order to hatch it and save the human race. I had lots of people and other worldly beings teaming up with me to get the egg to safety. This part reminded me alot of the scene in the movie "Now You See Me" with the card going in and out of sleeves. Only we used the egg and went from room to room and building to building. The egg was in constant motion. I'm not sure who we were keeping the egg from but someone was after it.

Finally I was at the last leg of my journey, running as fast as I could through an open field of tall grass. I was greeted by the rulers of this other world. One female and one male. They had crowns on and human like features but their bottom half resembled the creatures from Atlantis from an episode of Spongebob. I handed the egg over to the female. She thanked me and simply left.  I decided to return to the facility and I could feel people slowly returning to normal lives.

[octoberrose24]

Title: Hi

Sinuses dry.

Mouth of cotton.

Eyes of scarlet.

[octoberrose24]

The Backwoods are Dangerous on the 4th.

It was a warm summer night at a fourth of july party. The air was thick with humidity in the backwoods of a small town. The house we were at was filled with people but me and my bestfriend sat on a table outside away from the others. We couldnt leave because we didnt have a car. We sat contemplating how we were going to escape the lame party and at least go into town to get some snacks. I checked all rental car sites and because of the holiday, no cars were available or cost $2000 for a 1 day rental.  We asked one of the girls at the party to borrow her car just to go into town. She said " I trust you. But I dont trust the others."  So my bestie and I decided we could just walk to the little strip of store  located on the main road. Granted it was pitch black on the off road and dangerous with no sidewalks and no shoulder. The owner of the house caught wind we were planning to go, and told us he forbid us from walking there because it was way to dangerous on that strip on the holiday. In the mean time he was dragging an old refrigerator down to the end of the drive way because he had someone coming to look at it and hopefully buy it.

My bestie and I sat on the bench a little while longer before we decided that since we were over the age of 18 , no one could tell us we werent allowed to go. We were from Chicago, nothing could be worse than the redline at night. So we took off on foot. After a brief walk threw a dark scary wooded area we came to a strip of 3 stores and a few houses. 1 store looked like a closed or abandoned hardware store that was wedged in between a Rita's Italian Ice and a gas station.

We decided to go to the Italian ice place first since there was a bit of a line. My bestie got his and was waiting for me. I could not, for the life of me, make a decision. They only had Vanilla, chocolate and cookie dough. I usually got cotton candy or mango. So I didnt know what to do. My bestie got tired of waiting so he went over to the gas station to get some snacks and I told him I would meet him over there. I still was contemplating and the worker was getting highly frustrated with me but was also kind of joking about it in a sarcastic way. So I asked for a vanilla...and before I said gelato she was interrupted by a inpatient customer. So the worker tried to argue that I never said gelato. And I told her I didnt, but I wasnt allowed to finish, so she could just put some extra custard on top and call it good. Then i saw one of the other workers putting rainbow sprinkles on a cone. So I asked for sprinkles. The worker rolled her eyes but put them on anyway. After this 20 min ordeal, I finally paid and left.

I was looking around for my best friend and I didnt see him anywhere so I just assumed he went back to the house. As I looked around I noticed all the people that were walking in the street looked bugged out on drugs or had knives and guns. They were fighting and yelling and harassing everyone around them. Drunks staggering on the street. Fireworks going off. Cars and bikes and motorcycles honking and speeding past. I turned around and saw my best friend getting off a bench he was waiting on and walked towards me. I was glad to see his face to walk home with. He looked at me and said "I've never felt so unsafe in my life. Let's go."  So we somehow got bikes and peddled home fast as we could with icecream in hand. On the dark back road we had to dodge a car but pulled up to the house where the party was. We noticed immediately something was wrong when there was a blood puddle and a dismembered hand laying by the refrigerator that was still at the end of the drive way. My bestie and I walked into a massacre. Going to get icecream saved our lives. Unfortunately the killer(s) were still there and already spotted us.

A group of 3 people approached us, circled us and forced us up the driveway. My bestie and I gave each other a look of "if we gonna go down, we are going down fighting." There were two inbred looking women and the leader guy. The one lady was all but bald with patches of brunette hair left. She was wearing a pink sweater in july. The other was cracked out blonde who just stood to the side and watched. The man had sandy blonde hair, looked like a grown out buzz cut. He was wearing a stained wife beater and saggy shorts with green plaid boxers showing.

Once we got inside. The man pulled a knife out. I somehow became an expert self defense artist and after some struggle knocked the knife out his hands. The fight went on for a while. Kicking. Punching. Slamming heads into glass tables kind of fight. I had no idea where my bestie had gotten to but it was just me and this guy. One on one. I finally got the upper hand when I found a bottle of butane and doused his face in it. I found a torch and lit him on fire. He didnt die but he was in pain and could no longer see. I went out to the woman with hair patches and busted both her shoulders out of their sockets by pulling back on her arms. The blonde was passed out on the floor from a swift punch to the face by my bestie. We called the cops and an ambulance. My bestie and I didnt kill anyone so we proved ourselves better than them but also didnt take no shit either. Victory.

[octoberrose24]

Broken But I Made It.

Its nighttime and it's a zombie apocalypse. However zombies aren't the worst of it. It's the pure chaos of the living that I had to worry about. I was running from one building to the next trying to find a safe place to ride out the worst of it. I had a crew of maybe 3 or 4 people with me. One of them being my best friend, which was the only person I truly cared about in the group. Everyone was looking at me for answers on what to do next. Every spot we went ended up getting blown up or infested. Unfortunately we had to kill many humans and zombies alike just to survive. My goal was to get the hell out of town. We lost 1 of our own in the process.

There came a point where we ran out of buildings to hide in and there was nothing but man made hills, almost like a golf course. And just before the tree line to the woods was a swampy marsh area. I decided to start wading through the water to reach the tree line quicker. I decided to turn around when I ran in to multiple crocodiles and instructed the others to not follow me. It was still dark and we could hear the guns gaining in the distance. We decided that the safest way around was to cross the creek about a half mile down stream. We crossed the small creek with no problems and we were safe in the tree line from the living. But not safe from the zombies. We had to keep going. At just about dawn we reached a river. I was going to try to cross the river but I was advised by the random person in our group that the current was far to strong. We were at a stand still. There was just barely a rock visible under the moving water I thought we might be able to use. I knew it would be slippery and due to the current i would have to go up river to drift down onto it. The same guy who told me the current was too strong decided to go look around for another way. Just to our left an older couple had emerged from the woods. They almost looked like tourist. The lead us to a bridge that crossed a massive open water bay. The bridge began at the tree line which ended at the cliff that was roughly a mile from the bay below. The sunlight drastically changed from the twilight in the woods to a perfectly warm summer day in a tropical beach. The water was bright cerulean blue with boat traffic next to a white sand beach and metropolitan area. The only problem was the bridge was nothing more then rotting rope and broken wood planks. The sag in the bridge was accompanied by 3 broken steps where it began to level out. All which were barely hanging on to the right side. The older couple took off running over the bridge with no problem, like they have done this 100 times before. When it came to my turn I knew it wasnt going to be so smooth. Even in dreams I dont trust my own feet and balance. I was still contemplating going back to try to cross the river. The sag in the bridge turned the first 6 feet into a slide. I quickly lost control and the bridge began to twist. I held onto the rope as long as I could. I heard my best friend yelling in the background to hold on and he was coming to help. The rope twisted as I over corrected myself and I knew this was it. After all the fight to survive, the fall from the bridge to freedom was going to kill me.

My arms gave out. And I felt myself bracing for impact into beautiful water below, feet first. My thoughts while falling were "how appropriate to die via water for my pisces self." Suddenly I felt warmth and I figured that was what death was like. Just the feeling of floating in warmth being blinded by an indistinct light. Then suddenly the shock wore off and I felt extreme pain. The pain was what let me know I survived the fall. I couldnt move. Luckily i surfaced while floating on my back. I couldnt move. While lying there I was looking up at the bridge and my best friend was yelling down. "I knew you would survive! Coast guard is coming!" I yelled to him "my back. It's in so much pain. Its broken, but I made it.

[octoberrose24]

A nightmare metaphor.

It was around 2 or 3am as I parked my car along the dimly lit street. The orange glow from the street light makes my car shimmer in the night. Across from me was a giant factory with only 1 window. All lights were off inside and just a small porch light lit the front door. I wasnt sure why but at this exact moment I had to go inside to grab an item I had forgotten. I must have really needed to draw something because I went inside this factory to get an old pillow/art desk made during the late 90's early 2000's. Where one side is a pillow for your legs and the other side has a flat surface for writing or drawling on.

I hid my keys on the tire of my car and I took an old flashlight to help me see in the pitch black. I navigated my way thru the factory with ease, even though all I could see was what my flash light illuminated. Everything else was a complete abyss of blackness. A few minutes pass as I make my way thru the labyrinth of hallways, stairs and doors. With each staircase down it felt like I was entering the depths of the earth. The hallways seemed to get more narrow, when finally I found the door that lead me to the room where I left my item. I grabbed it and quickly headed back out.

Once again traveling the dark hallways of the factory. Suddenly I turn the corner and just as my flashlight flickers out I see a creature standing directly in front of my path. It was large enough to block my exit. With the split second of light that I shown on the creature I was able to make out a human like body. Distorted In the crab walking position. However it had extremely pointy enlarged knees and elbows. The head was rotated to face me. As a normal face of an animal would be. The human creature had long dark hair hanging by its face.

That was the last thing I saw before total blackness. I felt myself drop into a fetal position and put the pillow tray on top of my back for protection. I then felt the creature crawl toward me and sit on top of my tray. The creature was heavy enough to begin to suffocate me. I out stretched my arms. And inch by inch I pulled myself out of the factory. As soon as I reached the door and opened to the fluorescent shine of the porch light, the creature released and I was able to get up and run to my car.

[octoberrose24]

Time Collapse

Lets begin with my best friend walking up the bleachers in some sort of arena. Im not sure what event was happening (modern day concert maybe?) but i was a few rows up in the nose bleed section. As my friend got closer i noticed he had a huge gash on the side of his head that wasnt super bloody but long and wide. Parallel to where the brim of his baseball hat was sitting. Big enough for me to go "um, you need stitches dude. Lets go to the ER." He didnt know how it happened but when he went to lift his hat he winced in pain and revealed another cut on the opposite side of his head same length, width and spot. He blamed the hat for being too tight.

We walked outside the arena onto the city streets. It looks like an early 1900's new england city block with cobblestone lined streets and a big factory/ apartments on one side and a few shops on the other. Everything was dingy and coal smoke stained. The sky was gray with rain clouds. It was almost dark judging by the single street oil lamp that was flickering above a small cart on the sidewalk.

Facsinated by the vintange items that lined the streets in a "flee market" fashion, we started poking around. One inparticular item caught my eye. It was a little whistle encaged in a wire jail cell. The whole apararus could fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. I fiddled with it for a bit when i noticed a live caged bird sitting quietly, directly infront of me. It reminded me of a cartoon hen or rooster. The head and body was brown while it had a ring of red feathers around its neck like a collar, that rested perfectly on its creme color breast feathers. Then feathers on the tips of its wings to match. Its chest was all puffed out like when a human tries to suck in their stomach.

I began to notice ash was falling from the sky. Very "Silent Hill" like. Buildings began crumbling around us. A family near by noticed their son was growing and aging into a balding old man. Somehow in that short time i witnessed the boys parents die and him inheret the fortune. Including the factory that was on the block. Time was collasping in on itself and quickly. The old Model T-Fords were rusting and being taken back by nature. Weeds began growing thru the cracks of the cobble stone.

Although amoungst the chaos the flee market remained the same. I raised the whistle to my mouth and blew on it the best i could given the metal cage surrounding it. The bird perked up even more and began mocking the tone. It took a few tries but eventually we matched tones perfectly. My best guess is it was an 'A' note in second octave. We sustained the note for a few seconds and the disneragrating world around us stopped and quickly reverseved right before our eyes.

The boy was a boy again, the father and mother walked by his side and everything seemed fine. This is where i messed up.

I set the whistle down on the table beside the bird and walked away. Just then the mother was walking directly towards me and i did not want to be talked to so i walked swiftly down the street parallel to the factory. I turned back to the flee market and witnessed a yellow labordor retriever snatch the whiltse off the table and begin chewing on it until it was smashed into a million pieces. Just as the last piece was swallowed, the world shuddered and began re-aging and faster this time.

I looked up at the factory which happened to be a car factory. It aged and the walls crumbled off leaving the scafolding exposed. And inside were neat rows of brand new cars. Cars from present day. Fiats maybe. I knew if i didnt do something the world was going to end. Im not sure how i mananged but i found the proper tone in my own whistle made with my mouth and was able to freeze one specific spot at a time and revert it back to the proper age. However the rest of the world continued to crumble around it. At least this way i could buy some time.

[octoberrose24]

A childhood Memoir

A poem that came to me on the bus traveling to nyc on a rainy day.

Title: A Childhood Memoir.

I am of the rainy days summoning wriggling earthworms from the depths of the earth to meet their fate of my red rubber rain boot.

I am of pruned fingers from swimming in a plastic pool who's water is turning green in the hot summer sun.

I am from playing with my pretty ponies in the bathtub until their skin and insides turn slimy with mildew.

I am from the ghost who haunted the walls and sculpted my imagination into a foundation of paranormal.

I am from the poisionous concoctions created from the berries of an unknown specices smashed with a stick and served on my playschool kitchenette.

I am from the buckets of ordinary rocks that most people would have left lay in the parkinglot, that when cracked open reveal quartz crystals hiding inside.

I am from the collection of bugs that i stabbed with a needle to display their decaying bodies on their shallow styrofoam grave.

I am from seeing the beauty in everything and picking apart roadkill to collect the skulls of the dead to appreciate them always.

I am from sitting in the backyard gazing up at an orange sky and listening to the sound of each snowflake hitting the ground while being engulfed in the silence of the world around me as the smell of a wood fire tempts my nose promising me warmth.

I am from the curiosity for the adventure before the knowing caused the anxiety.

[octoberrose24]

Hypochondriac problems

Feeling crazy Death is at my door My lungs burn Eyes are blurry Heart skips a beat Coughing never stops. Chest pain Can’t breathe. Mental breakdown. Nothing’s wrong.

Headaches mean aneurysm Possibly a stroke. Cramp in my leg is a clot Spasm in arm is a heart attack Constipated by Crohn’s Maybe its acid reflux? Could be cancer. Nothing’s wrong.

X-rays Blood tests EKGs Inhaler Nasal spray Steroids Pain meds No insurance Thousands of dollars Nothing works but Nothing is wrong.

Nothing is wrong.

Nothing is wrong.

[octoberrose24]

The dog

It was a beautiful fall night and the leaves were freshly raked into giant piles along the side of the city streets. I parked my car after a long day of work and the inner child in me couldn't help but cannon ball into the closest leaf pile. I seems i have forgotten how much fun it was to be a child again.

I dust myself off and walk toward my apartment about a block and a half away. On the way i have to pass an alley that is directly beside a cemetary. In the center of the alley was the biggest leaf pile ive ever seen. I stopped and contemplated jumping since my hands were full with my gym bag and purse.

"I should really just keep walking" i thought to myself outloud. "Eh whats one more jump?" I said as i placed my bags down along the cemetary gate. I ran full force down hill and slid/jumped into the huge pile. I laid still for a moment head turned toward the cemetary and left out a sigh of relief in the peaceful moment. Just then behind me i heard a growl. I turned to see an angry white curly hairs dog. It looks something like a matted labordoodle.

I quickly gather my items and got ready to run. I had to pass the dog to get back on the right street to home. If i went the other way it would take me almost double the time. I love dogs so i didnt think much of it, even said hello to the creature.

Just as i approached it it took off trotting infront of me. Walking basically beside me on my left in the street but still a few steps ahead. It would occasionally check back to make sure i was still behind it. It was late so we crossed the street with no problem. It was ducking and weaving around the parked cars. Just before my stoop it was ahead on the sidewalk. I ran up the stairs and tried to get in the first unlocked door as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, that door is missing a door knob so it doesnt close tight and can be easily pushed open. I had my foot up against it to hold it shut but i still would have to fumble with my keys and let go of the door to unlock the main door to the apartment building. Quickly wasnt fast enough. The dog got thru just as i was unlocking the main door and had it open a crack. The dog stuck its snout thru the crack and forced its way in. It climbed halfway up the stairs and stopped and turned to face me its snout basically at my face. I began speaking to the dog.

"Hi there, its ok. Your not a labordoodle at all your a border collie. Half black and half white split down the center." Trying to quell the beast and test the grounds of friendship. I raised my hand to let it sniff me. I saw the matted fur was missing patches like mange only on the white side. I went to pet its head. I saw the dog freeze and tense its mouth opened and slowly and delicately latched on to my arm while its dark eyes gazed directly into mine. Its teeth began to slowly close tighter. I knew i was in trouble. I yanked the dog by my arm and tossed him down the stairs and ran straight into my apartment and locked the door behind me. My arm was unharmed except for a few surface puncture marks.

I waited for scratching or pounding at the door but all was quiet. Nothing. Silence. I opened the door. There was no dog. I began to question my sanity. In fact i called a paranormal investigator to come scan the house.

They entered and immediately got some readings.

[octoberrose24]

The warehouse fantasy

It started with my best friend and i in an argument over some personal issues. To relieve our stress we decided to go grab some food at a mcdonalds about 5 minutes away from home by car. When we got there we went thru the drive thru. We ordered one item and the order person was giving us a hard time. When suddenly the drive thru screen had a very threatening message on it on a black screen with "global disaster" type lettering on it. Almost like an old late 80's computer type. We sped out of the drive thru and pulled in a near by parking lot. Just then we received a text message with the same message that was on the screen. My friend - already hangry and feeling like an adventure takes off down the road following the directions on the phone. A gps popped up with no address. All we did was follow the blue line which would eventually take us to our challenge. It was about 2am when we finally arrived at a big warehouse. The gps took us straight into the building. It was a tight squeeze the walls seemed to close in around the car when suddenly the blue line stopped. Our cell phone had a message pop up. "Dont let anyone see you. You have 1 hour. Get as far as you can." Then a timer began. My friend and i looked at each other and took off running. The flourecent lighting added a green tint to the tile factory walls. We ran thru a series of large metal doors. One after the other. Leading from one room to the next. Every room looked the same. Just ware house junk in piles. We finally came to a long hallway after we opened a different door. We slowed our pace and just then we heard someone coming from behind us. We took off running. There was an arch way to the left we took it. In this room there was a series of 6 elevators. 2 per wall except the wall we just came in on. The elevators were painted blue and large enough to hold a car. My friend and i ran to the door of the elevator to hide in small nook created be the wall extension hoping the man would pass by the hallway and never even see us. I held my ear to the elevator door. We had trouble. The elevator was maybe 2 floors up and coming down. I could here multiple voices onboard. My friend and i scattered. There were some tall pieces of equipment he hid behind. I went for the low approach and wedged my body inbetween some items on the ground. I was able to just barely see everything happen. My friend and i's wide eyes locked on each other in terror. The elevator arrived and about 10 people poured out of it. They began moving the items one at a time. My friend was found first. They grabbed him and drug him out of the room. I curled up in a small ball that almost looked like a yoga pose as they began removing things from my pile. In no time the saw my sneaker hanging out and pulled on it. Thats when the real adventure began.

When i awoke, i was greated by my friend. He was all smiles. I looked around. Everything was bright colored. Purples blues pinks greens and yellows. Although the area had the same structure as the warehouse it was basically set up as a bar. Everything felt like we were swimming in a thick liquid but could breath just fine. Life was great and everyone was in a euphoric state. It was almost as i would assume a strong acid trip would be. I just felt good. Better than good. The best i have ever felt in my entire life. There were other people just hanging out as well. We still had our cell phone which had the timer still going. We had about 30 minutes left. Just about 10 feet from our table we were sitting at was a large arch way that was almost a barricade to the other "realm". That flourecent lit warehouse almost looked like a picture hung on a wall because it didnt look like you could possibly walk thru and still be in the sane building.

My friend and i got up and began to mingle with others. We found that all of them were stuck in this world because they chose to stay longer than their alotted time. They got addicted the the feeling and they still have no regrets because they were incapable of feeling bad or angry. All they felt was love and joy and happiness. I particually remember chatting with a woman who looked like Marylin Monroe. Dressed in her typical white dress and short blonde bob. Although her apperence was more popart or cartoon. Yellow instead of blonde and her skin was pink with purple freckles and turquoise blue lips. Thats when it happened at about 15 minutes to go. I began to see my own fantasies play out like a movie that i was involved in. Everything i ever hoped or dreamed of. My skin began to turn purple and i was changing into the cartoon characters that surrounded me. They encouraged me to subccome to the feeling and live the life i always wanted. My friend was like the devil trying to pull me away. He was fighting the feeling, eager to get back to the normal realm and carry on life where he was before this adventure. Time was ticking.

My friend begged me, pulling me by my arm to get a move on so we wouldnt be trapped. By the time i came to my senses we had 1 minute left. We bolted. Reality felt like a ton of brick in a tractor trailor truck ran us over when we went thru the arch. The flourecent lighting felt so cold and heavy. Now the tricky part was remembering our way back out to the car. We had to try. Tired and out of breath we weaved thru doors and hallways. Pushing workers out of the way. We were climbing the stairs to the enterance when the timer went off. A big metal door slammed shut right as we saw the car and daylight outside.

[octoberrose24]

There comes a time in life when one must take a running leap and only hope those that surround you don't pluck your feathers out so that you stay grounded forever.

[octoberrose24]

LLAMA AND THE CHICKEN

Short explanation of a dream :

I was sledding with a friend on a hill in the backyard. There was hardly any snow but we were still having fun. It was kind of like after it snows late in the season and 3 days after its partially melted except for the spots where there were more snow.

I had just slid down the big hill right down next to the house and my friend was waiting for me at the top. When out of the nowhere a black Llama and a white chicken show up directly beside my friend.

Theu both were realistic with fur and feathers except for their eyes. Which were open wide with no eyelids, no blinking, and tiny little black beady pupils in the center of ginormous buldging cartoon eyes. The llama wore a red harness with ivy designs making him look like a christmas llama.

I ran inside i held it open as my friend ran down the hill away from the llama and chicken. The llama and chicken were faster so right before she reached the door i had to close it and lock it. For a moment i felt guilty but i had to save myself.

I hid under the window sill but not well. I could just barely see the llama and the chicken staring down at me from the window. They had their heads turned so that i could only see one giant eye glaring down at me. I got up and ran behind the chair instead and they simply moved to a different window to get a better view of me with the same menacing look.

At that point the llama took the chicken and killed it. Both with eyes wide open still staring at me. Even after the chickens head was cut off the eye still remained staring until it fell to the ground outside and i couldnt see it. I began to panic.

I ran into the living room and before i could get there the llama appeared at the door still just staring. I called the police and they showed up quickly. They didnt see anything. No llama no chicken. Not even hoof prints or a feather. They laughed and decided there was no threat so they left. As soon as they leave the driveway, the llama was back at the front door...just staring.

---I looked up up meaning for both llama amd chickens and here's my interpretation :

My inner courage/strength (llama) has been hiding. When i rid the negative people of my life (locking friend from the house) It killed my outer coward (chicken) although i may fear my inner courage it will always be there even when its hard to accept.

[octoberrose24]

The New Salon

Cant remember all of the dream but i remember it had me shook and woke me up!

I had a strange hunch to go stop in a new salon that had just opened up. Just to check it out. not really looking to switch jobs but i just wanted to see if it had potential.

The salon opened in what used to be a starbucks. It was on the end of a strip mall that had been in my hometown for longer than i have been alive. I've seen the shopping center be torn down and rebuilt, shops come and go, and new generations of Lancastrians flowing in and out of the parking lot. It was a busy area which when your job is based on tips, busy is a good thing. So I entered.

The salon itself was rather plain with little effort to decorate. White walls with white mouldings, white tile floor. The only "effort" in decoration was a red bicycle on the wall, which i wasn't even sure if it was a decoration or the owner just needed a place to park his bike while he worked. There were no salon stations. Just plain chairs in the middle of the room, the kind you might find in a meeting hall of a hotel.

I got my shears our of my bag and began to cut hair at one of the chairs without even being asked. My client was a little girl with brown hair with a few highlights. Her parents sat on waiting chairs that matched the salon chairs lined up against the wall by the door on the opposite wall you would think. The girl wanted the dreaded inverted bob. Which on a still adult is hard enough but trying to cut a moving target adds a new challenge to the precision cut. I wanted to make a good first impression to my potential employers so i took it head on. I never have ever actually had to yell at a child until now. At one point i had to go get the parents and tell them that she would not sit still and that this bob was as good as it was going to get so that neither her or i got injured. There were lines and it was a horrible cut. Once they left the owner came over to me and said i did a really good job with handling the clients and offered me the job. I asked to stay the day and then let him know.

I took my next client. Much simpler cut. Classic taper mens cut. Just as i thought to myself "i could get comfortable here. Everything happens for a reason. I'm so glad i walked by today" i heard a commotion out the side door which was close to where i was working. Some woman was outside giving the owner trouble and trying to come in the building. After minutes of arguing the woman stormed in through the door.

She was wearing navy blue sweat pants with white lettering on the leg that were too tight in the booty area for her plump figure. A gray hoodie with navy blue writing that was weighted down in the pocket area. Her sleeves were pushed up. And she wore a white baseball cap with navy writing over her pulled back messy ponytail. She was of medium-dark skin tone and her hair was thick and had been straightened but not well. She was wearing black sunglasses blocking her true identity. She was also carrying a few white plastic grocery bags with her.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at this woman. I was closest to her. I would guess about 10 feet away. She was talking loudly about an unknown subject. Before i knew it she whipped out some sort of rifle and began shooting. She shot the opposite way from where i was so i threw some chairs down to make a barricade from her. I layed on the ground since i had no where to run and thought to play dead. The woman brought the rifle straight to my head and pulled the trigger. Mis-fire. I opened my eyes and whacked the gun out of the womans hand in one quick motion as i got up to run. I ran into the bathroom. Unfortunately there were two open doors to the bathroom which had space like a stall at the bottom even though it was a singular restroom. I closed the one and locked it not realizing there was a second door. I got onto the toilet so she couldnt see my feet. I thought i was safe but then i saw the other door. I scrambled to lock it before she saw me but i got to the door just as she arrived. She saw me lock it. After that it was all open fire on the bathroom. Bullets were flying past me and ricrocheting off the walls and toilet. She saw her opportunity and swiftly crawled under the door and shot me.

The end!

[octoberrose24]

LAVA dream

I was at my old development that i grew up in (once again) and I was at my neighbor friends house however a different child hood friend lived there and their backyard looked more like it belonged in rural Colorado than a suburban Pennsylvania yard.

In the house was very large windows and a sliding door that lead out to a cherry wood patio. There was a small perfectly green grass yard before a huge gray rock mountain consumed the entire view. I could tell the sun had just began setting on the opposite side of the house (front side)

We were all standing in the kitchen when i noticed a slow moving flow of lava coming down from the mountain and spilling into the yard. Although slow it was fast enough that we had to leave the house immediately before we were consumed by lava.

Of course panic sets in at chaos ensues. People begin going crazy when the lava melts the back door and begins flowing into the kitchen.

Every man for himself.

I take off out the front door and hop in my car. The lava is coming from every which way. The road is parallel to the wall of lava although the rate of which the lava was flowing varied creating a "shore line" effect. The lava directly in front of me moved faster than that which was beside me essentially trapping me in with a narrow escape route that was a ticking time bomb. People were fleeing from houses and being melted in the lava. I lost the rest of the people i was with. I managed to see my best friend on the way and got him in the car with me.

I turned at the closes turn to go perpendicular away from the lava rather than parallel. We didnt get very far up the hill when the lava consumed my car tires and melted them on the spot. They spun until there was no rubber left. We both climbed out of the car and onto the hood. We jumped off the hood and ahead of the lava. The fact that we were on a hill slowed the lava down and we were able to run just fast enough to avoid the firey doom. We ran into the closes house that was abandoned with the door open and had 3 floors. You could tell the occupants left in a hurry. We ran upstairs as quickly as possible. It was only a loft but at least it got us off the ground floor.

The house was rather dingy and said failed attempt at cozy cabin in surburbia. Creme colored walls with Forrest green carpet and classic light wood accent. kitchen with tan tile and an island with the same light wood stools that matched the house details. Right next to the kitchen and diagonal from the front door is where the stairs lead up to a loft. Directly across (left of the door) was another set of stairs leading to a lower loft that was above a room. To. The right of the door was the living room with an open floor plan connecting the kitchen and living area. The large screen tv was on the wall that would be considered the front of the house. The floral couch directly infront with an oak coffee table to divide the space between.

My friend and i ran up onto the higher loft and waited. Waited to die or waited to live. We were sure which. Just then it dawned on me that i had forgotten my dog Molly! Luckily she followed me the whole time including getting in my car and up to the loft. After what felt like a half hour we noticed that no lava entered the house and that the lava had stopped moving outside the window. We slowly crept down and out the front door. People were outside walking on the now hardened rock and beginning clean up!

[octoberrose24]

3 Skunks

~They say you cant feel in your dreams, thus the whole saying of "pinch me i must be dreaming" but i swear on my life i can feel things, along with smelling things. Not always but the occasional sensations often wake me up. Last night was no exception. ~

-To spare the random detail of the dream that made no sense heres the shortened version:

I was at my old elementary school. I was at recess and it was just about over so i was heading back to the door to line up to go inside. Just then 3 skunks appeared with beautiful black and white patterns.Swirls and floral and damask patterns. I wasn't worried about them spraying me I just got concerned when they started following me. I went back into my 5th grade class room with skunks circling my feet. Most of my fellow students were already seated. I was on my way to my seat when the skunks started biting my feet. Lightly at first but harder and harder until it began to hurt. I could feel every tooth of the omnivores bite. (This is the sensation that woke me up and i immediately looked at my feet and shook them around to get the sensation out of my brain.)