No More I’s Capitalized… Just the You’s.

- 2:30 -

I could only remember bits of this one.

Some friends/acquaintances of mine and I, (these friends were totally new, fictional people in my dream. There was nobody from real life there) came to work in this strange factory/mansion out in these woods in the middle of nowhere. We seemed very cut off from the outside world. There was a lot that happened before we somehow ended up out there, but I don’t remember. I think we might have been paying off some sort of debt.

Anyway, we were each assigned different jobs to do, and my job involved a lot of paperwork and things like that. I was working in a living-room type place with a sofa and fireplace behind me, and a wall which eventually turned into a balcony above me. I remember the papers were more like worksheets from middle school. They were easy, but it was hard for me to concentrate on them, because I would occasionally hear the people higher up (who were a pretty grisly bunch) talking about their plans. From what I could hear, they would “get rid” of anyone who slacked on their jobs. They also said something about some trouble outside of the mansion.

After my worksheets were done, I had to create a huge poster for some movie. Although this paper was a little bigger than a regular movie poster. So I got after it, and did a pretty good job. They gave me colored pencils, so I remember when I was done, there were those different layers of scribbles because I kind of had to rush through. Well, the red-haired lady that gave us our assignments came by and looked at the poster, and said, “Oh, it’s lovely.” and I said, “Are you going to use it?” She didn’t answer. I got the feeling that everything we did we just thrown away, and we only did these trivial things so that they could keep us busy. They really didn’t like us talking with each other, either, unless it was dinnertime (they would bring us sack lunches at our work sites) and even then they would monitor what we were saying.

Well, I can’t remember exactly what happened, but something ransacked the mansion and killed all the people higher up. That’s when things in my dream started getting weird, because I would start seeing visions, which were sort of like flashbacks to events that had happened earlier.

Somehow, we had gotten ourselves locked out of the mansion. Outside, there was a big bird cage (like the one at Belmont, only square). After one night, this couple that had been sleeping close to the rest of us were attacked by something. The girl was dead, and the guy had disappeared. That’s when the flashbacks started to happen. I would see glimpses of the guy and the girl right before they died, both terrified.

Well, more people started dying, but nobody else disappeared. We realized we needed to do something. I kept having flashes, but I can’t really remember them. A lot of them had to do with the birdcage. Anyway, we found a way to break into the mansion through a second story window, which led us into a room where we weren’t allowed to go before. Some of the people we had worked for were dead in the room. It was kind of gruesome. We found this boom-box that I had heard the people talking about before the murders started happening. It acted like a time bomb. Apparently it played a certain number of songs and then detonated. We set it to play 5 songs, and then put it in the birdcage. We turned the music up a little, wondering if somehow, it would attract whatever was out there.

We were going back to the mansion, when the guy who had disappeared showed up out of the forest beside us. He didn’t seem the least bit worried or exhausted. It was kind of a creepy, inhuman look. Someone asked him if he was ok, and he pounced on some person and bit, scratched, punched, kicked, everything. He did it so fast that the person was dead in seconds, and we finally knew who had done all the murders. We all scattered, and the dude followed one person who ran into the birdcage for safety, and the dude followed her in. I felt bad doing this, but I locked the bird cage once he was in. The girl inside seemed to understand what I was doing before he killed her. Now I thought I would just have to wait until the boom-box went off. After the dude was done killing, he stood up on the table, and stared off blankly. The music seemed to mesmerize him. He said, “What’s the stereo for?” Apparently he was still very much himself, only now a murderer. I said, “I got it from the mansion. We wanted to listen to something, and I figured it would calm people down.” This answer seemed to satisfy him, and I left.

When I went to look for the others, though, I found them dead. I knew that there was something else out there. Then I had the biggest flashback of all. I don’t remember all of it, but I wish I had. There was this chick I had never seen before (in my vision) that had been working for the people I used to work for a long time before my group got there. She had the same job as me, and even had to make the same poster, only she was given watercolors. She, like me, was always listening to the people’s conversations, and quickly became suspicious of them. Anyway, when she was asleep in her dorm, someone kidnapped her and brought her to the woods, an old man had taken her, and he was savage, (like the dude who was now in the birdcage). He brought her to some crazy, dark place in the jungle where she, too, because savage like him. I wish I could remember more about what exactly happened there. Anyway, the people at the mansion had found the old man and killed him. The woman, who had lived with him for a couple years, was enraged, and went to the mansion, looking for revenge. She just wanted to kill the people higher up, and when those people found out she was coming, they sent all of the current workers outside the mansion. The woman killed all of them (her friends) in her frenzy, even though she didn’t mean to in the first place. Suddenly gripped with guilt for killing all those people, she abandoned her mission, but the experience hardened her.

Then the flashback starts incorporating all of the other flashbacks. I once again see the couple before they’re attacked, but now I see the rest of the episode, where the woman kills the girl, and knocks out the boy and drags him off. When he wakes up, she’s already taken him to that dark place in the jungle, and she forces him through. That’s when he learns to become savage. Ultimately, she wanted company, but he wasn’t savage enough yet to be like her. She didn’t want him to be more righteous than she was. So she talked him into coming back to the mansion and killing his friends. She warned him, “Don’t kill Blake, though.”
I saw the other people in my group getting attacked by him, and then I seemed to come out of the vision.

The woman was standing in front of me, and I ran. I knew where I had to go. I opened the door to the birdcage and rushed in. She was right behind me, and the dude stayed in there because apparently, I was the only one left. Through my vision, though, I knew they didn’t want to kill me.

Hootie and the Blowfish’s “I go Blind” came on the boom-box. I knew it was the last song, and I also knew it was 3 min and 15 seconds long. I had to keep them busy for that long.

“What do you want?” I said.
They both looked back and forth from me to each other, with sick, knowing smiles on their faces.
“You weren’t like the others.” the guy said.
I didn’t know what to say. “What do you mean?”
“You were suspicious of them, too. You would have killed them.”
I got the feeling they were talking about the people in charge of the mansion.
“Yeah, I was suspicious.”
“You’re good. You don’t have to die. You can come with us.”
I was not liking that idea. I pretended to be deep in thought, considering their invitation as the song wound itself down to the last “Hold me hold me cause I wanna get higher and higher.”
And the song ended.

- 11:30 -

I was kind of freaked out by this dream because of some things in Biblical prophecy.

Ok. Once again, I was a bad guy. (Which is weird, because I am always the good guy in my dreams) Anyway, I was with some people trying to sabotage something that Carlos Gutierrez was doing. (He was the good guy) There was some kind of mysterious conflict going on, and it was important to the future of the world. We went to his restaurant and sat down at a table opposite of the store from where Carlos and his family were sitting. I’m not sure, but I think our plan was to assassinate him (why?) Mark was with me, and kicked my table so that it swung around to meet another. This was so that I had a better shot at Carlos. He didn’t see us doing this. Mark willed me to go on and finish the job, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill a person. He said I was on the wrong side.

Well, one of the people working in Carlos’ restaurant saw me with the gun and shot me in the head twice. The first bullet hit me in the left cheek under my eye, killing me, and the second bullet grazed the top of my skull. So yeah, I was dead on the floor of Carlos’ shop. This marks the first time I have actually died in a dream.

However, after everyone has left, I wake back up and realize that somehow, I survived the fatal head wound (that’s where the whole Biblical prophecy comes in) There was no one in the store, and no one had tried to clean up my body. So I went outside and realized that everything was chaotic. This conflict had gotten out into the open, and everyone was looking to take sides.

I went back inside and looked in the mirror. My face was super-white and cracked all over. There was a bullet hole still open on my cheek, and I was bleeding from the top of my head as well.

I decided to go to the bad guy headquarters, which was a big business building in the middle of the woods. As soon as I got there, I knew that something was going on inside. I walked in, and found the first floor deserted, but I heard fighting above me. It had become dark, and there were emergency lights on. The real lights wouldn’t work. I started going up the stairs to help, but this random girl called at me from down the hall. She had blond hair and had on a light-green dress. I went up to her and asked her what she was doing here. She just said,
“You’re bad.”
And I said,
“No I’m not, I’m just trying to do what I think is best.”
She said,
“It’s bad.”
I felt guilty and angry, and I yelled at her.
“How do you know that?”
She pointed at my hand, and I looked at it. It was on fire, but I couldn’t feel it, and my hand wasn’t being consumed. I started to feel like I really was bad. I asked her what I should do, and she walked away. I knew where she was going, and reluctantly followed, mumbling, “No, I can’t.”

She led me into a room where a bunch of gasoline was being stored. There were a few gallon containers there, and I looked at my right hand, still burning.

I said, “I can’t kill a person. What about the good guys? What about Carlos?” Somehow I knew he was upstairs.
“He’s dead,” she said, and kicked over a gasoline container. The liquid started to run across the floor of the small room, and I backed out, keeping my hand as far away as possible. I yelled at her to come with me, but she wouldn’t. I was out of the room, and the gasoline was spreading outside the door when I touched it with my fiery hand and ran out of the building in tears. It exploded, and I watched it do so from the woods.

- 12:30 -

Last night was weird.

First off, friends from my class and I were all in a contest, and the first part of the concert was about acting. Well, Mark and I were rooming together in my new dorm at school, and Ms. Stewart walks in and tells us to get up and get ready for the contest. We had to act out a scene from “Pirates of the Caribbean”. I was on the bad guy’s ship, but was thrown overboard because I was trying to tell everyone that the conflict could be solved without fighting. When I was thrown over, though, I caught onto a rope and held on, begging the pirates to let me help me back on board. I don’t know why they said this, but the captain looked at my and spoke,
“You are not a child. You cannot come aboard this vessel.”
So I said,
“I am good at pretending to be a child. I have been doing so in years since my childhood ended.”
So he said,
“Very well, you may come aboard again.”

This was all us acting, and we were being judged by Ms. Stewart.

Whenever I got onto the ship, and as we were sailing into battle with the good guys, I realized that I didn’t like the side I was on. I voiced my opinions, and they threw me over again. Like last time, I hung on, and when we came close to the enemy ship, I joined the good guys, and through information I gave them, we won.

I don’t remember who won the contest, but later that night, we heard that something weird was happening at a strip club downtown, (I don’t know which town we were in) and when we got to the club, we saw that the big marquee on top said, “Superintendent Graybeal featuring Principal Banker”.
We went in the club, and Graybeal was in the middle of a bunch of people stripping, and soon he was down to a speedo, and Mr. Banker was introducing him.
To be perfectly honest, the dream wasn’t even real and I’m scarred for life. In my dream, we couldn’t stop laughing, though, and we took pictures so that we could send them to the school board and get him fired. And that’s it….

- 1:30 -

Last night was pretty weird because it split off of itself in so many ways.

The initial dream was this:
Our youth group was at an amusement park that was right in the middle of downtown in some city. Troy and I were riding a kind of roller coaster on top of a two-story building where there were four carts going on four different tracks. We each went on two different carts as sort of a race to see which one would end first. Halfway through, Troy was shot in the right side of of his belly, and blacked out immediately. When the ride was over, he came to and really started worrying about his mom. I didn’t know why, but he said he thought he saw her in the street before he was shot. So, I helped him get off the ride, and Faust came and helped me carry Troy outside. For some random reason, we passed my grandma on the way out. We kept going, and once we were outside, we looked in the middle of the road, and there was Troy’s mom. She had been shot and was dead on the far side of the street. Troy started to freak. A woman named Judy walked by, and Troy recognized her as one of her mom’s friends. She was crying, and hugged Troy. After the hug, she took off and started walking away briskly. She stopped dead in her tracks, though, and turned around to look at Troy, because he had felt a gun on her and taken it. Now, Troy had the gun that Judy had before, and pointed it at her, because he knew she had been the one to shoot him and kill his mom. Troy tried to shoot, but the gun had been emptied. Judy started to laugh and pulled a grenade from underneath her coat. She chucked one not at us, but at a cluster of people by the amusement park and blew them up. I yelled at her and told her she was a sick woman, so she threw a grenade at me, but I dodged and ran around a corner just in time.

Then I ‘woke up’. Or at least I thought I did. Dreams usually don’t fool me like this, but these next dreams really got me. After one would happen, another would pop up and I would forget the last one.

So yeah, I ‘woke up’, and found that I had recorded my dream last night using the VCR in my room. So I brought the tape upstairs, and called Troy (who was real-life Troy, you know, without the gunshot wound) so that he could see what I dreamed. But, when we put the tape in and watched that dream, I found that there was a lot of the dream that I didn’t remember. After the incident on the street, I had found that there were other world like this one, only in layers around the Earth that no one could find. For some reason, I was able to find a way to them, and when i would reach another layer, I would find a completely different world. The layer closest to the Earth’s surface was filled with hills and pine trees, which turned into huge deserts with just sand. The people there were in a frenzy, and after watching the tape, I thought that their troubles somehow related to Troy’s mom’s death. The more layers I visited, the more I found commotion that seemed to all tie together, and the crazier the layers got. One of the last ones I visited had nothing but small, waist-high windmills everywhere for miles. It was a creepy place, and there were no people.

Then, I ‘woke up’ again, having not remembered the last time I supposedly ‘woke up’. However the information I had added on to my initial dream I still remembered (I know, this is all freaking weird) This time when I woke up, I was at the winter retreat, and I was in charge of a room with Sean Verhoff and Noah Compton in it. Shaun said that he had heard me talking in my sleep, and put this little device that looked kind of like a TV remote to my head and recorded my dream. I thought that he was crazy, but he started playing it back on the little screen the control had, and I realized that it was part of my dream that I didn’t remember. It was a scene with some people, who without knowing how or why, were connected to Troy’s mom. They all were a part of some kind of secret organization that was working against some kind of impending evil. The scene that played on Sean’s device consisted of a house in flames. The house belonged to a middle-aged couple who stood outside with me (in the dream) and were speaking under their breaths. They were talking about the evil things that were responsible for all the violence. They didn’t want me to hear the names of the people they were talking about, but I heard anyway. They turned to me and told me that somehow I was supposed to stop these people.

Then I ‘woke up’ again, at home, and Ashleigh was there. She had stopped by to say hi before going to work. I immediately jumped out of bed and wrote down the names I had heard from the two people. I remembered their conversation, but I didn’t remember that I had watched it on Sean’s controller) The first name was “The Burr”. From the way the people had been talking, this person seemed really bad, but only some kind of pawn or servant for another more sinister person. That more evil character I barely heard about, because when the couple had discussed him, they were very, very quiet. They just called him, “Elephant”. I drove with Ashleigh to work so that I could tell her about my dream. By the time I told her about the bad guys and the house on fire, we were at Wal-Mart, and some people working in the pharmacy heard me and told me to come over quick. They asked me how I knew those names and told me not to mention them in public. Then I saw Troy’s mom was there (because she was only dead in my initial dream) and realized that this was the organization I had thought existed in my dream. I decided to tell them all I had dreamed about, and they told me that they thought I was seeing into the future in my dreams. They told me again that they would need me to defeat these evil things killing people, and Ashleigh and I joined the organization.

And I really did wake up.