Post by GRWelsh on Jan 31, 2020 2:29:01 GMT -5
I drank too much "Viking Honey Mead" last night and it gave me the weirdest dreams. I thought I'd write them down before I forget them since they were pretty intense in a sort of adventure horror genre. The episodes flowed one into the other. The earliest one I remember is I was living in an apartment complex that was mostly underground, like an underground apartment building with lots of side passages and hidden passages, in a run down part of a city. The apartments were getting overrun with roots of a plant-like or cancerous growth with critters associated with it running around causing problems. I was desperately trying to figure out what to do, and someone told me "There's going to be a lot of blood shed before this is over." I picked up an axe someone else had been using, and was fending off or cutting up these bird-like things that kept flying at me. Then I had this wire, and I was trying to use it to cut up this round gelatin-like mould that kept moving around to get away from me... The 'heart' of the whole malign growth. Finally, I succeeded in cutting it up with the wire, dividing and subdividing... I could tell it was dead because the entire environment transformed, the roots all turned black, and root-like steps emerged allowing egress from previously blocked passages. I reunited these two girls who were sisters, and they were happy. The younger sister was "Natalie Portman" who appeared to be about seventeen years old. Life seemed to resume in the apartments with a more mundane, low life threat. There were these toughs who lived across the street, and were like shake-down enforcers. Some woman had an order to get off a truck, and a tall, lean tough guy was insisting he get paid first. "Natalie Portman" took something off the truck since she was trying to help the woman. The lean guy flipped out and started going after her, cursing her calling her "Frenchy" and I got between them and said, "Whoa, I don't want to fight you, I'm just trying to get to a peaceful resolution here." I was able to make sure he got paid, so he went away, for now. But the tough guys across the street were becoming an increasing problem, and I was debating over whether to fight them or not. I remember saying something like "Sometimes you need to get some satisfaction" to a teenage kid as I was putting on some heavy boots and getting an iron crow bar. I was nervous, but went across the street ready to stand up to the tough guys. Their own apartment had a party going on, with lots of low lifes lounging around, drinking, playing games and stuff. Oddly, my sister was there, sitting on a couch, and I think my Dad was in the kitchen, and I asked, "What are you doing here?" and didn't really get a coherent answer. There was some conflict going on down the hall, and a girl was threatening an old man for some reason. I recognized her as Pam, a girl I worked with at a restaurant back around 1988-1993. Pam punched the old man in the neck, and had him up against the wall, and then threatened him and left. The old man was crying pathetically, and his glasses were broken, and another woman was trying to take care of him. The old man looked out the window and saw Pam leaving with a young boy and he asked who the boy was. The woman replied it was Bobby. The old man transformed into a sort of bluish purple muppet and was hitting his crotch saying, "Eat meat!" in a gutteral voice. The woman who had been helping him now threatened him with a wire brush, and said "Do I have to cut your throat to exorcise you?" At this point, I was ready to leave but some other old, handicapped pervert was trying get on my back and get me to carry him out. I leaned him against a tree and left him there and told one of the tough guys, a big fat one and maybe the leader, "He can stay here, he makes a nice vignette." Back in the underground apartments we were talking about secret space-warping passages that sometimes closed up, and complaining about how some above-ground buildings down the street weren't being used for anything. I could see into one down the street that had an open, empty space visible on the ground floor like a gym or garage with a large guard dog there. Then I was thinking it is Monday, I better call a golf club I worked at in 1993-1996 to get my schedule, and I was worried I may have missed a shift...
