| The most fucked up dream I've ever had. |
[24 Jun 2008|08:30am] |
It starts off like this:
I'm in a class. An english class, since we're talking about english-related things. The teacher seems like a nice guy. But this other lady storms in the room. She's really upset because there's this bridge outside of the school grounds that's on fire (and apparently releasing some sort of neurotoxin and the kids are playing increasingly close to it. She's yelling and screaming at us. She seems more interested in the bridge than the children. eventually she leaves. Judging by the looks on everyone's face, it happens often.
Gap here.
It's Saturday. Barely anyone's here. I'm here to pick up an assignment I accidentally left behind. I drive through the slim opening in the barbed-wire fences and the security check manned by a soldier with a gun and park my car in the almost deserted parking lot.
I enter the building. There are papers all over the floor. I walk back to my english class... there are kids seated at the desk. They're silent. They almost look frozen, but the teacher convinces me otherwise later on. I grab my papers quickly and jam them into my backpack; I'm just ready to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Gap.
I'm in class again. The bell just rang to let us out. There's a deformed girl in our school; her facial structure was almost completely destroyed because of some governmental test. Some popular girl in a short skirt and really tacky heels makes fun of her as they leave the room. I get upset and threaten her.
Gap.
It's after school again. I'm here to speak to the english teacher to pick his brain about what's REALLY going on around here. In walks this official-looking older man, maybe about 50s, in a green military suit with his medals and ranks displayed all over his chest. He looks really built for an old man. His hair is gray and shiny, slicked back and to the side with gel or pomade or whatever.
He looks at me and says "I need you to come with me."
I follow him down the hall and outside the building as we approach the military wing - a wing that no one is allowed to go in unless appointed. No one goes near it. From the sympathetic looks I get from passers-by I assume I'm not in for a birthday party or anything like that.
Realizing this, I politely ask him what it is I did, and receive a kind "shut the fuck up you stupid kid" in reply. We enter the building.
He takes me to a back room with a strange language all over the walls, not unlike an elementary school music teacher's room, with strange theories in this strange language plastered all over the chalkboards and bulletin boards and whatnot. I can see out the window, below is the parking lot. I can see my car.
All of a sudden he starts going on me, telling me I'm going to be punished for such "liberal" behavior. He starts hitting me with something, chasing me around the room.
Confused, I ask him repeatedly what it is that I did.
"Don't play stupid with me, you know exactly what you did."
This goes on for a few minutes as he brings out more complicated and painful weapons to bestow upon me, until a plan begins to form inside of my head.
I recall my excellent acting skills as I turn on the water works and sob like a little girl.
He eventually stops hitting me but instead decides to yell an inch in front of my face.
"You have not been keeping your views to yourself." He raises his switch-looking thing again, preparing to strike me. "What did you say your political views were? Your religious views?"
I reply "as I recall it's not illegal to have opposing views to something."
"You better keep your fucking mouth shut kid, or I'll have something to say about it."
He leaves the room.
I sigh. I figure I might as well get the hell out while I still can.
As I head for the door at the end of the hall back outside, I walk by a series of rooms with doors semi-open. Naturally I look inside... as I pass each room I see really disturbing things. A man with his detached legs hanging above him. A man sewn to a hairless dog. Children inches away from death of starvation. All of these shook me.
Lastly, I see a strange contraption with a man hooked up to it and a nurse about to inject something.
The contraption looked like a harp, but the strings were some sort of liquid metallic material that shone blue and purple; the man had his arm inside of it.
I walked in the room, as the nurse was one of my friends, and asked what it is she's doing.
She tells me the harp is some kind of machine that emits a pitch so high it makes your inner ear explode and you bleed out from your brain.
Cute.
Anyway just as she's injecting the final solution, the man walks in the room and tells me to gtfo. So I do.
I slowly find my way back to the parking lot and on my way I see a few military test subjects who had obviously broken free. They tell me they need to leave or be killed, so I offer to take them into my house. Just as we had established this, that creepy man walks outside, sees us, and strikes a miniature version of the harp-contraption. It emits a high pitched squeal and we all quickly plug our ears - one is not so fortunate. I watch him fall to the ground in pain and writhe around with blood coming out of his ears.
The rest of us run.
We run to a more hidden sidewalk and discuss our plan. Just as we are about to take off to my car, a hand reaches out of the hole in the gutter where rain goes and grabs my pantleg and tugs so hard I feel like I might fall.
The two remaining kids tear me away and we make a run for it.
We make it to my car but part of me is afraid that the government had gotten to it before us, and changed the ignition key or something like that. However, from watching lock-picking videos in my spare time, I eventually get the car started and gun towards the exit.
Seeing as I had never taken the military wing exit before, I was confused as to which way to go. I asked the kids in my car; they didn't know either. So we just went for the one with the green bars and kiosk and just gunned it past the gate, damaging the front of my car on the security gate in the process.
I keep my head down as I drive to my house. I hide the kids in a spare room, call Katy and proceed to tell her almost everything when suddenly we're disconnected - I'm assuming they were tracing my calls too.
And just as I begin to tell my mom, I wake up.
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[21 Jun 2005|02:38pm] |
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Radiohead. |
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