(This,… is the summary of a dream I had a few days ago. Very few dreams come along that are so twisted and so intricate that I wake up, and about an hour later, while sitting in Religion class, the message of the dream hits me, and I have just linked another key piece to the gigantic jigsaw puzzle of my consciousness. Note that there is A LOT to this dream, and when you read it, you might start believing that I made this up,… that it is ‘too detailed’. … If you are anybody who knows what ‘dream recall’ is, and how to enhance it, you are not likely this type of person, but also know that this is NOT the original entry. My writing below is a dramatized adaptation. All events are the same, and all images are intact, but I feel that it might be best to summarize the emotion, thought stream, and my overview of the dream after waking and formulating it in my head. … Enjoy!)
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It begins right where it ends.
I was running, … fleeing,… out amongst a large tarmac. It wasn’t clear yet what I was running from, but I knew I needed to get away. The area around me was similar to a gigantic prison/quarantine, filled with undead horrors, dead bodies, and abandoned buildings. I was attempting to climb a large metal link fence, when booming voices came bearing down from the sky. They spoke condemnations, that I had violated the nature of the place where I belonged. As the voices beared down, and I could see giant faces of powerful deities floating in the devilish skies (a mix of dark overcast, and red/amber glow), and they began speaking the most fearful things, as if I had performed the worst violation known to them; that was avoiding the fate of becoming the walking dead, and trying to escape my ‘just punishment’. The sight of these deities were callous and evil.
The center deity looked to be a large, red, sinister, robotic feline, with peering eyes. While it was not the most powerful, it acted like an emissary; one who speaks on behalf of the rest as an appointed judge. It begins to speak, as if formally reading my last rites. I try to flee from their sight, hiding amiss an small industrial complex, when it finally says something to the effect of, “You have no place to escape. Prepare to meet your terrible fate!”. … The only way I can describe the tension is as if you know a nuclear weapon is about to go off in five minutes, and you are trying desperately to get as much distance between you and the weapon as possible, and in the last minute, you hear klaxons sound, and you revert to trying as hard as you can to find cover, but you know deep down that you are about to be vaporized, and there is nothing you can possibly do about it. … It is after this final declaration that these deities call down destructive (almost nuclear) powers, as I tried to make myself hidden, and navigate through buildings. The nuclear/ungodly powers eventually rooted me out and destroyed me, leaving not a trace.
This… is the end of the story. However, after it ends, time rewinds back to the beginning of the story, before all of this happened.
Apparently, it began as one of those ‘naked’ dreams, and I was at some kind of family event where I was trying as hard as I could to hide the fact that I was naked, and not just my family, but my extended family. It was like a great family get together, and I was supposed to perform/sing some sort of song or something like that, but I convinced my mom to get me out of it, and I decided to abandon them and go with my cousin and my brother to the car, and just sit out there. My aunt Carol and other cousin Stacy came out not too much later, and got something out of their car. Carol looked at us suspiciously, and I hoped she didn’t think we were smoking weed in the car. It was about then that I found my clothes just beneath my feet, and I quickly donned them. Now with a reassurance of self, I got out of the car, and thats when I noticed it: and old man began zombie-walking in our direction, and it was at that moment that I realized things around me were changing. The zombie was accompanied by two others, and I backed away toward a concrete wall. I decided to hit the zombie with a random object, and unlike an actual zombie, it started acting humanlike for a short while, as if knocked out of a daze. The man said nothing but a very solemn and grim, ‘I am sorry, my friend’… as if saying that he couldn’t control what he was doing, and that after his moment of clarity, he would quickly turn back into a zombie in merely a few seconds. (As and observation from outside of the dream, one of the greatest motivations for striking zombies in any zombie movie is knowing that the person is not a conscious human being, and that this ‘scum of the earth’ should be eliminated. What make this scenario a bit more horrific in retrospect is that these people WERE human beings, but they were dazed,… unawake,… locked away in the form of a zombie.) … This is when I began to dodge the on-coming of these people who were turned into zombies, and I fled from the place.
I navigated away from the building, and had to dodge the attention of a lot of zombies going from alley to building, and the streets were sometimes littered with them. It seemed at this point that everyone was a zombie and nobody was ‘conscious’. Interestingly enough, I found a few living people along my trek at different places,… some lost, some wounded, some lost in their insanity. I could not help all of them, but there were some of them that I decided to forget about my own dodging and help them out of their own unfortunate situations. Yet, in the end, every one of them I knew would have died later.
As I was travelling this large outdoor industrial complex, the skies began looking more and more evil, as the amber/red glow began to settle in, and it was here when I stumbled across a horrible, giant, zombie-like being, which looked very close to an abomination; a fat, large, gross carcass made from the limbs of other carcasses. Once it saw me, it roared, and charged at me at high speed. I narrowly dodged it, and began to run/go into hiding, but it would continue to pursue me, rushing in m direction and destroying any barrier I had between it and me. Each time I dodged it, it seemed to come closer to killing me. I began sensing the dread of the situation and decided that I have had enough! I needed to leave this wicked place once and for all. I ran, and dodged, trying to find an exit to this odd nightmare.
This is where events from the first part of the dream catch up, and I am standing on the tarmac. I see the gigantic link fence with barbed wire atop. It looked like I was in a large prison, and as I ran toward it, and tried to mount, my attempt to climb and escape failed. Then, the deities appeared in the sky, in all of their terror and presence, and began to repeat their dreadful sayings. They began condemning me in booming voices, and spoke my final rites in their esoteric, ritualistic way. I decided once again that I would try to avoid them the best I could, but I knew that they were going to destroy me nonetheless. The ‘running from a nuclear bomb’ tension began once again, and metaphorical klaxons went off in my head, and I knew… I just knew I was a goner! The large feline speaks its piece one last time, and it is this time, I distinguish the face of one of the deities, … the most powerful and impending of all of them, the face of a woman, who looked a lot like Gabriel from Constantine, (as a side note, my roommate and I have this inside joke, whereas the actor who plays Gabriel goes by the name of “Dat one bitch from dat one movie!”, and the reason for this is because no matter what movie she plays in, no matter what part she assumes, she’s ALWAYS playing ‘some bitch in some movie’. … YOU know the woman I’m talking about! She played the ‘White Witch’ in Chronicles of Narnia? … THAT bitch! … If not, do an IMDB for Constantine, and look up Gabriel)
At this point, more of the ending began to unravel. She said something in conversation to the other deities “Get on with it and destroy the insolent runner then!” … but alas, there was something different. Something radically different (or at least it simply was not revealed before). … You see, three of the deities (those to the right) spoke against it, and I realized to my astonishment that theirs were the faces of the people I helped along the way of my running! … Whereas they had most certainly assisted their fellow deities in the sentencing of me before, they now spoke out in my defense. They stubbornly refused to destroy me, and all the deities convened with each other right before my eyes. The three who were for mercy seemingly broke from the political grasp of the Gabriel-like deity. In scowling, the Gabriel-like woman began to scold, protesting to them in an authoritarian manner that I was to be punished, … and something just so managed to slip off her tongue that I was WAY too close to thwarting her ‘plans’ to let me live now! … It was apparent to me that all of the deities could be swayed by my actions except for one, and that was her. Apparently, my existence, and my trying to escape was a direct threat to her, and she wanted me gone, … and she wanted me gone now!
The two deities not involved were still intent on keeping the command,… still under the political shadow of the one ‘bitch’ goddess. … and I realized that these two assumed the faces of people who I SHOULD have helped, but either couldn’t, or didn’t. All three who refused to help me (and were against the three who wanted me to live) unfortunately could not intervene,… for there was no majority rule between them.
(On another side note, if I remember correctly, one of the deities in the sky, who was an older woman with green hair (snakes or vines?) has somehow assumed the title of ‘God’, and very unlike any just manifestation of ‘God’ that I know, it bared down eyes oppressively, and I received the notion that “it was very rude of me to look upon the face of God while it was exposed”. I didn’t yield however. I rather took this to some bigotry, and figured that this specific being wasn’t any ‘God’ I cared to let bare down upon me in any fashion.)
It is here where the dream truly ends, and the lesson I took from it truly begins.
My last thought in this dream was that,… if I had another chance, I’d find the rest of the people I was supposed to help, and redeem myself,… and thusly, thwart all of their wrath, and the agenda of the ‘bitch’ Goddess.
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The revelation that later it me about this dream was simple, compelling, and reassuring. You can definitely see where the direction of the dream is going. It is a lesson in ‘nature’. … One can only save himself from the wrath of things if he works toward saving those around himself. It is like ‘karma’. … In this world filled with ‘unconscious zombies’, and chaotic elements, and ‘the judgemental powers of nature that be’,… every individual self-less act will ultimately, in the progression of time, overturn the harshness of ones reality. If all is spent on escaping, and none on helping those who need help, physically, emotionally, or spiritually, … then there are little redeeming qualities in life; no human sacrafice to enable human redemption, down the progression of time itself.
Of course, every one is enabled to their own opinion. This… is merely what I’ve derived from the dream.
I bet there are many more things I can pick apart from this dream.
