I just had the most apocalyptic dreamcatcher to date... Oh well. It's like my Mom was banging on the door to inform me of the days errands, and then I feel back asleep, so here goes...
I think we were on the beach just enjoying ourselves. We were about to embark on some journey, and then someone's like we have to go. Then a guy's like if we don't go, we have to keep this fire alive, or something subtle like that. So he begins to sacrifice pages from a journal that would be vital on this journey. We're like no no, don't do that, so we shove some other pages of another book into the fire. Okay, so we're on a little slant or something on the beach next to what would then become Cypress, on some sticks and such. The fire is there, it grows a little, then it catches on the sticks near people's legs. It's funny, it burns for a while, then we get up and notice and we're like WTF, fire. One guy stamps out the fire to his left and is like wow, fire. Then, the mini fire to the right is bubbling or something and getting bigger. At this point, someone points out how that fire is growing unnaturally. Then, this sandy hill part has a landslide with the fire, and all I can see is a river of white foam just sliding away from the beach. The part of the beach where we sat was eroding. That was pretty fzcked up but it just kept happening. It was like a catalyst. Slowly, more parts of the beach just started foaming and falling into the ocean. Then it became diesel, making sweeping motions and just totally fzcking everything up. Then it started taking people away, and I think the weather began to match the mood of the situation too.
So there it is, people getting swept away. I wondered if I should dive in and help them, but that would be against some kind of rule of lifesaving. Can't save a life if you can't save yourself. Anyway, the situation eventually escalates into involving cars running on the remaining beach trying to catch people floating away. It's terrible, and so is the weather. For a while, I was amazed at how easily the cars handled themselves in water, like amphibians. I whisper to the person next to me, hey, maybe it's like the beach is relatively shallow (there's cars were mentally huge). People are saved, something happens, and all the water on the beach is gone. And it's not like a beach beach, it's like a big indent in the world, which the beginning of the beach a moderately large vertical drop. So it's like a rut. The world was no longer tropical, but a Warcraft black with all of its features showing. The discussion eventually evolved into what happened, with the entire beach just drained away from as far as the eye can notice, minus the background, like a vanishing point on those crackled desert planes. It turns into we're on second floor cypress, and someone on twelfth fzcked up the water, causing this huge ass deluge. Something like that. Confirmation was thirteenth floors expensive supply of water, or something.
Somehow, we get inside, and the one person I could pull out of the dream is Al. So I'm standing next to Al and more crap happens. It's like the end of the world. The sky glowed summore and down came this slow moving rock, glowing green, like an asteroid, bam, and it hit. There was supposed to be a shockwave of something, but I couldn't feel it from. All I saw was a shockwave of gray matter. I couldn't get a good view, because the windows in the building were up high. Everyone was looking up. So I see a corner ledge to my right and want to go up there. So Al literally boosts my fat ass so I can see. And then when I'm up there, I can see more asteroid type jobs, just gray and not glowing, striking the Earth. At this point everyone is panicking and we decided to get out of there. Actually, a little bit around that time, Cypress started to rumble a bit and it began to collapse or sink down. As it did, I kept mumbling the current state of the building like second floor Cypress is now the ground floor! Somewhere near my I got an image of floor plans that looked like key chains in a souveneir store, as if staring at those key chains would help us get out. Then Al said something about that's how Kahn did it back in the Marines. So, we were running for our lives, Cypress tipping over and collapsing and doing whatever it did. But I do remember clutching Al's hand for dear life, as if it was the only thing I had and couldn't afford to lose.
So blaw, we're outside and things are different. The sky is white and blue and the world is normal. But we're still in a rush. We're running past a quaint area of New York near the subway system, but the tiles on the walls were mostly white and blue. Like a very comfortable neighborhood, but still running through it with all. Then, one of the big tile walls had a Psi and an Upsilon on it with brown and yellow tiles. I'm like wow, and Al's like yeah we're right there and my name is one of the first on the list. It's as if the Psi U on the subway was supposed to denote how close the house would be if you took that line. So we run summore and we end up in Redwood.
I said Cypress before, but that's just a mental placeholder. This really was a warped version of Redwood though. And I'm with random peers (no more Al specific though) running up and down the stairs of Redwood. Mentally, it was all stairs. I'm like, where are we going? Lacrosse Joel's room, someone said. Apparently going to Joel's room involved going all the way up to seventh or eighth floor and then going all the way back down, because you can't go directly. So I'm getting antsy and I'm like damn it's the end of the world. I don't know what else to do but call Bergen County Adam. So I dial for Adam while running up the stairs and going through rooms, just following people to Joel's room. Adam doesn't answer the phone, but some girl does. I'm like, do you guys have some disasters where you are? She's like no but for you guys at NJIT it's just official business, like things were written off and not natural disasters. I told her all I could about what happened to Cypress and what was going on, basically retelling the story over the phone. And then when I'm done, I'm like, "If you see Adam, tell him I love him very much. I'll probably see you later. No, I will see you later!" and that was my phone call.
So we reach Joel's room and I think I wanted to call someone else. Then someone's like Mark you better speak up aloud this time, so I could retell the whole story to Redwood residents that weren't in the know. Then, Joel starts talking about his digs while everyone's there, specifically to Frank. And, as bad as it sounds, but for the sake of honesty and record, they were talking about jerking off on the floor and how nasty it was. He was like yeah and then we have to pull up the rugs and replace them. Egh. Then Frank's like all you need for the one eyed salute (that's the phrase I mentally used), all you need is some alternative technique...
And that's the end of my apocalyptic dreamcatcher. Yeah... Amazing, I know.
Posted by Mark Canlas at February 15, 2003 01:24 PM