Evil Wayne

Dream Sequence

It started in an airport.

It seemed to be a warm location and I want to say Los Angeles, but I've never been there. My parents were there with me and we were in some kind of small waiting room. A cement box with a large plate glass window - we were several stories up and I could see out towards the tower center that looked like LAX (as seen on TV). The room was full of those sets of chairs that are back to back. There were no lights on in the room, only the sunshine from the window came in, casting shadows.

I stood against the wall looking out the window. I'm not really sure if we were waiting to go somewhere or someone to arrive. Seems to be both at the same time.

As I looked out the window, large clouds rolled in. Like in a movie, where they speed up the frame-rate and everything just billows in, taking only seconds. Even in the dream I knew this wasn't normal. People gasp and stood up to watch. A plume broke away and rushed towards the window. People screamed and ran, I turned away as it stuck the window, blowing it out into a hailstorm of tiny fragments.

I don't remember if anyone was hurt by that and my parents disappeared, but I was not concerned in that way dreams rewrite what happens. I do know people who had turned away or were on the floor stood up and began looking out the shattered window. It was really quite and the clouds now were a dense fog.

The color also sort of drained out of the dream. Everything tuned slightly sepia; nobody noticed but me.

As a man in with a 50s style hat approached the edge of the window, there was a roar from outside. Then there was this dinosaur at the window. Only it wasn't a dinosaur. It looked like a giant velociraptor from Jurassic Park. Only it was hundreds of feet high and it was all brown (everything was a shade of brown) and it's face, when it saw the man at the window, it's face just pealed back in four corners, like a banana and these tentacles came shooting out, wrapping around the guy and yanking him out and to it, where a mass of teeth just ripped into him.

Everyone screamed, people started to run, but there were more dinos suddenly at the window, tentacles whipping about and ripping people out of the room. By now, everyone seemed to be dressed like it was the 50s or maybe the 40s. Women in dresses with large hats. Men in casual suits with fedora hats.

Screaming, running and dieing.

I was in the back and immediately turned to the door exiting the room to the outside. As I opened the door, there was a woman, in a blue dress with white polka dots. She had had a hat, but it was torn off and her hair was a mess, a wild, crazed look in her eye. She was also about 15 feet tall. I knew, that way you know, that the fog had done something to her.

She crouched down to fit in the doorway and babbled something incoherent. She wanted blood or food - whatever it was, it meant killing and eating people. I backed into the room and started to close the door, but a woman who was fleeing the dinos, rushed pass me and the 15-foot monster grabbed her and broke her body immediately. There was blood coming down her fist where she held the woman and she laughed this sort of primative-Chaka-Land-of-the-Lost laugh.

I closed the door at that point, but people were still screaming and trying to get as far away from the window as possible. I turned around and they were up against the wall as long tentacles probed the room like tongues. They grabbed another guy and he went out the window.

I turned back to the door and opened it again. The woman was gone. I walked outside and I was on a cement patio that was high above the airport, but I couldn't see anything through the fog. I started to make my way to the other door on the far side.

Then I was in a cabin in Maine.

It was fall. The leaves were all off the trees and it was cold, but not cold enough to snow.

And the color was back on.

We were a collection of survivors, but it was like they didn't know they were survivors. We were indoors and it was a series of cabins that had been cobbled together. There were three distinct cabins, each with a wood stove and a small kitchen. The place was crowded and beds were in every room with many people sleeping together.

But nobody seemed to know there were these horrible creatures running around now. I was sitting in the center cabin, with a pot-belly stove and mattresses on the floor and one rocking chair. There was a group of girls. They were cheerleaders from a nearby school, but they had been here for awhile. As they sat and talked, one of them opened the window to cool the room down and I almost freaked.

"They can smell you," I said, getting up to close the window. "They'll come if they get a whiff."

The girls were pissy and indigent that I was telling them what to do. But as I closed the window that thing from Resident Evil, the one with the whip tounge came rumbling through the forest. It sniffed around the cabins on the outside and the fog came in to obscure all details. The girls were at the windows and upset, but nobody was screaming. They were just wordlessly terrified.

Here it gets a little fuzzy.

I know it went away, but I don't remember how. I do remember that the community grew to include a lot of kids in college. There was some frat kids who strung up a piñata and were getting drunk while trying to smash it.

I got in a fight with a few of the for pissing on this girl. The odd thing is that whenever I fight in a dream, I always move in slow motion, while they move normally. I never win. But this time I hurt them plenty. They still outnumbered me, and the swarmed me when I started to interfere with the piss-fest, but I did some damage before I went down.

Which is about where I woke up.


Yes, I am aware that large chunks of this are reminiscent of Stephen King's novella [i]The Mist[/i].

posted by Evil Wayne @ 1:49 PM