Double Agent

Preface: Before reading the account of this dream I would like to say a few things up front. I did not take any medication/drugs before having this dream nor do I promote the use of such things to provoke dreams like this. It is also hard to give the same feel of some dreams through text alone, so if some are not as entertaining or you don't think the written account did it justice talk to me and I will tell you the story orally. Otherwise if you have any comments or questions about the dream please leave them in the comment section and I'll respond as soon as I can. Expect new posts on this blog every Tuesday. (My apologies for this late post.)

Dream: I am in my old high-school setting up lights and sound for a production. After fiddling with knobs, sound levels, and buttons I decide to head towards the edge of the balcony and I look below. I see the stage bustling with stage hands moving furniture, cardboard, spotlights, and wires to different places. "All the cues seem to be written and finished Sam, good work. Head down to the stage and we'll do notes." I turn my head and see an approving face wave good-bye as they leave the sound booth. I decide it is time for me to leave as well. I push through the heavy double doors that lead out to the hallway. As I walk to the staircase I admire the checkered floor and the blue lockers that I remember so well. The daylight blinds me as I walk past one of the many large windows at my school. The ground floor hallway is pristine and empty. I tell myself I must be working on a summer production.

As I enter the theater everyone is working on a prop item or a piece of the set. I decide to look at pictures of past shows on the back wall while I wait for everyone to finish. Most of the pictures are a little bit more blurry than I remember but I can still make out the basic scenes that were captured. As I pace the back wall I hear a whisper from the ground. I look by my feet and I find a small grate on the wall by the floor. I kneel down to see what is in the grate. I am greeted by a sickly looking creature. A man's head was on the other side of the grate. Though I could not be sure if this person was entirely human. This man had slicked back pale blond hair with pale tight skin to match. But the eyes were the most concerning. His eyes were almost the size of a peach. Though the shape of his eyes were more like the pit of one. The actual eyes themselves reminded me of a crocodile's. Then a thin and tired but aggressive voice began.
"Please you must help us, they keep us locked down here!" I peered behind the sickly man and saw many others like him moving molten matter and turning cogs of a large apparatus to what end I wasn't sure. I looked back at him and asked,
"Who keeps you locked down here?"
"We've been at war with the mountain men and they have locked us away in here forcing us to do their bidding."
"Look I know this school, and I have never seen any mountain men."
"You haven't seen anything like us either I bet."
I paused and I had nothing to argue with because he was right. He soon after continued,
"There are more things here then you know boy! They hide themselves in plain sight to go unnoticed."
"Well then how am I supposed to help you?"
"If you are going to help us you will need to see like us, hold still." Large pale hands erupted from the grate and clenched either sides of my head. The man's pupils began to widen and before I could get his hands off a sharp pain filled my skull. I fell and cringed on the floor until the pain faded away.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see my world in a tint of blood red. One of the stage hands had come to see if I was alright. I got up and dusted myself off while trying to not look completely freaked out. Though the red was an awful way to view the world I could see inside the stage hand's body. The human body is a horrifying thing to see at work. Different odd shaped blobs constantly pushing and pulling liquids in all sorts of directions. The stage hand soon looked down at his shirt,
"Did I spill some ketchup or something?"
"No you're fine, I need to go back stage, I'll see you later." I walked down the center aisle of the theater. As I walked towards the stage I checked the people I passed to make sure they weren't something else. Everyone checked out except for the piano player, who was being operated by a small nymph-like creature inside him with a series of levers. I decided that could wait and I took one of the side stage entrances. Despite the darkness of the side entrance I could navigate the hallway with ease because of my new vision. I saw a stage hand carrying lumber down steps and realized he was another of the pale skinned creatures that I saw in the grate. He looked me up and down, winked and went on his way.

I searched behind the set, on stage, and the music room that was attached but found nothing. I decided to go outside and get some air. The door flew upon with the slightest effort by my hand and the sunlight punched my eyes in the face! I stumbled down the steps leading to the parking lot. I breathed heavily as I stared at the road because I refused to subject my eyes to another helping. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the piercing light the ground began to shake. Suddenly I was encompassed by shade and I heard a rocky baritone from high above me.
"Good afternoon Sam, do you have anything to report about the Slizinies?"
I slowly looked up to see a towering Goliath peering down at me.
"Uhhh, excuse me?"
"Did you find no new information? Sam, we don't have time for games! They are creating some great weapon that will destroy our race as we know it! We don't want to destroy your entire high-school but we'll do whatever it takes to find them."
I looked up at the the school and saw another Goliath shredding through the roof as if it was gingerbread cookie. He turned his head saw me and jumped from the roof. His landing resulted in major rips in the parking lot. This other Goliath swooped his head downward, inches away from my face and asked me,
"Sam, what happened to you?"

Down the Virginian Rabbit Hole

Preface: Before reading the account of this dream I would like to say a few things up front. I did not take any medication/drugs before having this dream nor do I promote the use of such things to provoke dreams like this. It is also hard to give the same feel of some dreams through text alone, so if some are not as entertaining or you don't think the written account did it justice talk to me and I will tell you the story orally (for those of you who are giggling because I typed "orally" all I can say is *wink*). Otherwise if you have any comments or questions about the dream please leave them in the comment section and I'll respond as soon as I can.

I'm in a nice looking diner with a black and white checkered floor. I'm sitting at a small round table with a cup of hot liquid, judging by the style and size of the mug I think I got a coffee or an espresso. A tall man with slicked back hair and thick glasses walks into the diner and approaches me as soon as he enters. He looks me up and down and says,
"You should marry my daughter!" I was flabbergasted at the suggestion. He beckons me with his left hand and leads me outside the diner to talk with me. While walking away from the diner I was surprised to see the exterior of the diner was more like a castle. The pathway I walked upon was cobblestone and the stone walls had ivy crawling up the majority of it. The tall man began again,
"My daughter is a young Ethiopian and she loves well-to-do white men." At this point I woke up because of a loud noise in my room, but returned to sleep almost instantly.

I found myself back in the diner at a similar table. Shortly after enjoying a sip of whatever I was drinking this time some person that I hadn't seen before ran up to me and shouted,
"Get into the cave quick!" I had no idea what this person was talking about but as I mulled it over I noticed the diner was collapsing all around me. The floor began to crumble near my table so I looked around for something and sure enough a section of the diner was a cave. I sprinted towards the cave and dove in.

The cave turned out to be more of a pit in the beginning because I found myself falling indefinitely. As I watched the rounded walls of the pit fly by me a voice below me shouted,
"Watch out for Lancelot!" I looked up to see a knight in full armor falling head first down the pit. He had his sword drawn and was hacking away at any and all bramble stuck along the sides of the pit walls.

When I landed I was on a large rock platform. I found that I was in the company of a few others. The few that had escaped the diner via the cave included a waitress, the manager, Lancelot, and myself. We began to travel further into the cave hopping from platform to platform because these platforms were surrounded by a sea of lava. Our exploring brought us to a fork in the cave. The waitress looked at us and said,
"I'm not sure which way will take us to the young Ethiopian woman." I freaked out but slowly turned towards her and asked,
"Does she really like well-to-do white men?" The whole group stared at me with awe and wonder in their eyes. The waitress exclaimed,
"You are the profit that has been foretold! Lead the way!" So I guide the group to the best of my ability. We eventually come to a small chamber within the cave with a large pool of lava inside. As we approached it a large beast began to rise from the lava. Everyone in the party excluding myself screamed,
"Oh No! It's the Maitre D'!" The beast wore glasses and wielded a large pen and a clipboard which I could only assume had menacing reservations on it. Lancelot began to draw his sword and the waitress pulled out a rolling pin smacks it in the palm of her hand threateningly. I blinked and before I can realize what happened the waitress and Lancelot had slain the beast.

As everyone was gathering themselves after the excitement I found a small path that went further into the cave. The path lead to small room with a tiny platform in the center of it. Sitting cross legged on the platform was a small Ethiopian girl in chains. As we entered the room she opened her eyes and said,
"You have found me at last, so I can finally escape this slavery." We free her from the chains and she runs to a certain rock in the wall. With the might of a titan she removed the rock from the wall and we saw before us an exit from the cave. We all crawl through the space and we found that we were in colonial Virginia! We decided to forge a town for ourselves.

Over the next few days the Ethiopian girl, Lancelot, the waitress, the manager, and myself raised houses and made a large town...I wake up.