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?"