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We leave home heading out towards a distant goal.  We’re going to take a bus there at first but then one of us points out a different way via a back alley way of some sort.

We head down in a narrow pathway with cement wall on the left and various doors in a tall apartement building on the right.  A woman stops us and tells us the way and I open a door that leads there.  Beyond is black nothingness out of which a massive dangerous black-brown dog jumps out barking and slavering.  It feels like I fight it a sharp knife in hand stuck in its mout or throat.  Anguish at having to hurt it, fear of losing my life.

We pass by a place where peacful farmers live but they have a hidden agenda.  They give us a job to go see the guys up on the hill in the junkyard that have a hideous beast and to attack kill it?  We’re monster slayers so this should be no problem even though we’ve never done it before.

We head out over a path of narrow metal gangplanks.  The pathways end sometime and so I make and weld ones to protect us from ambush.  Momentarly I begin to question why I’m doing it and how is it that I can create these things out of nothing.  The feeling passes and we get across the other side.

Up from here is a giant junkyard ran by two man.  They are hillbillies, disfigured and strange.  They are dirty and disfigured on the face, I don’t trust them.  They seem dangerous.  I ask them about the dog beast thing, they are really proud of it and with a malicious intent tell me to look about.

The dream fills with various dangerous and disgusting worm like alien things.  A pod that looks like it’s made of tree bark but organic and ready to burst with scary appendages.  Various tencatcle like things that looks manacing and organic, a hint of a spider.

I turn around as the bad evil thing comes out of a tree pod far above in an insidious alien way slithers inside the tip of their head and travels down into their heart and comes out of their chest.  Its water like, silver and liquid as if made of silky silicone.  I’m afraid and I run away.

A realization that it’s a gardener, it grows things all around in this place we go visit the garden.

In the Garden of Worms

We step in shallow water filled with grass like growth which feels like organic earth worms.  It’s slightly spongy and slick or oily and covers the bottom of the shallow pool of crystal clear water.  We bend down at grab a handful tasting it.  The sensation flickers between that of grass, edamame, some sort of sprouts and a yummy feeling.

The worms like things move about in my mouth a little as I chew on them and they become gross and disgusting.  We leave.

Battle of Two Families

The dream shifts and becomes confusing, two demanding angry man come and want to posses the place where the garden is, we are afraid of confrontation because they are thugs and revel in voilence.  We compromise and they get their half and we keep ours.

Eventually they get greedy and want the whole place.  A battle ensues and the formerly peacful peasant like farmers become a force to be reckoned with.  We push back the thugs, my view point switches to them.  They run back through dark allies that get confusing, darkness envelops us and I can only see the back and light of the guy ahead of me.  Things obstruct our way that I cannot see, feeling of being trapped in darkness with no way out.

Suddenly a way out presents itself.

Game of Voy: Arcade

I’m a little happy ball inside a giant pinball arcade with various choices.  Everything is very colorful with strange colors that feel really happy.  I have three choices, one is about action, and there is two more but I don’t remember.  I choose the one that seems safest and easiest at the moment, the other two seem overwhelming.

I’m sitting in front of a video game console, I just finished playing a game.  I cannot recall it’s name but it was beautiful, something about sunset or twilight.  There are many other games from various consoles here.  I choose one.

Jeremy the Teacher

I’m in a classroom of my school in poland, the room is very sunny and well light.  We’re sitting at desks in pairs, I have trouble keeping up with what the teacher is saying but it feels like I’m going to remember what he says as usual anyway.  He calls me out for not listening, and I look at him noticing him clearly knowing he is Jeremy Strausser the boss of my section of the company a guy whom I hate.

We argue because he thinks I’m not learning what he’s teaching and I feel proud and confident that I’m getting everything.  I challenge him to test me at the end of the class to see what I learned, remembering similiar episode back couple of years ago at work.  I know that I’m good at absorbing everything I want to learn.

He says what if I test you on what I wrote before you got to class (I realize I was late).  I feel anger because he’s right and he’s won. I want to copy from my desk mate to make sure I win.  The class ends and everyone but two of us leaves.  We sulk at the desk and I bitch about the teacher, saying that the only reason he has power of us is because we need the grade to get a job later.  I tell the guy sitting at the teacher’s desk that you don’t need the transcript or passing grade anyway because you can fake it. I know that’ts not true though, in the end all lies are noticed.

Two other older students enter, they are drunk and rude.  I say that the teacher bought some alcohol for himself in the cabinet in the back and that they should have some so he can’t have it.  It feels like they tank me and they drink some.  The guy sitting at me is sipping on one of the beers.

I leave.

I’m looking for a place to make a phonecall to my mom or sister to pick me up.  I ask where there is a place to call home from and the lady at the door tells me it’s at the library.  I go somewhere that feels like a study room for very young kids, I’m not supposed to be here nor can I make the phone call from here.  I leave.

Swimming in an undending sea of bliss in a shallow self aware sleep of black nothingness filled with occasional faint green symbols that I cannot describe.  In and out of sleep a few times.

Brain Meat Causes and an Old Man

A dream about causes of things that are painful now, (mostly nothing specific that can be put in words) sensations, and sense of understanding.  A big round lump of pinky-brown brain like matter that feels extremely repulsive and unhealthy, an invisible line of effect leading to me right now. I hold the lump for a moment it feels sticky, like a clump of rotten meat, unhealthy and repulsive.  I don’t want to touch it again.

I sit at a table.  The Other is on the opposite side, he’s showing me something.  Beside me is an old disfigured man his skin is wrinkled as if it was a callus and he is bent and filled with anger and resentment.  He’s nasty and wants to make fun of me, and bends down to the ground and grovels and looks like he’s cleaning or kissing the ground.  I know he wants me to feel embarrased and conflicted about what I did in the past.

I did what I thought was right, and I had courage to open myself to ridicule to do it.  I came clean and told everyone there is nothing to be embarrased about, what have you done old man?  He is defeated and slinks away and disappears.  I feel proud and happy of my courage.

The Other points out those that will try to obstruct or try to get in my way.  I leave knowing I should keep an eye out.

Cigaret Lady and New Ferraris

I’m off to find someone, she’s in a bar or a dark busy place which feels like a restaurant or a bar.  She is thin and tall and attractive, has a panache to it but I know most of it is an act.  She has a cigarrete in her lips even though she doesn’t smoke, it’s all for show.  She juggles it from her heel to her mouth as she walks through the bar.  I like her alot and she’s attractive but there is no sense of attachment or desire.

I’m beside her now and there is two guys here that want to bother us.  They both are dressed in ‘hipster’ style but mostly they look really funny and hillarious to me.  One has a cigarrete in his mouth and wants to stab us with it in his hand.  The other one is grey, heavy and dull.  I barely notice him he’s dangerous but unimportant.  I remember what the Other said so I carefuly watch them and don’t make a move while remaining neutral.  I pick her up  and carry her away.  Feeling of gratefulness, her body is light, short black miniskirt and black shiney heels, friendship and wanting to protect her.

We leave the club place through the back door, I want to sneak out before those guys get a chance to do something sneaky.  Yellow ferrari or lamborghini at the front it’s mine and I get in while backing away from the direction the danger is in.  I know we have to leave quickly before they find a chance to get to us so I start driving away.

Row rumble of a powerful engine of the expensive sports car, everything here is luxurious and comfortable, I don’t know how to drive this thing well the gears or clutch are way too sensitive. I backup slowly, sensation of them changing things so I rear end a wall.  I carefully back up over the sidewalk waching most carefully for any obstructions.  Way out is open I drive out carefully because I don’t want the engine to stall, that would be very bad.

Carefully, slowly, with small hiccups, we leave.  No need to be perfect, just safe.

I’m dreaming of something large and very vast, black covered in sparkles.  I wake up suddenly and I’m in my bed in a place that feels familiar but strange.  A small whisp of darkness covered in sparks floats about me and fear courses through me with a though of ‘It’s real!’.  I stop myself from being afraid knowing that this thing is part of me.  I remember the dream I had in this dream of vastness and gold.

Run Aways on the Way to the Fortress

I become slightly more awake and look out the window.  Yellow-Red things that looks like the flying machines from Tron fly by the street, I know they are looking for me.  I check myself, how did they know I was here?  Of course, I find a transponder on me, a thick black cable stick out of it and the batteries are in it.  They are tracking me.

I tell everyone that they know where we are and we have to move now.  We pack into two cars, Mom is trying to bring someone on a wheelchair with us, I give her a skeptical look and ask her what is she doing?

We drive off, but cops are around us, it feels like they are looking for us but then they simply drive in front of us with blue lights flashing.  Are they clearing the way for us?  We are convoyed into a giant cement entrance that feels like a tunnel or a ferry.

Neck Stabbing for Treasure?

I’m in a giant cement structure that feels like an underground secret lab, or some sort of complex.  From the distance a woman approaches.  She feels faintly lizard like, slender and attractive but I think of her as an enemy.  I become invisible and pop out my energy blades, she doesn’t see me but it feels like she’s perfectly aware of me.  I jump out and sink my claws in her neck.  An impression of blood and gore guts spraying.  ‘I have you’? Feeling of being caught?

There are many of us around me, and I’m being pushed-carried as I walk to the locker.  The lizard man that feels like my friend opens it, it falls out and is supposed to hit the ground and break but I catch it skilfully.  If it hit the ground we would fail?  That was the woman’s trap, the thing inside is somehow not what it is supposed to be, and I know it’s a stainless steel key.  It activates the bomb and we have to leave right now.

The lizard man is my friend, he’s powerful and dependable and he’s going to get us out of here.  We pack into an SUV and race out.

Run Aways from The Fortress

I’m someone else far away flying away from the island where the fortress is and the city that surrounds it.  I watch a giant cataclysmic explosion rip the city apart, I hope I would get away from it but I don’t.  I die.

We’re racing out of the tunnel from the fortress away from the city.  I scream-tell-in fear everyone that we have moments before it happens.  I look back fearfully knowing that we’re all going to die.  Something from the sky, harsh radiation?  Micro waves?  Cosmic rays of some sort?  They fall on the ground and pulverize everything, ripping destroying, the city goes as if someone shot high vibration into the ground causing it to heave up.

I yell at the lizard man to get us underground, we have to have some cover from the radiation or we’ll never survive.  The waves reach us and everything becomes loud and confusing, sensation of rocks and gravel hitting the roof of the car and strange pressure and crawling on the top of the head.  The car slants down and we drive into an abandoned mine just in time.  We barely brake in time and hit the far end of the tunnel.

There are many other cars down here, ancient parkade?

It’s not over, strange smell to the air, radiation poisoning?  What about the giant boulders that will come crashing down the tunnel?  We have to move out of the car into the safer space, maybe feed on air from the tires?  This is hopeless, there is no way out.  We should just die.

End of the World

I watch the world from the orbit, its a giant dessert, almost everyone is dead.  From above on the equator a giant snake swallowing a round thing was drawn in a crude way with a finger.  Writing beside it says: ‘Faith is the only way’.

I’m traveling with a bunch of hippies in the desert world of tomorrow.  We’ve found an ancient gas tanker and are going into the main tunnels on some sort of mission.

This is stupid, I’m out of here.  I don’t like this.

I wake up.

Game of Voy: Firendly Fire

I’m standing in what feels like a very spacious well light room, almost like a control tower.  It’s filled with really realistic looking fighter-sim games.  A joystick full of fancy controls sticks out and I begin to playing.  It’s for a defense turret, I watch bunch of planes take off on a mission.  They are friendly but I want to have some fun so I target them and blow them up.

Mom walks in from the room and gives me shit yelling ‘What are you doing! Stop that!’.  I feel guilty for playing the games, the viewpoint shifts and I’m looking at myself in the defense tower from very far away.  I’m the plane I just blew up and I die?

Game of Voy: Shootem up

I’m flying a tiny ship in a shoot-them-up game.  I’ve played this before and I’m better at controlling the ship’s weapons and knowing the rules.  I easily get past the stage with obstruction-enemies and get to the boss-goal stage.

From Space to Rope Climbing

We’re on a planet far away, me, and man that feels like my dad friend and guide all at once, and his son.  We leave together in their car-spaceship and go to his place.  They really like rope climbing and I’m deathly afraid of it so we go together.  I watch a black dude practice rope climbing with the guide-father-friend guy.  It looks really hard and he’s sweating like hell.  It looks strangely sexual actually.

Now it’s my turn but instead of jumping with a rope strapped to me we go on Sheekra rollercoaster.  We hang in the seats above the drop and I’m having lots of fun not being scared at all.  Then the father-guide-frend guy reacheas around trying to unscrew a portion of the safety holders and I get really scared.  I put my hands over them saying I really need those to hold on to.

The rollercoaster drops, feeling of free fall and flying, there are no more safety holders and I fly by trees a bit too far as they smack me on the face.  Tons of fun.

We’re after the roller coaster and the guy’s sun asks me if I want to buy him some food.  I refuse because he asked me and because I want to save my money.  I feel guilty and buy two cups of peanuts for 1$, they actually cost $1.02 now, I don’t mind paying more now and I leave a bit more as a tip.  I give one to him and he’s happy.

The man and his son show me around their place trying to teach and explain things to me.

From Rope Climbing to Learning about Three-FourSomes?

At some point I find out he’s into swinging, but because he’s older and doing it with much older people I’m really grossed out.  It feels like me finding it out is an arranged accident.  I’m outside and find a cube that’s also a vagina.  I stick my hand in it trying to part it to see what’s on the other side (where the guy is having group sex) but my camera won’t get through.  It feels soft and delicious to have my hand in there but I can’t get it to do what I want,but I also do.

Train Rides to Nowhere

We’re leaving on a train ride to the destination, but I forgot my baggage.  I ask the train lady when is the next train, she says 200. I tell the guy and his son I’ll meet them there and jump out.  Old beggar lady on the train station knows where my lost baggage is and she points it out to me.  I take a strange lost train to it, but then get kick out of it.

It’s dark, and winter and cold out here.  I don’t know where I am or where I’m supposed to go.

I wake up.

I’m standing on a bridge talking to someone male, tall and fairly young.  He has blond slightly curly hair that also feels straight and we stand on a stone bridge above a fast moving train.  He’s very knowledgeable and trying to explain something hard to understand to me.

He’s telling me how the center of the mind is a particle moving-accelerator that simply has to be directed to warp along to the destination.  To demonstrate he lightly leaps off the stone bridge into the deadly fast moving trains but instead of falling to his death he flies off on a coffin under the bridge and up and above.  He comes back wearing black clothes.

Driving with the Green Guy

I begin a dream of driving in a very richly colored dream, I watch the scenery flow by me and before me is a green colored head of a being that makes me feel very unsettled and strange in the stomach.  He’s grinning and friendly though and I know he’s a friend trying to teach me something.  I become perfectly aware that this is a dream and try not to think about it since I know I’ll wake up.

I keep driving with tightly focused attention looking at him, at which point he wags his eyesbrows and blinks, I blink back and grin because I responded to him.  I lose mindfulness and the dream falls away.

Driving Take Two

It’s my turn to try what I just did again, from somewhere black and deep a dream of driving a car appears.  It’s a car that looks like Fiat 126 from poland, the back is white with very red blinkers.  I’m focusing on being relaxed and not developing any thoughts so that the dream can really set in.  I’m aware that this is a dream and it becomes more and more real, I am the dream.

I’ve driven to Winnipeg and I see that the Mohawk gas station and many of the stores are gone.  Everything here is small and like it used to be long time ago.  I turn into Jefferson and go home but end up somewhere else in the snow.  I’m going somewhere else.

We’re in an older polish town, feels like Wadowice perhaps but also feels like Main St. in Winnipeg in full bloom of summer.  We’re walking down main St. towards Crystal’s house, on the way we pass a brewey-bar full of older polish man dressed in 50-60s style clothing.  They are friendly almost like they know me, and I say hello in comfortable well known manner.  As we walk out I have a beer in my hand, one of the man offered it to us on the way out but I didn’t pay.

I consider just walking away lucky, but that’s not right they meant us to pay for it.  I go back and pay leaving a 10cent tip which is unnecessary but it makes me feel good.  We leave and the Other drinks the beer?

We get to the goal which feels sexy and friendly, feels like Crystal’s place.

How to Toss a Hoe out the Door

We’re somewhere that feels safe and homelike, a feeling of Crystal being there but also two of her friends.  One feels like Alicia, she’s a bit chunky and loud the other one is a friend of Alicia, somewhat attractive but not very.  The atmosphere is stuffy, sticky and confusing.  We’re laying a dirty mattress, Alicia’s friend wants me, and I want to fuck Alicia.

Feeling of sexual pleasure and stickiness, I stick my cock in Alicia’s friend or Alicia remembering to put on a rubber since she’s a dirty hoe that sleeps with anyone.  I enjoy the sensations for a while a feeling of arousal and bliss of group sex but mixed with stickiness and ashtray like sensation.

A feeling of a day after, or laterness.  We’re sitting around talking all three of us:  Crystal, Alicia and her Friend.  Alicia says something that betrays her intentions to take advantage, lie and decieve, backstab.  She lied about wanting to make love with us, or did it for dark-harmful reasons to us?  I become angry at her decietfulness and betrayal and grab her by her hair.  It’s blond and curled at the top, I drag her out of the apartment and throw her out the door.  She’s almost naked and it’s cold and winterlike outside.

I consider leaving her out there like that, but that’s not right.  I collect her things in a plastic bag and opening the door hand it to her.  I feel sadness and correctness.

Window Breaker

We’re outside the apartments in Kety weight training.  My friend who feels like someone who is a friend but part of me wants to compete with him is lifting weights too.  We trade various weights and have fun joking and helping each other as we weight lift.

Different game, we’re on a grassy part of the place before the apartements.  It’s sunny and the feel of the wind and day is that of a warm lazy sunny day.  The point of the game is to kick the soccer ball through the two fence posts before us.  I try it and the ball rolls away too fast from me to kick it well.  It doesn’t fly very straight.  My view point shifts and I watch the person ahead of me doing it noticing the right and wrong things.

I carefully drop the ball and kick it a bit to move it up without it rolling away from me too fast.  The idea is to not use alot of force and kick it lightly otherwise it rolls away very fast, and because I have to run after it I cannot plant a good kick.  I approach the place where I have to kick and make sure I’m on the right footing so I can kick it well.  I remember to curl my toes up, and to kick with the special place on the shoe where it’s flattened and meant to kick.

The ball flies pretty good right through where it should and hits the far wall.  It was a good kick a bit too strong and not perfect flying.  I need more practice but it was good.  I’m really happy and proud and I go away to my apartment for a while to be really happy.

My friend from the playground enters and says that they broke a window playing with the soccer ball.  The guy who’s window it is is mad and someone has to pay.  I tell him it’s no problem I’ll cover it (I have insurance?) and I’ll go talk to him.

I walk down and around the apartement block ahead of mine and check out the damage.  An image of a broken apartement window flies through my mind with big sheets of window damage and damage inside the house, but in actuallity the broken window is in a door leading into the apartements.  The door is mahogany wood with slits of glass, one of them is broke where the ball hit with chunks of glass laying around.

The guy who lives there is very angry and I’m slightly scared, but I made a promise so I go to his place.

Eye Poker

I stand before his place which is very open with a white board in the back covered in color-marker drawings and paintings.  There are very powerful words and books around it and as I look at it a horror movie begins playing.

A boy is sitting taped to a chair, while a man before him in a strange metal mask around his bottom part of the face scares him to death by making it look like he’s putting a shard of broken glass into his (the man’s) eye.  The shard never touches the man’s eye but the boy thinks that it’s ripping right through, and more importantly he’s scared to death because it feels like it’s his eye.

I stand before the blackboard again, thinking about what I just watched.  It doesn’t make sense somehow.  Why would the man be trying to scare the kid?  And why hasn’t the kid caught on that he’s not doing anything?  It was an illusion, something about the metal handkerchief on the man’s mouth covered in colored patterns?

Kevin is here, I’m slightly scared and surprised to see him (was he the man from the horror part?).  For some reason I say ‘that’s some very interesting writting you have around here’ meaning around the white board.  I tell him because I want him to know I saw something he was supposed to keep hidden.  The white board is now covered only in the pretty patterns as before, red, blue connecting like ripples of water.  The books and things around the whiteboard are gone.  I get lost in the beauty of the whiteboard patterns.

I’m on a pleasant beach of some sort, the sun is warm and there is people nearby.  Out from above somewhere a dark fleshy ball drops ontop of a young man, as it touches the ground a sinkhole develops swallowing him along with the tree.  I watch this happen and think of how horrible that is, that he was swallowed by the thing that grew under the ground from the fleshy egg-sack thing.  Horrible teeth lurk right under the ground in the sinkhole, and I know that poisonous infestation has started under it.

A hole opens up nearby, it’s like an ant hill but inside are voracious teeth ready to consume anything that falls in and spit out infestation.  A man slips nearby and falls in and is immediately eaten, a bug that looks like a giant weevil walks out it looks extremely dangerous, impression of teeth that will rip and rend anything it attacks.  I’m horrified and I back off.

I know that this is just the start that other things will come up from the ground and there is no escape from them.  They are all poisonous and contagious to be bitten by one is to become them.

I ran away to home which is a frail shack like trailer, I know that soon flying ones will be about and they are very hard to evade.  Crystal is here, she’s trying to help me.  I have to get dressed in protective gear because I need to get to work, and to get to work I have to go outside into the infested area where the alien-infestation-bugs roam.  The house is pretty airtight so they can’t get in easily, but eventually they will work their way in.

I need to put on my pants, the ones I have on stink.  There is a dark patch on my ass, did I soil myself?  No way, I must have sat down on something wet.  I put them to wash and pick a fresh pair from the dressed and put them on.  I need a rebreather mask, the fly-bugs are hard to kill before they sting you, but the worst are the poison clouds.  You can’t defend against those, if you breath it in you’re done for and you become them.

I stand before the door out, I need my sword so I can kill the bugs as they attack me.  Not the black one, the silver one.  It’s right there and I feel relief that I have it, just holding it makes me more confident and calm I can take them on outside.  But I know it’s just a matter of time before they infest everything, this has happened before, even if we make the house as airtight as possible they get in through tiny cracks and soon take over.  Not this time though!

I had an emergency plan and dug an underground bunker, it’s totally bug proof with thick metal door and special pressure differential mechanism so that nothing can get in.  It’s of huge thick cement and thick metal but very cramped, there is not much space in here so I leave for now.  It’s deep underground too but I know the alien enemies have a thing that travels underground and can swallow it and try to eat it.  Eventually it will fail too.

I’m back in the house now, knowing that I have to go out.  Barry comes through the door, he says ‘It’s not so bad out there right now actually.  You just have to watch out for the little ones.’  I feel less afraid because he’s saying this, and a man-being-operator falls though the kitchen side door.

He’s one of the alien infestation beings, he’s the operator of the bug-cow-shooter.  It’s like a giant slug and he is organicly plugged into it it.  He’s laying on the floor and I slowly change my mind from him being an enemy to a friend. A part of him is like a long elongated penis with horrible disgusting bug larvage shooter at the end.  A bug crawls out of it half-formed and dies.  I know he’s not going to harm anyone anymore.

A transmission from the alien controller?  A green-blue screen covered in interface lines, the transmission is poor but for us.  It feels like propaganda, or lies meant to confuse us.  Image that suggests that by doing this everything is like having sex, an image of a woman on a gym bicycle while doing dishes and listening to music, she’s experiencing sexual pleasure as she’s doing these things.  Is that a vibrator in her pussy?

All this seems insidious, green and poisonous somehow, I feel like I’m being confused or brainwashed to join them.  I turn away from the tv-transmission.

Got a Job

I’m in an office of some sort of work place, the work is pretty mundane but the guy who’s the boss really appreciates my talents and wants me to work for him.  He offers me the job and I accept.  It’s pretty no thrills place, but I know I will be appreciated for doing a good job.  I leave happy that the pay is really good too, 100k.  I can’t wait to tell Crystal.

Filming Winnipeg with Mom

We’re in a familiar place, that feels like some old place I used to know very well.  Maybe Winnipeg or Kety?  We’re shooting a film there about some sort of pair of very beautiful people dancing and having fun but they did this on their own long time ago and I’m just filming the place they were at.

I think it’s a pity to just leave the camera doing all the work so I pick it up and try to shoot an artsy image of a far away landscape of trees that are not trees that look beautiful.  Mom is here and we leave together enjoying the scenery we’ve both known together long ago.

I’m in the dream of being the Witcher, I enter some sort of deep minelike labyrinth.  The entrance is square with stone like outline around a slick brown earthlike material.  The passage quickly heads deep down.

I’m standing on a narrow platform in an Escher like space where passages, and stairs fold and follow each other in odd directions and angles.  Deep down in the middle is a huge emptiness that goes on down to the unending bottom.  Everything is shades of brown and grey, the space is dim and dark with yellow light everywhere.

I stand before a ladder that leads up into a stone like entrance or passage in a very confusing way, my guide is here he feels like an older wisened man.  I try to go up the ladder into the correct entrance but part of me is afraid and I twist and turn away and fall to the top of the dungeon.

The entrance is up ahead, with a square of daylight in it.  I’m very hurt from the fall even though I rolled expertly and avoided death.  I walk slowly down as I heal.  A creature is ahead it looks like a humanoid rat with orange-red fur, I reach back behind my head and draw the silver blade.  It’s light, and balanced and brings a feeling of fluidity and spaciousness to my mind as I wield it.  The creature feels like an enemy but I don’t really want to fight it, it’s grotesque but somehow beautiful at the same time.

I turn away from that direction even though I know I have to cross the room it is in.  To my left behind a door a whole pack of creatures awaits.  One of them is a horrifying thing of string like muscle or wool that resembles a horse.  It’s dark read and meaty somehow with two eyes peering at me.  Various other strange and unknown beings are in there and the door creeps open.  I’m ready for them, even though I don’t really feel like attacking.  I step back and dodge something as I do.

Down behind me is a giant angry thing that looks like giant golem of glowing blood or lava.  It’s head is misshapen or missing and in its hand it carries a huge ball of something harmfull.  It just threw it at me and I dodged it automaticly out of habit.  I consider running at it and attacking, but I don’t feel it’s necessary or a good idea.

I turn down the corridor to the yellow light room where the rat-being is.  The light is fuzzy and warm in a beautiful way.  I step in, switching my blade to the iron-rusty one and attack.  I combo easily into a few sword strokes and the monster disappears as things get dark and slightly more dangerous.  From behind me the things trapped in the prison room spill forth and surround me.  I quickly switch back to the silver blade, this is going to be serious work.

Most of them are small and harmless goblin like things but one of them leads them.  The being is huge and fat like a cross of Jabba the Hut and a human merchant with rich clothes on.  The goblins bring out a cannon that shots a little spinning spiral thing, I try to swap it away but they chant that I can’t destroy it.  It flies in my face and buzzes around myhead.  I leave it be and ignore it and it goes back into the launcher.

I trun to face the leader merchant thing.  He is beautiful while being grotesquly shaped, diamonds and sparkling things line his body like jewels on a tiny silver string.  I notice that my sword has become a string of diamonds which I twirl in a circle trying to hit him with it like with a sword but it just won’t swing that way.   I manage to hit him few times, but it ends up being more like a stroke of devotion or kindness then anything.  He smiles at me as I think that this is silly and I should stop.

The With and the Golden Sword

I’m standing in front of a woman in white gown or dress, her face is pale and not really human the features are thin somehow as if they were squished and flattened at the same time.  In her hands is a blade of pure gold liquid light I can feel it as she grasps it and thanks me for bringing it to her.  Enormous joy and happiness fills me, the blade which looks very molten and featurless is so bright and warm in the darker room we are in, perhaps a prison deep under ground?

Understanding floods my mind and I tell myself that this was always the goal of the witches right from the time when they took me to the tip of the tower.  A feeling of connection and oneness, a strange man appears, he is pale and very muscular at the top of his body, ropes of muscles are visible under his shoulders chest and upper stomach but his stomach is strangley flabby and messed up.  I’m disgusted by the contrast of his beauty and ugliness and somehow he feels like my enemy even though he’s trying to cuddle up to us as we rest.  I realize that he simply wants to join in the openess and allowing him to do it would be an act of kindness.

Game of Voy: Zombie Smashing

I’m in some sort of town, and I see a map leading to another town through the zombie area.  I have to get there that’s my quest.  I head off and see myself as little figure trying to make it to the entrance to the next area.  I use my Blast Power to push the zombies away when they get close to buy myself enough time to meld into the entrance to the next town.

It gets very hard and I can’t really do it anymore so I watch someone else play and pay attention carefuly so I can follow.  He gets to the boss area where an Alien like figure that feels like a chimera or a woman begins to attack.  I forget I was not playing and begin to control myself, as I avoid attacks.  The boss creature which feels like Death breaths a fire attack and I try to avoid it by stepping into a little door at the top but that’s a mistake and I fall out with virus like acid webs on me and roll on the ground in pain.

I learn that this was a trap, and simply skip around the attacks of the Death woman alien as I trace back the power lines on the stage.  I focus on the tracing and suddenly they are all clean, its empty and lifeless here, only the door remains.  But it hurt me horribly before so I’m afraid to go in.  I step in and it opens.

A car stands in a tiny little storage space, on it a blue sparkling pattern.  I take or absorb it with joy and sense of accomplishment.

As I leave a voice scolds me for not making it to the town I was supposed to get to and only going part of the way.  I respond that it was best I could do.

School of Gameshow Host

I’m behind a table with an experienced woman whom I value and trust very much.  A whole audience is before me in a giant TV-show auditorium.  I’m the host of this show and a microphone is in my hand.  I don’t know what to say but I have to say something so I gather up the courage and with good feeling say “How’s everyone doing?!” they respond with claps and say they are well, I feel extremely proud that I was not afraid to say this.  The woman who is with me at the table that looks and feels like a classroom table says I did very well.  There are crayons and crude kid drawings on the table and a backpack so I pack and leave.

I’m on my way back from school in Kety and walk over the green grass in a summery warm day.  A sidewalk ahead leads to the apartment home, but there is barbed wire fence before it so I have to take the long way.  I think I should take the short way and jump across the fence.  I do that but the fence begins to weave and bend as I get to the top and I’m not sure if I could make it across without being cut up by the barb wire.

I jump down to the ground and lay on the ground, it feels good to rest.  A girl coming back from school approaches me.  She’s wearing a tiny deep blue miniskirt uniform and looks really thing and playful.  She twirls over me and wants me to get up, asking why I’m lying here.  It’s really fun because she’s super playful and I keep hoping she twirls her miniskirt over my face so I get to see her cooch.

I laugh because I know she knows this and it’s the whole point of the game, so I get up and smile at her.  She has little pigtails and reminds me sort of little Monika.  I like her and feel light and happy.  She smiles and asks me something like “Why are you coming home from football?”  I look at myself and I’m wearing a sparkling jersey like thing of white and blue, I laughing answer back “I don’t know, I don’ t even like football”.  As she leaves she leaves a feeling of I should pick another sport to come home from.  I briefly wonder what sport I’d like, soccer?

I head home on the cement path. (there is more but it’s too fuzzy).

I’m in a large spacious house that opens onto a beautiful garden.  The porch is made of light white painted wood with huge windows and plenty of space on the inside.  The feeling is that of spaciousness, beauty and relaxation.  An impression of beautiful flowered trees on the outside.

Someone is going to be coming here, possibly breaking in.  I try to close the doors that separate the porch from the inside of the house but they come out of the rails in my hand and become too small and brittle.  I can’t fix this, I should leave it alone.

I go inside the house, with a strong feeling that the stranger-friend which is going to be coming is coming.  He approaches dressed in dark clothing he has a heavier set of body and long hair.  Somehow he makes me think of a thug, theif or a dark samurai. He notices me ready for him so he retreats back to his place, he wants to surprise me to take something from me.

It’s dark in the house now, and I lay in bed.  I wake up suddenly knowing that the thief-thug approaches.  It’s dark in here and he won’t know where I am, he expects me to be in bed.  I hide around a corner of the wall and get ready to surprise-ambush him when he arrives.

The enemy steps around the corner, I immediately draw my knife-blade which feels like a serrated kitchen bread knife but very long.  I swing it to his neck and put the blunt point at his neck.  At last minute I make sure not to hurt him.  He knows he’s trapped, I gesture for him to give up his-mine sword.  It’s light, and thin, crude but still very sharp with curved edge.  As he does this, we become friends and we walk out of the room together.

We’re in Gierczyce now, and my friend is about to leave.  His car is stalled though, it looks like an older car of mine (Reliant K car?).  I ask him what’s wrong, he says it doesn’t want to start.  I ask if it ticks when he turns the key and he says yes.  I tell him it’s most likely a battery-starter problem.  A feeling of forgetting something.. where is the sword, shouldn’t I have it to give it to him? I want to help him somehow with his problem.

My friend is about to leave, he is now in an old car of my familiy, it’s blue and looks just like it (I forgot the make, Zastawa?).  He gets in and begins to leave, there is a slight feeling of dislike for him, and I try to figure out why?  He’s from my dad’s side of family and I decide it’s because I never liked being at their household.  It was poor and unpleasant and I never felt welcome.  I’m glad he’s leaving.

Blades, chains and girls

I’m standing in front of the Gierczyce house after my friend has left, beautiful undescribable flowers line the fence and as I pass my gaze towards the house an enemy appears.  Man I could really use a chain-whip.  It’s clearly a girl or woman, pleasant somehow but made of shiny black motorcycle or bike chain.  Her head, neck, body arms and neck are not really human but are.  She looks like a flower made of black chain that is somehow extremely human with a face.  I’m supposed to fight her.

I have the sword I got from the guy who left in my left hand, a black chain appears in my right hand.  I make few experimental whiping motions at the girl trying to fight her but it all feels akward and wrong.  I want the thing from her, so why don’t I simply take it?  I reach out and grasp the black chain-flower-person and carry it inside the house.  It doesn’t really matter anymore if I have it or not, and I realize that She wanted me to want it.

I lose all interest in it knowing this is the correct action and walk into the furnace-storage room of the house and put it away.  In the distance up above on the stairs I hear a girls voice say in frustration ‘Why doesn’t he want to have it?’, I know she can’t control me if I don’t want it.  I’m happy, it’s better for both of us.

Driving through Kety

I’m in Kety near the center of the city, I’m looking for someone who is working or something in a store on the road up ahead to the right.  I turn into the side street even though it’s very tight and I barely fit in there.  Is he here?

Fists are Supreme

A vauge impression of a dream where someone wants to fight with me and wants to use a gun, instead I tell him that if you really want to settle something be man enough to use fists.  Impression of a fight where I hit something or someone really hard.  Bruised knuckles, idea of giving and recieving, nothing gained with nothing lost.

I’m in a middle of a house, it feels like it’s our house, after a party or a gathering of some sort.  In the distance is the living room, a wooden dinner table and a brown like sofa with a carpet on the floor.  The floor feels wooden.  A pair of human like beings are here, their faces are flat on one side as if they were stuck together, no one can seem them yet.

They crawl out from under the sofa, and come together stuck at their right cheeks.  Their faces are disfigured and uneven, square like with molten features somehow.  Black hair, disheveled clothes, skin glistening like a burn victim some time, and normal pale another time.

They keep stuck together because he (their victim) cannot see them until they come apart, suddenly they do and leap at him under the couch and tear him apart.  They feed on him though I do not see this, only a hazy image of twisting legs in pain.

I’m next, and I’m in the kitchen.  It’s brighter here, white walls with pale blue tiles on the walls perhaps.  An impression of clean white kitchen sink and me kneeling before the cupboard underneath.  The sisters are above and behind me, they are carring a giant ribcage, wet and picked clean of meat.  It’s slimey in an organic way.  I want to protect myself but know there is no point, so I make it easier for them and crank my head back so they can hit it with the torso easier.

A hammer in my hand I’m smashing the decayed torso apart into pieces, sense of freedom, relief, fear turned into wrathfullness.

I wake up tingling with the memory of the dream.

Dog Riding

It’s summer, hot and pleasant.  I’m off to visit my house or friend and I’m on a large brown short haired dog.  We depart on the trip and I think how heavy I must be on the poor things back.  It gets out from under me and regretting the loss of control of my mount we go to the yard to drink from the fountain.  Smell of summer in the air mixed with cool scent of water in warm dusty air of an automotive backyard?

Don Quixote Must Die!

I’m somewhere in  middle of a snow watching someone ride forth with another figure on a funny walking donkey-horse behind him.  I know it’s Don Quixote and I’m jealous of them having so much fun.  I have a giant pole-stick in my hand and I leap using it after the pair through the snow.

I follow them around a giant grey looking building to my left through the snow, using the leaping pole to jump over the snow.  We come around the corner into a warm summer air, green grass and flowers.

A fence is behind me, and Don Quixote on his funky donkey-horse ahead of me.  I’m going to kill him!  He hollers a challenge and shoots an arrow into the fence beside me.  On it are words of challenge, and it struck the fence hard and strong.  I become afraid because he seems like a fearsome warrior if he could shoot like that.

I’ve made a decision however, and I have to stick with it.  I consider throwing my pole like a pear to take his head off, but instead I jump-fly past him and wack him side ways across the head like with a broom.  This seems funny and ridiculous at the same time, and the dream begins to break up.  I consider that I should have stuck his spear into the ground as he charged me, and the dream shifts to his point of view as he does it.

I wake up.