The BIG dream

From my LJ Archive

I had some perculier dreams last night. I kept waking up through the night, so one dream merged into the next rather oddly.

I seem to recall the first dream started by meeting a woman named “Ed”. She was cheerful and dark-haired, and allow about a foot taller than me. She though I was cute because of that.
So, we were trapped in this kinda hell/nexus. It was all like a drably coloured cartoon of HR Geiger, filled with Buffy/StarWars/Cartoon style abstract monsters. There was some bargaining with some, and a lot of fighting. I can’t recall if there were weapons involved. There was certainly punching and ripping bare-handed. There was a boss-creature there though, in command. Looked like and acid-yellow jellyfish flopped on the ground.
I think we escaped, but left someone else behind. There was an odd “dimensional folding”. Perhaps they got tired of us?
So, me and Ed became trapped in this otherworldly swamp.
I wonder that perhaps it was a construct, or somewhere between worlds. There was a central marshy island, covered in crab-grass. You couldn’t walk on it though. Too soft. But there was the house-boat.
The boat was built on a square barge, and was rotting apart at the seams. The white wood was criss-crossed by mold and algea, and one side was half-sunk into the water. I felt like it was the final attempt of someone to occupy this non-place. The entire world couldn’t have been more than 75meters across and 100 wide. On the other side of the water, there was another marshy bank, then nothing. It just seemed to fall away, like the whole thing had been built in some huge plastic tub, and beyond that bank was the edge of the container.
The water wasn’t all taht deep I suppose, at least not properly. It was filled with wreakage and debris. Bits of wood, old sunken boats and submerged roots. A cesspool. But there was no life here, other than the long-grasses.
The sky was a perpetual grey miasma. No day, no night, just shadowless grey light.
And there were the monsters.
Perhaps this place was a stop between worlds, or an area of space left-over in the universe. But the creatures from the hell-place came through. They folded into the little world, and would terrorise us. They’d never get too close, but they’d half-heartedly tug at the houseboat, and pull bits of wood from it. We’d end up standing on the boading ramp which rested up onto the highest part of the marshy bank, watching them. Perhaps we were safe there? They only remained in the water, and only breifly appeared inside the house.
After what seemed like a long time, and perhaps we’d returned breifly here and there to that hell-place, we saw an aircraft. A bright red sea biplane. I quickly lit up the old stove, and put on some damp wood, sending up a streamer of white smoke.
I take my hat off to the pilot of this cherry-red craft. He circled a couple of times, then throttled back sharpy, barely keeping airspeed. He banked and landed sharpy on the clearer side of the waterway. Perhaps he had some water-brakes too, as he slowed rapidly. the aircraft coasted up toward the house, and myself and Ed stepped back far up onto the ramp, afraid it wouldn’t stop in time and would hit the side of the decrepid houseboat.
The chunky little aircraft stopped inches short, the pilot grinning from under the leather cap and old brass-rimmed goggles.
I was in a house, and safe. We’d been rescued.
We’d been training. We were better prepared now. And we were going back to get who we’d left behind. But first, we needed to be tested.
There was a little model of a world in the hammok in the upstairs spare room. When you came up to it though, for it was above my own head height, it seemed that you were raised up to look over it. You eyes fell apon it, and kept looking closer. The more you looked the more detail you could see. The caught yourself, and realised you were flying. A whole planet hung before you in the same grey miasma. Bright and colourfull though against it, like the photo of a tropical beach. As I looked around myself, I realised there were others around me. Ed, and others from the house, flying in formation through the clouds of mist. Leading us was.. a small turtle with wings, and a set of aviators goggles.
There was no wind as we flew, it just was.
At some point, I realised I had a monkeys tail, and so did the others around me. It flicked back and forth, propelling us all in some improbable way.
The turtle spoke, but in words that could be heard elsewhere, as we got closer to the planet. “Coming in for landing on spire 1, sub-spire 3, sub-sub-spire 2..” announcing our arrival like an airline captain to the tower.
Ahead, growing out of the distance, was a formation much like the Devils Tower, from Close-Encounters. There were perhaps 5 of them in a row, impossibly huge. Hundreds of miles across at the top, and thousands high. As we drew closer to the surface of the first of them, we saw more spires on its top surface. We headed for the third. As if made of fractals, we saw more towers on that ones top. We headed for the second of them, and then began being able to make out the details.
On the top of the spire was a small island, surrounded by blue water. Well, not even really an island, more like a sand-bank. And shallow water. There was a que of beings standing on it and in the water, waiting to be seen to by a person sitting at a small makeshift desk.
We circled around, gauging distance, then one-by-one skidded down onto the water, trying to avoid those allready qued on the small area, probably no more than 20 meters square. I think those already there were a little annoyed by our arrival.
After that rest/testing, it’s back to Hell we go.
I seem to recall imprisoning a vampire in a cage on the wall. Some horribly gothic thing, ritualisticly cutting and bleeding him, then engaging further sharpened enclosures around him. I think the point was that as vampires will not die unless you peirce thier heart, was to obtain his still-living liver, as some sort of potent weapon.
Now, here I wonder wether I was still in sort sort of training world, as the next thing I knew, I dodged past the Yellow Jellyfish from before, and squeezed through a large vagina-like doorway. Then I was in an arena. It was a huge area, the size of a stadium. I think I’d been tricked into going in here. A horned thing, like chunky beast in Attack of the Clones sent to kill Anakin in the arena. But kinda striped, like an armadillo, but lengthwise.
Then there were the rabbits.
Somehow, we found out that the manifestaion of the other-worldly happenings was being played out like an echo, in the real world, by the lives of a warren of rabbits. It was only an echo, but it was important, so on occasion they’d fight each other through the rabbits. It felt a lot like Watership Down.
Sometimes I became one of the rabbits, to talk with them and relay messages. I think Ed was trapped or currently stationed in one of the other worlds, as I could only talk to her through her rabbit-echo. But the others, the enemy, were some wild rabbits. Our forces were protected, their warren behind large wire fences, beside a lake. But the wild rabbits wanted to get to them, because they could do serious harm by harming thier echos.
I think I had persueded my grandfather and cousin to humor me enough to come out and keep watch on the enclosure. Sure enough, we found an explosive device by the fence. The wires ran off under the rear gate of one of the nearby terrace houses. I wonder if the enemy had a RealWorld base overlooking the enclosure as we did?
I moved the device and set a piece of drain-pipe over it, to direct the blast upward, then took cover. I reasoned that if the blast went off, then the enemy would come out to see wether the fence had been breached, then invade. This way, I could find out which wild rabbit was doing this.
The device (two batteries, overloaded I think) went off and blast shot into the air. I ran forward, suddenly realising that their might be others. I had to be quick before the evil rabbits came. I made it aroudn the corner, and down the other side of the enclosure without seeing any more, though my grandfather was yelling at me for running off. I hadn’t had time to explain. As I came back up, my cousin was begining to run toward the device, and I grabbed him, and dragged him back to hiding.
I think I looked behind me and made eye-contact with a dark rabbit who had come out to investigate the result. My mind lept forward on him, and beyond his physical form.
And I was awake.

My sheets and pillow were wet with sweat. But what a dream! I could so easily expand apon it all into a full-length story I’m sure. Wow..

This is what happens when you forget to take your meds.