Another crazy ass dream

I am sleeping on an international flight. The cabin is a completely dark except for a white light bordering the door of the cockpit. I am awakened when I feel the plane begin to descend. Looking out the window it’s nothing but dark clouds, bolts of lightening, and flashes of red. The pilot announces on the loudspeaker that because of the storm we will have to fly rather low and though the plane begins to spiral, the decent is calm and I feel safe.

The plane is forced to land and proceeds down an empty street, what looks like London only the roads are rather wide. Narrowly missing power lines the pilot announces the plane has been taken over by Satan and suddenly we are thrust into a cold icy river by the devils rage. I remember that my sister and my grandfather are also somewhere on the flight and realize neither can swim, but that I can only search for and save one. My grandfather (by the way I have never met either of my grandfathers- one died long before I was born and the other left my parent long before they were born) is an old white man, and in realizing he is old I recall he has lived his life fully and that it is my sister I am meant to save. Unfortunately, I cannot find her.

Suddenly, I find myself on a sunny boardwalk at an ANZ cash machine. I need $400 to help me as I try to find my sister. I am not certain if she has drowned, and even though I have no proof she is alive I hope that, like me, she is trying to find her way home and perhaps if I also head home she and I will cross paths. The cash machine sadly does not give me any money. Instead it gives me a note. The note appears very old- it is typed out using a type writer on paper that has turned brown with age. It tells me to go to a shop at the end of the boardwalk to collect my money. Frustrated and confused I run to the end of the boardwalk and enter a small shop full of knick knacks. An old bell signals my entrance and a taxidermy owl resting above the doorway stares down at incoming patrons. The store is cluttered with stuff, a woman tries on a skirt in the corner, while the setting sun tells me its twilight and I am losing precious time. An old woman sits behind the counter. She wears a long tight dress made of black lace the cuffs of her dress are long and flowing over old wrinkled hands with long nails. I give her the note. She goes the register and produces two vouchers. “Visit the website to get your money” she tells me.” “Visit this website to get my money? What the fuck! I don’t have time for a scavenger hunt I just want my money so I can go home.” “Visit the website to get your money” she repeats looking down at some paper work. “Fuck!” I say before leaving the shop.

Its getting dark outside, and I know its not safe, after all for some reason Satan is pissed off at the passengers aboard my flight and so I know I have to quickly find a place to stay. I remember I know someone in the area. A friend of mine who lives here with her mother and so I run to the house before it gets dark. The friend turns out to be Anna Carloni from my days living in the UC Berkeley cooperative Hoyt Hall. Anna has a spare bed in her room. She says I can stay the night and I can also use her computer to visit the website to get my money.

The room is small and pink with no windows. I feel miserable inside it. A visit to the website tells me that cashing out on my vouchers equals a donation of 30% of the withdraw amount to the US Military. I am pissed off. I need the money, but I certainly do not want to fund the US Military, but it appears that if I want to access any of my money a donation is required. “Perhaps,” I start to think, “I can earn money as I go so I don’t have to take money from my account.” I decide to sleep on it.

The following morning as I am getting dressed I feel as though I am being watched and I notice from the corner of my eye a very strange doll, about a foot high, is watching me. Sitting upright its body is covered in thick black fur, but it has the hands and feet of an infant. The face is also human, but it is that of a young man, handsome and in his mid twenties with black hair and blue eyes, wearing something that resembles a gas mask of sorts. His face, hands and feet are plastic, but his piercing blue eyes are distinctly human. As I turn to make eye contact his eyes suddenly shift and freeze to stare into space directly ahead of him. Half dressed I walk over to the doll, lean into his face and say, “ I know you are alive so you may as well talk to me.” His eyes blink and stare into mine. Suddenly he blows out a gust of air to push the mask off his face to rest on the top of his head. This, and all future movements, suggest that he can only move his head, but something tells me he has the ability to move his entire body. For some reason he chooses to hide this from me. I am immediately suspicious, but I decide to talk to him to emphasize the fact that I know he is alive, and cannot catch me by surprise.

“Have you watched many women change?” I ask as he turns his head almost 180 degrees to keep eye contact with me as I walk to the other side of the room towards my bag. “Yes,” he explains in a calm unnerving voice, “I have watched many women dress and undress.” His voice is kind, but he sounds slightly bitter and hateful. “Any real horror stories or have most been pleasant?” I ask. “Most are young women so everyone has been relatively attractive.” “What are your thoughts of me?” I question starring directly into his eyes. He pauses for a moment, looks towards where I was sleeping, and answers, “You look very peaceful when you sleep. You have beautiful lips.” “I get that a lot,” I reply. Then I take up my bag and keeping eye contact with the doll I exit the room and find myself on the street.

At this point, I was woken up by a noise in my flat (this is in real life), and I am awake for a few seconds before I go back to sleep. I return to the same dream. I am on the boardwalk again, walking and hoping that my sister has not drowned. Then in the distance I see her. She is alive and smiling, and the last bit of my dream that I can remember is of me crying because I am so happy. I am laughing and crying as I walk towards her. Then I officially wake up.