Chattering Monkeys

Orpheus · Joined: 20 Apr 2007 Posts: 250

My dream started off at my High School, where I was taking Chinese final exam. The exam was actually in a bathroom. Adele was there and we were chatting, though I can’t remember what we were talking about. At one point we mixed up our text books, but I found mine because I had sheets of paper in it. There was a hole in the ceiling and rain was coming through and soaking all of us. Adele and I had to sit in a single chair directly underneath the hole in the ceiling, so the two of us managed to squeeze into my fuzzy jacket to try to stay dry.

After the “exam” was over (there never was a scene where I took the exam, but I just knew that was why I was there) I left the room and went to the parking lot to the parking lot with Adele. Unfortunately, I was distracted because I thought I would see someone I would recognize, and in that time Adele walked away and I couldn’t find her again, and she was supposed to give me a ride home. I went to the parking lot, hoping to see her or find someone else I knew who would give me a ride home. I continued looking for people I would recognize, because the people who were freshman and sophomores when I was in high school would still be there, as juniors and seniors. However, I didn’t find anyone (it was not raining). In the front parking lot was my old bus driver sitting in the driver’s seat of a bus. I asked him if he still went by my old neighborhood (in my dream I recalled to myself how I didn’t live in my old house anymore, but I had an apartment that was close to it). He told me he only had room for 10 kids on the bus, and the bus was already full. He seemed strangely angry at me about it. At that time I noticed he was driving the short bus.

I went to the main bus ramp, hoping some of the other buses were running. It was 11am when I took the exam, though I think it was 2pmor 3pm when I got to the bus ramp. There was only one bus there that was at least an hour early. I stepped into the bus as asked the bus driver if she would be able to take me home. The bus was really loud and I had a hard time understanding her. The bus driver looked a lot like Beverly from Shafer, though maybe a few years younger. In my dream I recalled that she looked a lot like someone I knew who lived in Tennessee (In my dream I mixed up Beverly and the woman from the bank). She said she would take me home because she had a while before she had to pick up the kids from school. She drove onto Broad Street, and this section of broad looked a lot like the area around Short Pump. However, after only a short time she pulled into a small neighborhood. I asked her where she was going but she didn’t answer. As it turns out, she drove me to her house. The entire neighborhood was just a culdasak off of the side of Broad St. She took me inside, and I was really worried about what was going to happen. I just wanted to go home. I thought that the house looked a lot better than I expected for her. It was very small and ranch style. The front door went straight into the living room. To your immediate right was the kitchen, and the only thing separating the kitchen and living room was the linoleum floor and an island. To the left were two doors, presumably leading to bedrooms. There was a small hall leading to one of the doors from the living room, and this section of the house had strange flooring. It was a mixture of linoleum and tile, and none of the pieces matched together. They all had different shapes and different designs. I complimented her on it. On the couch in the living room was bright red lingerie. The living room was cluttered overall, and the counters from the kitchen continued into the living room. I thought she lived alone, but she actually had a roommate, who walked into the living room at one point. At some point Beverly changed into the lingerie and was trying to flirt with me. I kept resisting because I wanted nothing to do with her, I just wanted to go home. I kept trying to walk to a different corner of the house and hoped she would tire herself out chasing me. At one point I walked into the kitchen.

I looked at the trashcan and it was really weird looking. It was brown, and the lid of the trashcan looked like it had teeth. It scared me. Beverly walked into the kitchen to follow me and try to seduce me. She laughed strangely like I said a funny joke, but I don’t remember saying one. All of the sudden the trashcan ate her. It just swallowed her whole, it was only a flash and she was gone. Naturally I freaked out. Her roommate came out and asked what was going on and I told her the trashcan ate Beverly. She of course thought I had gone crazy and murdered Beverly, but I showed her how weird the trashcan was and pointed out that it had teeth, and she seemed to notice just for the first time that she had a crazy trashcan.

I tried to run away, but as I was leaving one or two boys came into the house. I say one or two because the boys started wrestling, and I can’t remember if it was two boys or if I was one and wrestling the boy who just walked in. One of them may have been my brother. Either way, two guys took off their shirts and started wrestling in the living room. I thought it was wholly inappropriate but funny regardless. All of the sudden a piece of Tupperware from the living room counter ate them (just one if I was in fact one of the wrestlers, both if I wasn’t). The roommate and I freaked out again; all of the plastic things were eating people! We thought about it and found out both products were made by Tupperware. We called up the company and asked why the products were eating people, and the woman on the phone said that all of the Tupperware products eat people who are less intelligent than they are. After discovering this I felt safe.

I finally said “Screw it, I’m walking home.” I walked outside and it was raining again. On my way home I ran into my dad on the street. We were standing in the middle of the street on a three-way intersection. On the side of the street where the fourth intersection would have been was a massive construction project. They were making a building, and so far all they had was the steel skeleton of the building. My dad started talking about security cameras and how they might have secret locations. I told him “Why would they need secret ones? They already have three security cameras on that traffic light.” He looked at them and asked why they would need so many security cameras on just one light.

Suddenly he ran into the construction area and ran into the building. He shoved past all the workers and up some stairs and found a power box and shut it off. When he did there was chaos in the construction yard. Some of the machines shut off, some of the machines malfunctioned, and some people were killed by their own machines. A man immediately next to my dad was killed when his drill drilled through his own body.

My dad walked back downstairs and the guy who was in charge of the construction project confronted him. I think the man had male-pattern baldness and sunglasses, like Tom Cruise’s character from Tropic Thunder. The next thing I knew, my dad was hanged from one of the steel bars in the building. His fingers and face were cut off, presumably before he was hung. The construction man gave my dad’s face and fingers to me.

I ran away. I tried to get out of this city and get away from everyone. I hated everyone after that moment in the construction yard. However, the construction man and his goons chased me down. They captured me and took me to this fountain (like the giant fountain in New York that I saw in Chicago). The fountain was shut off and had no water. There were many tiers to the fountain. The construction man was sitting on the top. I had to sit on a tier below him. I found Jay was sitting next to me. The entire fountain was surrounded by the goons, and they all had guns. The man talked about how it was a pity I tried to run away and talked about how so many people were becoming defiant of his will. I had no idea what he was talking about. The man pulled out an object like a tackle box. It was filled with human eyes, and in the very center were my dad’s eyes, apparently plucked from his head. Some of the eyes appeared old, as they were rotting. The man took one of my dad’s eyes and ate it.

The man began to tell me how the world I knew wasn’t in fact as I knew it. It was enclosed (like in the Truman Show) and for the most part, no one knew about it (it wasn’t designed as a television show; no one except the construction workers knew it wasn’t real. It was to make a utopia as the construction man saw it, and the cameras were to make sure everyone did as he intended. Like the Truman show, he controlled everything). I looked to Jay, and he gave me a look indicating that he already knew this. Apparently other people had figured this out, and they either chose to continue living as they were or they chose to rebel. Jay figured it out and chose to continue his life. My dad chose to rebel. I was left not knowing until just now.

The construction man said he would let me continue my life if I chose to. If I didn’t want the life he provided me, he would kill me. I chose to try to continue my life; though I had no idea how I could do it knowing everything was fake. The construction man escorted Jay and myself to a place (I think it was a restaurant). He watched over us and Jay was talking to me about the situation. He told me that he found out the world was fake maybe a year or two ago, but it didn’t bother him. In fact he seemed to enjoy it. It seemed to make him feel more secure. A young man in the restaurant was talking to his girlfriend and saying he just found out he was being deployed to Iraq. I thought to myself how he was lying. Jay told me that he had once been “deployed to Iraq,” and it was during that time he met me. He used his “deployed” status as some time off from his regular life in order to get to interact with me, as was planned by the Construction Man. The construction man was still watching us. I found out the time at the river was planned, along with every other romantic moment we ever had together. Then Jay pulled me on top of him, wanting to kiss and make love right there. I was about to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t feel in love when I found out that our love was just a story written by the construction man.

Jay got angry at me. He told me that the construction man only prompted the relationship, and that his love for me was real. I couldn’t believe him. I walked away and went to a drug store to buy a medicine that I could overdose on and kill myself. I bought two bottles of Advil. In my upset state I just grabbed whatever I could. One box was for 50, the other was for 20. The woman behind the counter saw how upset I was and seemed to understand what my plan was. She gave me a nod as to say “this many will do the trick.” Before the finished ringing me up I ran back to the refrigerators to get two drinks to help me swallow the pills. Again I just grabbed whatever I could, the two biggest bottles in the fridge, and it was a bottle of water and a bottle of Mountain Dew.

I went through a door on the side of the drug store that (apparently) went to my room. It was dark and cluttered, and immediately to my left was my computer on a very low desk. I had to sit on the floor in order to use it. I thought I might try to relax a bit by playing Warhammer, but in the game I could tell that the construction people were trying to interact with me and figure out what I was doing, so I just shut off the game. They tried to stop me from shutting down, but after doing ctrl-alt-delete enough times I was able to get out.

I was about to start taking the pills when Jay called me. He seemed to know what I was going to do and told me not to kill myself. He said that he can help me make my world normal again and that we can continue to be in love with each other and live happily ever after. I still loved him, but I was so confused. I couldn’t tell if my love for him was real, and I couldn’t tell if he was really in love with me or if he was just reading a script. I was crying and I hung up on him. I really wanted the things Jay was talking about, but I didn’t believe him. I looked in a box at my feet that had my dad’s fingers and face, and I began thinking about if I took the pills and failed to die, what would happen to me? Would I wake up in a hospital and immediately have the construction man cut off my fingers, face and eyes? Or would I just continue my fake little life? I made the decision that I would take every single pill, all seventy of them, and make sure that it worked. I took the first pill and drank it down with Mountain Dew.

Mechanical Bunny · Site Admin Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 223

Wow, you really dreamt this? How horrible. I usually envy the fact that you have dreams that have storylines, since mine never make any sense, but not in this case. (^_^; )

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

The last dream I had with a story was this one where I was married or something...it all took place downtown, sort of, if downtown has European and Spanish buildings. But I think I ended up getting married because I wanted a place to stay and he needed to be married so he wouldn't be deported? He might have been Italian. It was kind of odd but all the people in the dream had people from my Focused Inquiry's class names but it wasn't them. My husband was this guy named Nico who I really disliked in the class and know for a fact didn't find attractive. But I thought the name Nico was cute so maybe that's why. He looked nothing like the real guy either.

It's been a while so a lot of the lead up is forgotten but at one point I was eating out with some of my old guy friends from elementary school (for some reason) and he came and was yelling at me. I was like, this is a sham marriage anyway and he got upset. I didn't want to go home to that so I walked back to my real dwelling (which is a desert, apparently). But seems I never made it and I bumped into Sree's mom and she told me something but I didn't really pay attention to her.

I walked back downtown (this took a day) and I got invited to a diner by one of Nico's friends and she told me that I need to treat him better and be a better wife. I think I was like, again, sham marriage, hello. But she told me to reconsider his feelings and left me there. I was just like...this is dumb and walked back to our dorm apartment and I told him that his friend told me to act like a wife. And he got angry at her...he left, and I never saw him again.

O_O Closest I've had to a story
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Orpheus · Joined: 20 Apr 2007 Posts: 250

i can't believe you guys don't have stories in your dreams. I'd be so bored if I never had a story in my sleep! they're what inspire me to live!