Last Night
Posted in 1 on June 4, 2008 by edreiLast night I had a really strange headache. It would come in go in spurts, like little shocks. This may seem maybe melodramatic, but every time I would feel the pain I would think of something scary or weird, like ghosts or.. a popular one was people in cars. It was strange. I suppose it was the prelude to my dream.
I was watching as a couple and their kids (a little boy and a little girl) drove around Los Angeles in their olive coloured SUV. I could tell they weren’t from around L.A., they had a slight accent I couldn’t place.
After some time, they drove into the darker parts of the city: the places where wealthy folks honestly shouldn’t hang out, for their own good. They were obviously lost, and the father seemed to be losing his patience. (It was strange, I knew they were talking, and I knew what they were saying, but I couldn’t hear them…) The children were beginning to get somewhat afraid, as they were going in circles, passing the same trash piles, the same derelict apartments, the same trashy baseball courts.
Suddenly, the mom takes off a necklace with a heavy Jade pendant. (I was like, lolwut, that’s mine! I have a necklace just like that.) And she told the dad how, if you let the jade pendant swing around and around, whatever direction it pulls the most us the direction where evil things lay, and so you should go the opposite way. She said that, if they just consult the necklace until daylight, when they can see better, they’ll be able to stay out of harm’s way.
The dad figured it would be good enough until daybreak, so they drove around, consulting the necklace every once in a while. It seemed to be working, because they didn’t come across anyone. No cars, no people, nothing. It almost seemed as if the slums of L.A. were deserted.
They could see the big skyscrapers in the distance. But it almost seemed as if something was holding them there, not letting them get towards the city lights.
At some point, the little kids (as most little kids do) needed to use a restroom. They drove around a bit, until they saw a gas-station, where they stopped. The mom walked into the convenience store, while the kids and dad went off to the restroom.
Once they reached the restroom, they opened the door, and stepped inside. At first, it was a regular dingy gas-station restroom, with graffiti on the wall written by some unknown hand with some unknown (but rather suspicious) material. It smelled bad, of course.
As they stepped closer to the stalls, however, the ceiling and walls began to melt away, little by little. It was almost as if the whole place was made of wax, and someone had lit a match to the top. As the walls melted, something else began to form, and, after some time, it seemed that they were standing in the middle of a neighborhood. It very strongly contrasted where they previously were. The houses were all nice, and the lawns were all well kept. They were the kinds of lawns that sort of rise up in a little hill, until the house is reached. The strange thing is, the air felt the same. It was still dark, and dingy. (It’s so hard to explain… The way I saw things in this dream was sort of like looking through a car’s tinted window.)
The children began to cry, and the father seemed very afraid, but he took a hold of each child’s hand, and led them forward. He didn’t know what was going on, but it wouldn’t do any good to just stand there. He walked and walked past every house, until there was one place that seemed to have some activity inside. (I’m going to be brutally honest, both with you, and myself: I think it was Jehovah’s Witnesses Kingdom Hall, the place of worship for Jehovah’s Witnesses.)
The three walked inside and the place was PACKED. There were even people out in the receiving hall, standing so they could listen to the service. Then it was time to sing the hymns and everyone was singing. For whatever reason, the dad and kids started singing too. I could tell that, the longer they stood there singing, the better they felt.
Then I went off to look for the mom. I found her still at the gasoline station, but she was scared. She kept calling out for the dad and kids, but, of course, they didn’t answer, they coulnd’t hear her! I kept thinking the whole time how she should be quiet. Something told me she would attract some sort of attention she wouldn’t like.
This is where it turned into a nightmare:
The mom decided to look up and down the street. She was careful to lock the car, but she forgot her necklace inside. She walked up and down the street, and started seeing people. They all seemed to be smiling with the same, creepy, bland toothy smile. Sort of like the old Colgate commercials.
There were people walking beside her, and there was one guy on his bike, who rode past her. They all seemed to be interested in staring at her. Of course, she got afraid.
Then she came across someone who REALLY scared her. He was tall, white, blonde, and was wearing a single-piece orange suit. The mom, well, she turned around, and started running faster thatn I had seen anyone run. Of course the guy in the orange suit started chasing after her. He seemed to be gnashing his teeth, though he had the exact same grin as everyone else. (I dunno why, or how, but somehow I knew that all these people were ghosts. And not the Casper kind, either.)
She ran towards her car, unlocked it, and got inside. She was shaking like a leaf, it was horrible to see her.
Then I went off and looked for the dad and kids.
They were talking with an elderly black woman about how to get back to their car. The lady said that no matter what direction they would walk in, they’d get there. But they had to make sure to hold hands, and not let go of each other, or they’d get lost. She said that no matter who or what they saw, to not let go of each other. As long as they held hands, they’d be able to protect each other from evil creatures.
So on they walked, and walked, and soon they saw the darker part of L.A. They were very happy, the knew they’d see mom soon. The saw, in the distance, the gas station, and their car. As the got closer, however, the knew something was wrong. Mom was in the driver’s seat, head back, mouth wide open, grinning, and eyes blank. In the backseat, was the orange-suited guy, also grinning wide, and staring right at them.
I don’t know how he got out, but the orange-suited guy did get out of the car, and started walking right towards the dad and little kids. But they just held hands, and stared at him….
And then I woke up :/
In writing it doesn’t seem very much like a nightmare. But, it really bugs me that during the whole thing, during the whole dream, I felt like I should help them. Like I was supposed to tell them which way to go, and to not worry, and… Just helful things like that. And even right now, I still feel like that.
I think a couple of things could have influenced my dream. I’m sure a couple movies I’ve seen here and there had some effect on my mind, and may have influenced my dream. And I definitely know better than to go to sleep with a headache. I always get some weird movie-like nerotic nightmare that leaves me frustrated, disoriented and scared when I wake up.
Either way, I have to remind myself, It’s only a dream -_^





