A NIGHTMARE ON FRIDAY THE 13TH

This past Friday I was lying in bed with my laptop open, watching the latest Harry Potter (nerd alert) at a very low volume. It was exceptionally warm that day, so I had the windows open. Left slightly cracked was the door to the room, occasionally slamming into the frame and creaking back and forth on the count of the wind. I slowly started to drift until my lids could fight it no longer, closed my eyes, and sunk into this…

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The dream started on what seemed like the 3rd floor. It wasn’t the ground floor, that I know for sure. It was a strange, gigantic compound; maze-like and unfamiliar. Multi-leveled, each floor held different people from different sections of my life, secluded and separated. It began with my open laptop and this unusual “Clockwork Orange” type of desktop background theme on it. Most of the decor of the huge room was comparable; lavish furniture, oriental rugs on the walls… But it was still modern. Where there weren’t oriental rugs or Victorian paintings hanging, there were mounted flat-screen TV’s leaving every inch of the place covered and accounted for.

Those closest to me haunted this room, and all were acting unrecognizably peculiar. Christine prancing around half naked, dancing maniacally and without regard, like an extreme bohemian ballerina straight out of a David Lynch film. Then Nick walks in and I feel a huge relief, grabbing his arm saying “DUDE! What the %*#@ IS GOING ON HERE!?!?” and then NICK starts prancing around half naked, dancing maniacally without regard like an extreme bohemian ballerina straight out of a David Lynch film. Dancing like a gypsy and shit! (I mean, we’ve all had our half naked drunken or not, dancing on the bed goof-ball moments. This was like that, times a million.) And they were not stopping…

So I ran out of there like a bat out of what couldn’t have been anything other than Hell and found myself in this attic-like room that had floor to ceiling windows on all four sides, overlooking the rest of the floors and rooms and levels of the place. One room DEFINITELY had Alex DeLeon from The Cab, running around with some nondescript people I didn’t recognize a couple floors down. That level looked fun. Like the HOLIDOME Recreation Centers that sweet touristy Holiday Inn’s used to have. (Still do, at select locations…) So I tried to get to it, running around like a mouse in a maze and find myself BACK in the room I started in. The “Panic at the Disco music video-on-crack” room.

Back to the same Clockwork Orange type desktop background…. Feeling like things are getting unstable… Then my little brother comes running into the room. I could see he was bleeding a little in his mouth, around his gums and teeth. I ask him what happened and he just stares through me blankly like a wax statue. Then it continues to get worse as the moments pass, more blood, teeth starting to loosen and dislodge, and I ‘m horrified. Filled with an unrestrained sense of duty, I scoop him up, cradling him as I run around frantically, searching for our mom, getting lost and turned around in this maniacal maze of misery…. Desperate in desolation as my life folds in on itself and then….

I wake up. Out of breath. I click my laptop awake, and the desktop theme… CREEPY CLOCKWORK ORANGE background again! I was still dreaming. So I try to tell myself that this is just a dream, that I can control it and actually wake up if i had the will power and consciousness. Staring at the screen, Christine comes over to me again. Trying to stay calm as she said “What you need to do is think positively. Why do you go dark?” At this point an INSANE feeling washes over me, “The Dark”, I presume, and I ran out of the room again. This time instead of a maze, I was in a monstrous, ballroom-sized hotel lobby. There were people filing in by the dozens with wet umbrellas, like a never-ending stream spilling in through the revolving doors, one after the other, after the other. I go to the doors and see that its raining like crazy. Still confused and not quite feeling right, I get out my phone and try to get someone, anyone on the line that knows what the hell is going on. At this point I’m almost conscious that something has gone awry, and that I must be dreaming, but it still feels far too real to be a dream.

So I run outside after concluding that my phone wouldn’t work, and it is POURING rain. Sheets as thick as bullet proof glass falling straight down over me. No wind at all. Then, out of nowhere, a humongous blast of gusting wind literally knocks me back through the door I just walked through (back inside the hotel) and instead of the ballroom sized hotel lobby area, I’m on the ROOF. The wind is howling. The most powerful I’ve never felt. I realize I’ve lost all control. I get down on my hands and knees so I don’t get lifted off my feet and fly off the building, and I’m suddenly swept across the length of the concrete, slamming against two low standing walls in the corner of the building. I feel safer there than I did before. I can hear screams, cars screeching to stops and crashes below, cries for help, Alex DeLeon down on the street level somewhere screeching (and no doubt tweeting). Unexpectedly, and without warning, gravity starts to shift as the building feels like its being pulled back like a slingshot; with me in the slingshot pocket. From my perspective, looking upward toward an augmented horizon, a sea of taller buildings stretching and dropping from my sightline like setting suns. The terror I feel is unbelievable. REAL FEAR fills my stomach. At that very moment, a HUGE EXPLOSION. My ears went deaf, a high-reaching flames and billowing balls of smoke fill the sky overhead. Certain doom. I felt, was convinced, i was going to die. Certain doom… and then…

I wake up. I finally wake up, open my eyes… and I’m back in the god-forsaken Panic room again. I thought, “NO @$#%&$! WAY!!!!” I crawl over to my laptop with the once unfamiliar desktop, and my dad walks up behind me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “Here. Let me solve this problem for you right now…” And he simply closes the laptop. Smiles, and says, “Now, let’s go to the Bulls game, RIGHT NOW!” So I say, “Okay! But it has to be raining…” So I jubilantly spring up and we run out the door. Out the hotel lobby’s revolving doors, and sure enough, it was pouring again. The same bulletproof sheets as earlier. But I try to fight through it, chasing after my dear ‘ol dad as he runs toward a building that looked like it was a broken down stadium. We dart across the street, me half expecting to be hit by a car, but miraculously did not. We finally got to the front of the stadium when “The Dark” feeling starting rising from the pit of my stomach up through my chest… Almost overwhelming. I stopped, demanding myself to wake up… WAKE UP. WAKE UP.

So I woke up.

And this time, my laptop background was this:

Ahhhhh……… I was ACTUALLY awake.

I never thought that salt could taste so sweet.

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Consequently, I’m leaving right now to go to my Dad’s to watch the Bulls beat the Heat.

I hope you enjoyed my rambling recollection of one of the freakiest dreams I’ve ever had.

GO BULLS!

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Súper-sueño-buena-onda.
Me hizo acordar a tu sueño del dragón... por lo real que se sentía ^^

xo-

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