My friend Jack and his friend Fred and I hijack a bus full of people. Fred is driving. Jack is up front with a large gun keeping control and I am walking up and down the isle collecting cell phones and making sure people don't call 911.
After all the phones are collected and up front with Jack, we continue driving down the highway. A guy in a business suit has his phone hidden in his lap. I stop behind him to see who he is calling. He calls 911 so I grab the phone and end the call. He looks up at me and tries to intimidate me. I aim my gun at him. He drops a bag of french fries and I help him pick them up.
He asks why we're doing this. I tell him that Jack has something to say and this is the only way for people to listen to him. He's been trying to tell the world for years and nobody is listening. Doing something drastic is the only way to make people notice him.
The guy asks why a good person like me would end up with someone like Jack. I tell him that Jack isn't a bad guy, he just ended up in a situation that made him do something like this.
Flashback! - 5 years earlier
Jack's home, small and isolated by farm fields. He lives there with his mom and younger brother. They don't have much money, but they're happy. They go to church, Jack is normal and happy and a good kid. I am with him at church and nearly everywhere.
His mom meets this new guy and Jack doesn't like him. The new boyfriend takes the family to a new church, it is really a cult and led by some psycho. Jack's mom and brother are brainwashed, but Jack doesn't buy it. He is confused and angry and nobody is listening to him, so he runs away.
After a few years he meets up with me again, I'm so happy to see him. Living on his own has hardened him and his mom is still with the guy and the cult church. He tells me that nobody will listen to him, not the police, nobody. So he has to do something to get everyone's attention.
We hijack the bus and here we all are.
Time Jump! - Two weeks after the hijacked bus.
I am at church, Jack is not with me. My mom's friend Sonja, Tom MIlsom and Molly Lewis are at this church. It's a really great church; brilliant art on the walls, blacklights, great music. The message is that we are all warriors for Christ and that we have the strength and power to fight against the evil in the world. Tom is playing the organ, he does this thing by placing marbles in places on the strings to create a repeating music line.
I feel out of place, like I don't belong there with all the people so happy and strong in their faith, riding the high of the great service. Sonja comes up behind me and holds onto my shoulders. I'm trying not to cry, I just want to leave. She tells me that the service and message were really great. I say that maybe everyone isn't meant to believe like that. She says to me "maybe there isn't so much of a warrior in you". I nod and push through the crowd to leave.
Flashback! - I'm back on the bus with Jack.
I go up to the front with him. It's nighttime. A lot of the people on the bus are asleep. Fred is still driving. I tell Jack that when this all gets close to the end, I want him to stay down among the hostages to use them as a human shield so he isn't shot by the police. And I say that when this is really over, he has to do just as the police say and I will go out with him to protect him. I tell him that he can't die at the end of this, because I need him. He agrees and kisses me.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Little A
I am out with friends at a block party and get separated from them. I end up at this drug house. There isn't much furniture and it's not very clean. I am looking for my friends when I run into the main dealer (Tom) of a new drug. The drug is called 'little a'. He shoots me up with a dose and locks me in a bathroom. He tells me that I'm not going to be hooked, but I will like the experience. He also tells me that I am going to owe him and will have to do what he tells me to even out the score.
I finally come around from the high and manage to pick the lock on the bathroom. I stumble away from the house down the street. I fall and draw the symbol for 'little a' so that when people who are hooked, or want to be hooked, can follow the symbols to the drug to get dosed.
Tom finds me again and tells me that it's my job to bring people to him and to the drug.
I am walking down by the river and see two guys, about 15 or so, and this older guy who is about 30. They see some of the symbols and I convince them that we should follow them and figure out what they mean.
We follow the symbols down through drain pipes and ditches. We come across a sand filled drain ditch. There are broken houses and cars half buried in sand in the bottom of the drain ditch. I ask the older guy what happens to it all when it rains. He points to houses that are close to the drain ditch and says it's the folly of man to build where he should not. He says that the house that remains undamaged was lucky once, but luck couldn't hold out forever.
I really don't want to lead all these people into addiction, but I have no choice. Tom is making me do this for him. The older guy seems really eager to solve the mystery of where the symbols lead and the symbols are getting closer together and easier to find.
We come out near this mall and I pretend to have second thoughts in hope of the younger boys will want to turn back. They tell me that we are too close to figuring it out to turn back now.
We climb down near a river and Tom steps in. He does the three people I brought to him and pretends to dose me so that nobody gets suspicious.
He congratulates me because he has never seen anyone be such a natural at getting people to him, at manipulating people to figure out what the symbols mean.
He lets me leave and some of his other guys drag the drugged victims away.
Later I go down to the room he is renting, he told me I was always welcome. I pass his neighbors who all say that Tom is the sweetest guy and the nicest guy and the best person they've ever met. I go into his apartment and watch episodes of a show that is similar to The Unit or The Wire. I figure out that he might not be as bad as I first thought and I leave.
As I'm walking up this steep hill on a college campus, my friend Aaron from high school meets up with me. He has just finished his class and saw me. He hands me this huge stack of notebooks. It is journals/notebooks from high school kids that Tom 'borrowed' from their lockers. Aaron tells me that Tom wants me to study them so I can get to know the kids. By getting to know the kids, it will be easier to gain their trust and lure them to Tom.
I ask Aaron if Tom is a good guy, since he and Tom are good friends. Aaron says he's a great guy, one of the best. Aaron leaves me with the stack of notebooks.
The end.
I finally come around from the high and manage to pick the lock on the bathroom. I stumble away from the house down the street. I fall and draw the symbol for 'little a' so that when people who are hooked, or want to be hooked, can follow the symbols to the drug to get dosed.
Tom finds me again and tells me that it's my job to bring people to him and to the drug.
I am walking down by the river and see two guys, about 15 or so, and this older guy who is about 30. They see some of the symbols and I convince them that we should follow them and figure out what they mean.
We follow the symbols down through drain pipes and ditches. We come across a sand filled drain ditch. There are broken houses and cars half buried in sand in the bottom of the drain ditch. I ask the older guy what happens to it all when it rains. He points to houses that are close to the drain ditch and says it's the folly of man to build where he should not. He says that the house that remains undamaged was lucky once, but luck couldn't hold out forever.
I really don't want to lead all these people into addiction, but I have no choice. Tom is making me do this for him. The older guy seems really eager to solve the mystery of where the symbols lead and the symbols are getting closer together and easier to find.
We come out near this mall and I pretend to have second thoughts in hope of the younger boys will want to turn back. They tell me that we are too close to figuring it out to turn back now.
We climb down near a river and Tom steps in. He does the three people I brought to him and pretends to dose me so that nobody gets suspicious.
He congratulates me because he has never seen anyone be such a natural at getting people to him, at manipulating people to figure out what the symbols mean.
He lets me leave and some of his other guys drag the drugged victims away.
Later I go down to the room he is renting, he told me I was always welcome. I pass his neighbors who all say that Tom is the sweetest guy and the nicest guy and the best person they've ever met. I go into his apartment and watch episodes of a show that is similar to The Unit or The Wire. I figure out that he might not be as bad as I first thought and I leave.
As I'm walking up this steep hill on a college campus, my friend Aaron from high school meets up with me. He has just finished his class and saw me. He hands me this huge stack of notebooks. It is journals/notebooks from high school kids that Tom 'borrowed' from their lockers. Aaron tells me that Tom wants me to study them so I can get to know the kids. By getting to know the kids, it will be easier to gain their trust and lure them to Tom.
I ask Aaron if Tom is a good guy, since he and Tom are good friends. Aaron says he's a great guy, one of the best. Aaron leaves me with the stack of notebooks.
The end.
Double Date.
I am with my dad on the back ally that goes between the VFW and the river in the town that I grew up in. We are waiting for two people to show up so that my dad can go on a date.
We have to be secretive because we can't let anyone know that my dad is gay.
The man my dad is going to date is a Hasidic Jew, and it would be awful for him if anyone found out he was gay as well. So the man has his son, who is my age, (poorly) dressed as a woman to keep the man's honor.
My dad and the other man meet and they go off on their date. I am left with the son who has taken off the dress and wig. He is quite cute and we like each other right away.
We walk around the duck pond and talk and get to know each other.
We have to be secretive because we can't let anyone know that my dad is gay.
The man my dad is going to date is a Hasidic Jew, and it would be awful for him if anyone found out he was gay as well. So the man has his son, who is my age, (poorly) dressed as a woman to keep the man's honor.
My dad and the other man meet and they go off on their date. I am left with the son who has taken off the dress and wig. He is quite cute and we like each other right away.
We walk around the duck pond and talk and get to know each other.
Communism.
Sorry for the unintentional hiatus. It was a combination of extreme procrastination and a lot of dreams that I couldn't remember the story of, I only remembered pieces. I don't like writing down dreams if they don't have a story line. I'll try and do better.
Communism.
(if this one seems to jump around, that's because it's how it happened in the dream)
I live in a shanty town with my mom under a communist government. We're all just getting by, surviving, but not much more. Then the government sends in the soldiers armed with guns to evacuate us all. We have a few hours to pack everything we own, there is hardly enough time.
Everyone is loaded onto these big trucks and we are gone by dawn.
In the new town that we live in, I have the opportunity to go to college. I'm sitting in a film class, in the front row. All the other students are talking like old friends, but I don't know anyone. I don't have a text book or a notebook. I only have the syllabus for the class.
The professor comes in and he's really intense, but he's a good guy underneath it all. He starts class by reading a really serious text in a southern accent.
He notices that I'm the only one not laughing and asks if I understood why it should have been funny. I told him I understood it perfectly, but the accent was so good that I hated to miss anything by laughing. That was when the professor decided that I was his favorite student.
In the class, we watch a video about this guy who is exploring this massive under water cave. I then become part of the underwater dive team. We have to use this super bright lights and I wonder what sort of lights they are, because they cast no shadows.
The film ends and I am back in film class. I am talking with my professor and he is asking me where I moved from. I talk about how I had to work at the State Fair when I was 12. He tells me that he didn't think kids that young were able to work. I dodge around the fact that it was child labor and I had to so that my family could get enough food.
Communism.
(if this one seems to jump around, that's because it's how it happened in the dream)
I live in a shanty town with my mom under a communist government. We're all just getting by, surviving, but not much more. Then the government sends in the soldiers armed with guns to evacuate us all. We have a few hours to pack everything we own, there is hardly enough time.
Everyone is loaded onto these big trucks and we are gone by dawn.
In the new town that we live in, I have the opportunity to go to college. I'm sitting in a film class, in the front row. All the other students are talking like old friends, but I don't know anyone. I don't have a text book or a notebook. I only have the syllabus for the class.
The professor comes in and he's really intense, but he's a good guy underneath it all. He starts class by reading a really serious text in a southern accent.
He notices that I'm the only one not laughing and asks if I understood why it should have been funny. I told him I understood it perfectly, but the accent was so good that I hated to miss anything by laughing. That was when the professor decided that I was his favorite student.
In the class, we watch a video about this guy who is exploring this massive under water cave. I then become part of the underwater dive team. We have to use this super bright lights and I wonder what sort of lights they are, because they cast no shadows.
The film ends and I am back in film class. I am talking with my professor and he is asking me where I moved from. I talk about how I had to work at the State Fair when I was 12. He tells me that he didn't think kids that young were able to work. I dodge around the fact that it was child labor and I had to so that my family could get enough food.
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