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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

| | | The Great Amusement & Supernatural Evil | | |

Yesterday...

I'm a covert ops agent. I'm at this enemy stronghold which doubles as/bears a striking resemblance to a huge amusement park. It's possible that the "rides" double as death traps. I am working with other agents. The only one I remember somewhat vividly is a woman with medium-length brown hair. She looks kind of stereotypically comic book. Like MaryJane Watson from Spider-Man. There's a huge contraption about the size of a large building and is cylindrical in shape. Sprouting from the top is a metal disc making it look like a big metal mushroom. Downward crook-finger-shaped protrusions dangle from the disc and all end in seats. They are grouped together in bundles of maybe five or so. The other agents and I get into the seats and the mushroom head begins rotating while the seats begin lifting from the ground. As the seats get higher, the rotation of the head increases. Then the individual clusters of seats begin their own localized rotation. As they do so, the metallic claw-like protrusions take on a slightly more organic aspect. They become a little more like metallic tentacles. The rotations of the clusters becomes less strict and the seats start moving dangerously close to one another in their movements. We all stand on the seats rather than sit in them, wrapping one arm around the tentacle-like arms. Some of us have guns drawn. We avoid colliding with one another or with the metallic tentacles, as the speed now would injure or kill us or at the very least knock us to the ground - and we want to reach the top, for some reason.

Somehow, eventually, we reach some sort of apex where there is an arrival place, though there wasn't one earlier. We hop off the giant mushroom. I remember a little of us skulking through some sort of large compound. Warehouse-like. Or maybe like the interior of a parking garage. We reach this area that is some sort of waterslide. It is an intensely steep waterslide. Practically completely vertical. Possibly beyond vertical. I slide down this slide and it is so fast it is like the sensation of free-fall. As I reach the bottom of the slide, a fountain of water shoots up at me, cushioning my landing. The water is not cold. It's body temperature and feels very organic to myself.

Later, I remember riding in a car with my friends Mike and Dawn. We are listening to music. Some lost version of The Chandelier Swings, by Braid is playing. It is sung in Spanish. We remark that it is one of three versions of this song, even though as far as I know in waking life, there is only one.

There was another dream between these two, but it is lost to me now.

This Morning...

I'm with people who are vaguely bad. Like, lawbreakers. Maybe mafia or something more sinister, like spies. They are supernatural. We are in a tenement building or a hotel. We are loading a giant case with snakes in it into the "boss's" rooms. Inside the case, one of the snakes has the small head of a bald man. I recognize him in the dream, though he bears no resemblance to anyone I know in waking life. He kind of looks like that actor with the speech impediment from The Princess Bride. I look into the case and he opens his mouth and another normal snake, of the garter variety, it appears, slithers into his mouth, he moves forward, swallowing the other snake whole, expanding slightly. The act grosses my dream self out and I mention it to someone and somehow interpret it as "evil."

Either before or after this, there is a person who is injured somehow. The skin around their head and face has been damaged. We've harvested skin from a corpse (I don't know how the corpse was obtained) and have grafted it over the face of the person who was hurt. The result is monstrous. I remember the bandages (cloths) being removed from his head - he was swaddled, not wrapped - and his face looking very sewn-together. On Sunday night, I watched quite a bit of Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season One and specifically in episode 10 or 11, entitled Nightmares, there is a"bad man" chasing a kid around who looks a lot like this guy from my dream.
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Brian posted at 3:27 PM.
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