MaevinWren: Dreams

I was with a group of people going through a series of scary attractions. We get to the one I made, it's in a area outside of a dark decrepit looking two story house. My parents come out and start preparing a fenced in area where beds have been set up. I give the group a bit of a pre tour, the set is circular- it starts behind me with a wooded area then curves around to a distant strange looking city, with one large building in the middle, looks like a cross between a Russian town, and a handful of other European cities, probably during the early renaissance, perhaps Florence. The large building is very detailed and realistic looking, kind of circular in shape- you can even see the reflections of the blue sky in the chrome/bronze accents on the roof. Behind the buildings was a painted sky- lots of dramatic clouds, with a orange glow- with the sun painted five times, progressing from afternoon, down to sunset, as you look from the right of the building to the left, and the sky also had a gradation of color, from yellow oranges, to red oranges and finally to cool blues as the sun sunk beneath the painted mountains to the far left. Here the set changed to a more woodsy view, with green hills, as we turned almost opposite to where we started there is a small lush valley breaking the rhythm of the rolling green hills, it looks like a fairy land, bathed in moon light, the people want to stay looking at this area, but this is just preview, and I distract them by pointing out how changing time was depicted in the set as you move from one area to another, the fairly land was bathed in cool moonlight. Then as you continued left of the fairy land, the landscape became more dark and harsh, the sky subtly turned from mystical to menacing, and graves begin to dot the ground. We have arrived at the end, the graveyard; it is filled with gravestones, lit with harsh contrasting moonlight. In some areas skeletons look to have been climbing out of graves, but had fallen motionless just as we arrived. The crowd stepped back from the set. I told them this was the end of our tour and they were welcome to bed down anywhere in this last set as it was the closes to the house. But my parents quickly interjected that they couldn't because we have scorpions, and they had better stay in the fenced in area. I was thinking that it wouldn't make a difference if they were behind a fence, they were still outside, then I realized the height of the beds would probably help. The people still didn't seem too happy to be sleeping so near the graveyard.

Then I took people to eat at a small out door area lit by tall orangeish lights. Lots of hay everywhere , and picnic tables. Off to one side as a small wooden booth selling some sort of oriental food, you could hear the crackle of grease as you walked near it. I was with some of my friends, a few of which had been there before. I had forgotten my money so was having one of my friend pay for me and I would pay her back when we returned. We stood in line and I watched the people at the counter, one was a guy, the other a older woman who kept coming up to the counter, then going back to tell the orders to the back. Both were covered in grease and their skin shone in the orange light. On part of their menu they had pictures, and the word were either worn off, or in some other language. I saw deep fried breaded chicken that looked fairly good. I get closer to the counter, am next in line and the lady comes up again. She has strange gnarled hands, with long thick fingernails that are ridged, yellow, and curling. They look like insect shells. Additionally they keep growing, and every time the woman comes out she stops and puts her hand on the counter- which doubles as a cutting board, and grabs a pairing knife which is lying among a bunch of insect shell looking nail clippings, then chops off the end of one of her over grown fingernails. She then looks up, and rather surly takes the order of the customer in front of me. Then it's my turn, and I order breaded chicken. It costs less then I thought, she brings back a bowl of orange looking squares in a sauce, it doesn't look like the breaded chicken in the picture but I'm not really thinking about it, I just move on and stab a piece on my fork and eat it. It has a thicker texture like it could be a processed meat product, but is not really stringy like chicken. It tastes faintly sweet and I was thinking they might have some how given me sweet potatoes. My friend looks at it and asks me if it is tofu. I tell her it might be, but that would be bad since I'm allergic to tofu (I'm not actually- just my dream self apparently) so I have to go investigate to make sure its not, or I'm going to be in trouble. My mouth and throat begin to itch, but I think its nervous anticipation instead of a actual allergic reaction. In a house like building where they seem to be storing thier supplies, I find a bag with a picture of the stuff I am eating on it. Apparently it's a bunch of sauces with polish sausage as the chunks. That's strange. Didn't sound too appealing, but at least it wasn't tofu. I toss the rest then go back to get what I really wanted. The lady was there and seemed offended that I asked for something else. She said, "You didn't like the ____?" _____ being some strange word that sounded remotely like "breaded chicken" but must have been a strange foreign dish. I said it was ok, but I wanted deep fried chicken. And left the booth as they went to make it. I had to get some more money from my friend. I got to her and she said she didn't have anymore- I was surprised she managed to spend all fifteen dollars at the booth. I only need 2.16 for my chicken. She handed me a 10 dollar bill that had a strange picture on it. I examined it and told her it wasn't real. She laughed and said of course not, its from some game she plays, but she's used them here before and they have never noticed. I am uncomfortable with this, so she calls over a girl named Erin and asks her to go pay form my food with the fake money. I didn't think she'd go for it since she seemed like a nice honest girl, but she laughed and took the money. As she was walking to the counter I called after her telling her never mind, I'm canceling my order. I'm not hungry anymore anyways.

We returned to the area we were sleeping at, but it was now a bit different. In the center was a cabin or shack of some sort. My friend Leah was there, along with a bunch of other friends (no one else specific). There was also these two guys there, one a big guy with broad shoulders and a shaved head, and a smaller guy with dirty blond hair. I remembered there were there before we left for dinner; they had been trying to get us girls into the shack with them. We all thought they were crazy and said no. Now the bigger guy came up to me, trying to get me in there again. I said no, but he grabbed me, and put his arms around me and quickly kissed me on the mouth. As he released me, and I felt woozy. Suddenly things were clear- of course I wanted to go into the shack, he'd be there in a bit to be with me. So I walked into the shack. Inside, dirty blankets had been spread all over the floor. As I stood their waiting, I started feeling sick, and realized I wasn't thinking like myself. He had done something when he kissed me, I suddenly felt drained. I looked out the window and saw him trying to convince Leah, who was not cooperating at all. The he grabbed her and backed out of my view from the window. I was worried, and wanted to go out and help her, but for some strange reason I could not make myself move from the spot. The door to the shack opened. He had returned, and had a large bulge in the front of his jacket. He opened it and Leah rolled back, fell to the floor. She had been tucked against his bare chest in the jacked. As she fell away from him, energy arced between them. On the ground she looked visibly drained, but was already reaching for him again. I tried to go up to her and pull her away; he laughed at me, and said he had already taken from her, now she would keep coming back for more. 'So it's like an addiction?' I asked. He smiled. It can't be too late, I thought, after all he had done the same to me - I remembered the drained feeling - and I recovered. But then I've never been caught up in an addition, and Leah has a history of being susceptible to them. Leah is trying to reach for him, he laughs again and takes her from me.

He takes her out of the shack and moves through the crowd. I follow them. He takes her into a house, where there is a dog barking. I stand outside the door wondering what to do. He will kill her if he drains her completely. The guy's other friend has appeared, he is trying to grab me, and either put me under his spell, or just stop me from disturbing his friend (who seems to be the leader). I'm quite angry at this point. Another of my friends is outside the house, I try to get her help, but she is too busy talking on a cell phone. I grab the guy by the hair and slam his face against the wall. He struggles with me so I do this a few more times. He is a bit disoriented, so I grab his shoulders and shake him, making the back of his head hit the wall repeatedly. I want him knocked out so that he does not bother me while I'm saving Leah. He still is conscious, so then I grab just one arm, swing him towards the wall and run him face first into it. Then just by his shoulder. Finally I give up, he is very out of it anyways, after all this beating on his head, and so I toss him to the ground. As he falls he hits his head on the corner of a small plant bearing table and with a crack is knocked out. Huh I should have tried that earlier. I look at my friend again. She is still on the cell phone.

I walk a ways away from the house, trying to find some help. There is strange folky music playing and people are dancing. Its like a Halloween carnival. Then I look down and there is a wooden box with six black cats protruding from openings in it, their front paws and heads are sticking out of one side, and their back legs and tails are out the other. They also can talk. They tell me that they like me, and all jump up and put their front paws on my leg. The box is now tipped at an angle as the cats stand on their back legs, propped up on me. I reach down and scratch their back, which is really the box, which I'm reminded by - by the sound of nails scratching wood, and the splinters under my fingernails. However the cats seem to like this, they all begin to purr, and encourage me with cooing voices. We continue to sway with the music as I scratch their back…er box, then I realized I have the help I was looking for. They can distract the dog in the house while I try to free Leah. I can convince them, I do have a way with cats after all. So I tell them of my plan, they seem reluctant to face the dog, but agree. We go back to the house and I open the door. The barking dog comes running at me but then sees the six cats in a box and stops, then doesn't seem to want to come out and chase them. The cats don't really want to go inside either. I look at cell phone girl, trying to get her to hold the door open, I figure the cats can keep the dog busy for me by continuing this staring contest, if only I could get something to prop open the door. She ignores me. Then I see the unconscious guy and decide i can make him useful. Holding the door open with my foot I grab him by the pant leg, then by the shirt and pull him in front of the door, using his limp body as a door stop. The cats and dog continue their staring contest and I go into the house. I can hear the guy. I think he knows that I'm there and is angry. I make my way around some crude wooden furniture just in time to see him holding Leah's limp body by the shoulder. He looks at me and grins. "You're too late!" he tells me, then slashes her neck with a large knife. She starts to fall, blood covering her shirt. She was already gone before he cut her, he had drained her. The cutting was for my benefit. I rush to catch her, but I wake up.