Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

01/13/2011
"UFO, EMP, WTF"

I had been hanging out with a few friends. Josh was there, and there were a couple of girls along with us. We'd spent most of the night just partying and just getting into a lot of shit we weren't supposed to be. I remember being in a garage, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and one of the girls from the back seat slithered up front to sit on my lap. Looking back, though, I can't say that this is a girl that I already knew in waking life.

Later, we were supposed to be going to a house party, but when we got there it was completely abandoned. It was the middle of the night, and there were still a couple of cars outside, even though there was apparently nobody home. Ultimately not caring, we all just decided to hang out there, and have our own little party. So we started just getting hanging out and getting hammered. The whole thing seemed completely wrong, though. Everything was dark and ominous, and the house itself had a really run-down, horror movie type of feel to it, as if it were a cross between the Bates motel (Psycho) and Springwood High School (A Nightmare on Elm Street). Even though we were just having a grand ol' time, there was still this foreboding feeling that we just shouldn't be there.

After some period of time, we were all outside. The house was somewhat in the sticks, and even though there was a least one neighbor nearby, there were acres and acres of land, around us. Suddenly, in the dead of night, we heard the electronic whir of some sort of aircraft above us. We looked overhead and there was a small cluster of about 3 spot lights beaming down through the clouds, sweeping over the house and surrounding area. The machine was hovering, just to high above the mist for us to make out its shape. Still, it was easy to see it was like nothing I'd ever witnessed. Just as suddenly, a convoy of military vehicles roared onto the scene, tearing through the grassy field beside us, and apparently chasing the flying vehicle, which had shifted off to the clearing behind the house. There was something huge going on, and we weren't even sure if we were allowed to be on this property. We figured that it would probably be best to get the Hell out of the area, before the military decided to come back, and 'interrogate' any witnesses. However, when we tried to start the cars, they were all dead. Everything electronic was dead. Apparently, we figured, that thing in the sky had triggered some kind of EMP, and we were now stranded. (Didn't realize that this didn't explain how the military was able to drive in across the field. Oh well.)

The next thing I knew, it was the following morning. I vaguely remember waking up in a friend's car. We were trying to leave again, and this time, the car was starting. The only thing left was for me to check my car...which was suddenly nowhere to be found. I exploded into panic, jumping out of the car and scoping around for mine. Josh suggested that I might have parked it around back, with some of the others. I went around the side of the house, and into the back yard. There were a a couple of cars back there, but most of them looked run down, and mine was nowhere in sight. I'd gone back around to the front of the house and found the rest of the group in the garage. They were tending to the girl who had been with Josh, and she was apparently very sick. She had these mysterious bruises that just showed up, all over her body, and there was suddenly blood all over the section of the car where she was sitting, which apparently came from her. Everybody was freaking out, because this girl was apparently getting worse by the moment. I was immediately reminded of the snake things in the movie The Ruins, and I couldn't help but think that this girl had them crawling around beneath her skin. If she was somehow infected with these parasites, we were all in grave danger, and we had to get out of there. Now.

There simply wasn't enough room for all of us to drive off in the only car that we had, so I knew we needed some other mode of transportation. I ran back around to the back of the house and started looking for a car that might actually start. There was a really dope, customized Camaro, but it turned out to be a piece of junk that simply didn't run. Another car, which seemed suitable from afar, seemed to suddenly morph into a child's PowerWheels type of toy. Finally, I came across another car, which looked a lot like mine, except it was a convertible of a different color. We somehow got it started, piled ourselves into both vehicles, and drove away to try to get some medical attention.

That's all I remember.