Lëzen's Submissions

[Lëzen]

9/21/08

[This dream submission is obviously a little delayed, it being November and all...but honestly, this is probably one of the most noteworthy dreams I've had in a while, so I feel it should still go into the gallery.]

ABUSE THE ELDERLY!

So here's strange for you. I was at some weird kind of rally thing with Slip. We were sitting in a seat watching speakers come up and tell their life stories, having been ex-crackheads and such. Then Slip and I did something that I'm just not going to tell you, because I'd like to keep my dignity, thank you very much. Anyway, after that, I got up and had a look around the building we were in. I came across a door that looked like a bathroom door, only on the plaque there was a caricature of a long-haired man with a halo, and "Christ" written underneath it. Beneath the plaque was a laminated sign that said "Only the First Four Permitted". It just struck me as very funny and I had to laugh. Then, as if to tell me how this bathroom came to be, the dream made me take the perspective of another man. I guess I was a designer who had the task of designing bathrooms for the rally building. I was sitting at a table with whom I suppose was my girlfriend. Four old people (a short-haired, fit old woman; her sister, a long-haired, out-of-shape old woman; this huge "Igor"-looking old man with a hunched back; and someone else I didn't get a good look at) approached me and told me to show them what I had done for the bathroom design. I led them to the bathroom I had designed - it was pretty nice, with polished granite lining the sinks and polished marble lining the floor, walls and ceiling. I also seem to remember there being an empty McDonald's fry cup attached to the wall for no apparent reason whatsoever (design flaw, maybe?). They disapproved of my bathroom, so I got angry and stormed out, only to find myself in another, more cushy bathroom. The lighting in here was teal, as was the color of the frilly toilet seat cover and the rugs...and the sofas (wtf?). Anyway, the four old folks followed me in and ordered me to get out - the bathroom was supposedly meant for "Christ when he returns", and that only "The First Four", which I'm assuming was them, could step foot in it. Then I realized that they did not mean Jesus Christ, but rather the anti-Christ. Then the fit old woman with the short hair procured a shotgun. I wrested it from her hands, but they apparently had more, and began shooting at me - in a panic, jumped out of the bathroom window. I landed on a grassy field below, which I ran across as the First Four began shooting at me from the windows of the building from which I had just narrowly escaped. I noticed that it was nighttime by this point. Anyway, there was a deserted house across the way, so it was there that I took cover from the barrage of bullets. Then I guess I was no longer the designer guy, and I was myself again...Slip had somehow found his way to the abandoned house and was taking cover as well. The Four were shooting in our direction from the windows of the rally building. I checked the chamber of the shotgun I had stolen and it was empty. Then, the girl who was the designer guy's girlfriend called out to me from the window I had previously jumped out of, dropping a whole crateful of shotgun shells out onto the field below. I ran out and grabbed it, dodging bullets all the way, and making it back safely into the rundown house. I loaded the shotgun and, from one of the windows, aimed carefully at the fit old woman (whom I could see through one of the windows of the rally building) and shot; I got her good. Then, Rocky the Squirrel (?) broke in through a window and tried to attack me...I grabbed him and severed his head on the jagged remnants of the window pane he had burst through. I then went to find another one of the Four to aim at, and someone started shooting at me with a machine gun. It was the fit old woman who I thought I had just killed. I turned the light on my shotgun off and ceased fire for a while. She went back into the building so I followed her quietly. I entered what looked like a bedroom, and there was this cheesy old song playing, and I heard the lyrics "We live forever in each other". I saw the long-haired, unfit old woman asleep in a bed, with her sister's ghost standing over her and singing those lyrics. So I loaded in a round and shot the one in bed - the music abruptly stopped, and the ghost of the short-haired old woman I had killed looked horrified, and then vanished. "Two more", thought I. I set out to find the huge Igor-like man next, but I was stopped by my cat, who jumped on my arm, teeth and claws ablaze. I easily subdued him...there was heavy metal playing in the background through all this, and when there was a pause in the music, the cat hissed at me, which I thought was pretty hilarious. Then I woke up.

[Lëzen]

Thinking of putting this'n in the Gallery.

6/14/09

Kindred Spirits

This one was strange, but memorable. The very earliest thing I can remember was driving mom and Sarah around...this weird thing kept happening where the camera angle would switch from a first-person view to a stationary third-person one, and I would see the truck driving off (even though I was still in it and controlling it), which made it very difficult to see ahead. I guess after that I ended up in my Japanese class. For some reason, this girl Kayla I knew back in middle school (she was a total bee-yotch to me back then) was in the class, and I ended up sitting in front of her. She was eerily nice, for some reason, and did seem truly interested in Japanese culture. Throughout the class we had listening exercises of sorts involving watching short, documentary-like clips on the T.V., with the sensei supplementing the lessons with his own bits of info. I remember one thing had to do with body parts, but I couldn't remember the words for any of them. Then the clip went into how in feudal Japan, the bow and arrow was the most deadly weapon you could find, and it showed how military commanders would sometimes give orders to take a bunch of arrowheads (with a little bit of the shaft still attached), load them into this catapult-like contraption, and hurl them up into the air to rain down on opponents. Then it said something about how this would often kill mass numbers of Japanese peasants - only those of higher rank were given helmets to protect against the arrow rain. Sensei then explained this spiritual process (I think the consumption of various teas was involved...) by which peasants tried to protect themselves, but most of them failed since they didn't have access to one crucial ingredient. At one point, I began to fall asleep in class, but was woken up by Kayla, who was telling me that sensei had just collected our notes on the documentary, and I noticed he was giving a kind of "last call" for any he might have missed with a ten second countdown. I had to hop over desks and stuff to get to him, and my control of my body was very slow and clumsy. But, I managed to give it to him by the count of 9. So at this point, I dunno what happened to me, but sensei dismissed class and went off on his way. As he reached his destination, he was no longer an old man, but a boy of about 14 or so. It looked kind of like a hospital room he was in, and indeed, that's what he was there for...his sensei was lying in a bed (although I didn't actually see him), obviously afflicted with some kind of terminal illness. There were a bunch of bright lights aimed at sensei's sensei (you know, I think I'm just gonna call young sensei "Toshio" [since that's his name IRL] and his sensei "sensei" from this point on). Toshio inquired about the lights, and sensei responded something to the effect that the light would help flush out the illness. Sensei then talked to Toshio about how he must prevail over the vengeful, tormented spirit of a young girl named Aki, yet display mercy as well. Toshio then went in search of this spirit. He looked up and saw her sitting cross-legged on top of the door frame (which was really tall, for some reason) he had just come out of. Aki started to throw these pink balls of energy, each one no bigger than a marble, at Toshio. They moved slowly through the air and spiraled around, but they were deadly all the same; deadly enough to cause a catastrophic explosion (or something to that effect) if any of them hit anything. You know how practitioners of so-called "ninjutsu" magic often do those fancy little hand positions? That's what he did, only he kept his hand in that position (which formed a sort of diamond shape) the whole time. He had to move so that each energy ball moved through the diamond shape formed by his hands. In doing this, the energy was, I guess, absorbed. It got progressively more difficult, as Aki would start throwing them in greater numbers. However, Toshio didn't miss a single one, and eventually I guess Aki ran out of the necessary energy needed to attack. Toshio then performed some kind of jutsu that caused her to disappear. The victory, it seemed, was a very hollow one for Toshio, as he wished there was something more he could have done to save Aki rather than just banish her. Then this weird thing happened where a talking can of Campbell's soup told him not to feel so bad. Where its ingredients label would be, a list of all Toshio's life accomplishments was displayed. The can then proceeded to tell Toshio that "There are at least 150 great things you have done in life that most others will never get the chance to experience." Toshio felt much better, although he still had lingering feelings of regret about Aki. Just then, his sensei (whom we can now see - a middle aged man who looks a lot like one of my OCs named Wolf) entered the room with what appeared to be a grim reaper-esque scythe. I guess he had been performing various spells, incantations and other ritualistic things to enchant the weapon, as it looked like swinging the thing could probably create a rip in time or something. Toshio was delighted to see that his master had beaten his illness, and told him about what had transpired. Sensei sensed that Toshio was not proud of having banished Aki, so he did this weird thing where he hooked up his magical scythe to a telephone. This allowed Toshio to call the lonely Aki and speak with her. They became quite good friends, I believe...and yet, somehow, by this point I had the distinct feeling that I might have dreamt this before, only the ending was different; an ending where Toshio's sensei had died of his illness, and therefore would have been unable to show Toshio how to contact the banished Aki, who would remain in solitude forever.