Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness

I have somehow found myself amidst a large army of particularly evil hearted soldiers - some of the cruelest, meanest people I can imagine, with no regard for anyone but themselves. I march with them to some yet unknown destination and try not to let on to the fact that I am not part of their group. If they learn I am not one of them, they will kill me.

As we march, we pass through a gory section of a forest with soo many dead bodies along the road, that it hurts. These are their fallen evil comrades in arms. Most of the bodies are severely dismembered and torn to pieces. Blood covers everything. Ghastly expressions on what is left of some of their faces stare blankly in all directions.

For some reason, I am near the front of the column of soldiers, right next to their leader. I am deeply touched by their loss. Even though they are bad people, I still wish they didn't have to see their friends die in such a brutal way. I imagine what it is like to have friends killed like that, and then imagine having thousands of friends killed, and deeply wish it hadn't happened for them.

The leader is also moved by this grizzly scene, and slows to a stop, then drops to his knees and lets out a sorrowful yell. I would normally hold everything in and act like a tough guy, but decide that in this case, it would be in my best interests to express my emotions. If I act too much like a tough guy, the leader might think I don't care about these men, and conclude that I am not one of them. I take half a step forward beyond the leader, and let the tears just pour. I really wish there was no suffering like what had happened to this group of comrades, no matter how evil they might be. I am overwhelmed by sorrow, and collapse to the ground, tears streaming down my face. I am too choked up to make any sounds, even though I feel like screaming.

To my right, one of the officers tells us he's going to get his cat and walks off, returning remarkably fast with a small girl who is holding a cat. The cat is obviously unhappy to be held right now, and is squirming, but cannot get free. The girl wants me to pet the cat. I look into the cats eyes, and sincerely wish for the cat to be comfortable and free from being physically controlled like this. Knowing that the sooner I pet it as the girl wishes, the sooner it will be free, I pet it once on the head. The girl is satisfied, walks off a ways, and puts the cat down on the ground.

Spoiler for really long end to the dream, less memorable and even less related to the original plot.:

Now I am completely alone, everyone else has disappeared, and I've managed to find myself on a balcony. There is a messy pile of cushions nearby. Thinking I am being helpful, I stack them neatly. Half way through this stacking, one of the soldiers returns, sees what I am doing, and nearly turns completely red in anger. "Those are blood diamond pillows!" he exclaims, as he quickly grabs as many as he can scoop up and runs off. I grab the remaining ones, and follow him to bring them wherever he wants. I picked up more than I can carry, and a few slip out of my hold. He glares at me strongly, so I tighten my grip on the rest before I set them down just 30 feet away.

Right next to this new pillow pile is a dark, damp, cold room, with a little bit of blue light coming in from mostly blocked windows. Curious what's inside here, I wander in. My stomach turns as I see full birthday suits hanging along a movable track on the ceiling. Just skins of humans, men and women. A water mister like at the grocery store keeps them moist and cold to slow down their decay. In a darker section of the room are torsos hanging from hooks. Some with and some without heads, arms, etc. I really feel like I'm seeing something that I shouldn't know about here. If whoever is in charge of this operation, whatever it is, finds out about me, they'll probably kill me to prevent the information from getting out. And I don't want to end up like one of those dismembered torsos slowly moving about the room!

I quickly run out of the room, and down some stairs to the ground level below. Next to a large fountain, several scantily clad women are just waking up and looking around to see what's going on. I un-hang some of their swimwear from the clothes line for them. I get one bra off the line, when a whole town of people run screaming past me and out the gate, sprinting along a dirt road to get away from something. I don't want to find out what it is, so I run with them.

Not very far down the road, I run into a group of 5 skater punks who block my way, forcing me to stop. I give them the bra, and notice they have some parts to a broom all in pieces. It is very fancy, red, adjustable, and with different attachments. I help them assemble it. It even has a cool name printed on the side of it. They are very happy that I fixed their tool. It looks like something you would use to clean a pool, but I'm happy that they're happy.

I now just walk calmly down the street, and find a big hill of dirt blocking the road with a tall fence on top. There is a large tunnel right through the middle. Someone else is stopped here, unsure how to pass it. I notice a bicycle next to me, so I get on it, and ride straight into the tunnel. There are three tunnel valve seals that are controlled from the outside, and fortunately all three are open, and we make it through. "Good thing no one trapped us inside!" I tell the other guy. We continue on together, and reach another obstacle, but bigger, and with three tunnels to choose from. I decide to take the middle-left tunnel, because it feels like the right one, even though it looks like the most difficult one.

There are some people inside the tunnel! They ask me if I heard a train. They are waiting for a train to cross before they safely continue on their journey. I listen for a bit, and hear a train whistle far off, but coming this way. "I hear a train" and point behind them to where it is coming from. I see it slowly approaching. The guy who made everyone in the tunnel stop is relieved that there is actually a train, because if there wasn't, his group would be very unhappy with him. I look deeper into the tunnel, and there is actually another train inside the tunnel. He stopped it to prevent a train wreck. The conductor briefly stops yelling at the man when he sees the train, and changes his demeanor completely - relieved to have avoided a crash.

I walk past this odd group, and the tunnel turns into a narrow mountain canyon. I am walking against the flow of a large line of scary, big, strong criminals, all with fierce expressions on their faces. Some yell esoteric gang greetings at me, and others give me special hand shakes. I don't know their hand shakes, so I can't follow along right. It seems like they're mocking me, teasing me for being naive about crime, and being a somewhat good person. I don't mind. I just respect each one of them, and cut through their line at appropriate times to make sure everyone gets through the narrow pass smoothly. I get a feeling that they only left me alone because I respected them.

The trail opens up, and a huge fountain becomes visible in a clearing, surrounded by 1 story buildings in a square u shape. Some people yell, "Hot tub time!" which is always a great idea. I jump in first, but it is only big enough for 1/2 a person. I get out so I'm not hogging it, and float around the outside with other people. We drift effortlessly, occasionally bouncing into each other. I relax too much, and accidentally pee into someone's 7-Up can. I dump it outside, and float it away to a spot where all the empties are so no one will drink it or know what just happened. Oops!

A few more minutes of floating, we all get out. I go to one of the nearby buildings and look in a mirror. I have long curly blonde hair. (Manly style like a cave man, or some sort of mountain man) and thick facial hair, with a good sized beard. I notice my hair is thinning on top of my head, but think J (A girl I like) will like the facial hair. Although I do think it is odd because I shaved just 2 days ago. "It must have started growing even faster than usual" I reason with myself as I go back outside, now clean shaven.

I grab a hockey stick and a puck, and go to play street hockey, but no one else is around. I take practice shots at a long 50 ft net, combining fancy foot work with shooting, both right and left handed. A few shots into it, I get really good. I shoot the puck into the net such that it bounces back out, but through the air, and then hit it out of the air back into the net. I chain goals like this for several shots with each hand. There is a menacing guy standing nearby, watching all this. I tell him "I may switch to a tennis ball to up the speed" as I notice a group of people playing street hockey in the distance. The sun has already gone down, and we are losing light fast.