I had a hugely epic dream with Xox today. Like really, really epic. Hugely so.
It all started when Xox called me up, and said that her dad wanted to drive down and pick me up, bringing me back to their place. After setting up a time and ironing out the details, soon her dad was there. He insisted on being called Uncle Al. We had a fun drive back up to Kentucky, where we met up with Xox. We were to take a safari in the mountains to see real Bigfoot in their natural environment. There was this huge platform, made of wood, and extending out from a wall, which apparently had wheels under. It had two sets of cushions and pillows and blankets on it, where we could sit.
So Xox and I set off to see Bigfoot, having fun, talking, carrying on, and keeping our eyes peeled. Sure enough, before long, right beside the platform an insanely tall ape-like creature walked up, keeping pace for a bit, then going off about its business! We were marveling at this, that they really existed! Then Xox warned me (she had been here before) to be careful (I was steering the platform) up ahead. There were bears that were easily riled, but also easily distracted. I didn't realize just how big she meant when she said 'big bears' though.
Right in front of the platform, a huge freaking bear paw shot up out of the muddy water to our left (we were on a riverbank/mud wallow bank now) and grabbed the bank, to begin to pull the rest of the bear up out of the water. The paw was covered in mud, and had an odd sort of dessicated look to it, like there was rotten flesh over the healthy flesh. It was also bigger than my whole body. Just the paw.
The bear drug himself up just in front of us, but never noticed us, too focused on the other bears that appeared a little ways off. It was shaped like a polar bear, but this thing was monstrous. I mean it was freaking gigantic. Ten feet tall at the shoulder, perhaps. It lumbered on, picking up speed, to meet with the other bears and head off to grab a quick lunch. Or maybe a herd of elk. Hell if I know, but I was glad it was leaving. That was not the last we saw, though.
After awhile we had stopped and gotten down, in what seemed to be a big junkyard-type setting, with bulldozed-up dirt hollows and such. Somehow I was no longer there, but instead there was a young boy who looked 7-8, but was really perhaps 12-13, but a bit of a shrimp, albeit a veritable genius. He was supposed to be Xox's little brother.
There was a crowd of guys around, not good guys either. Sort of biker gang gone bad types. The type you'd expect to be played by Michael Madsen, Jack Elam (is he even still alive?) and that guy with the chainsaw from Smokin' Aces in a movie remake. They were up to no good, and had been hired by an industrial developer opportunist bastard to scare up the wildlife and any visitors. At least, that's what I surmise from later events.
There's a bit here that's slightly fuzzy, but it was in here somewhere that we (and by we I mean myself and Xox, though at times I was just a bystander, at times I was the little brother, and at times I WAS Xox) met Hollis and his kind. Hollis was a . . . creature of unusual proportion. At first glance, he resembled a dog the size of a small car. He was built like a cross between a Rottweiler and a bear, with a bit of yak thrown in for good measure. There were quite a few of his kind on the piece of land this developer wanted to exploit. I'm not sure if the baddies wanted the land or Hollis's kind to exploit.
Hollis and his kind could communicate, though I'm not sure now whether it was via speech or telepathy. Hollis himself was about eight to ten feet long, could easily bear several hundred pounds on his back, towing many more, was covered in long shaggy white-to-off-white hair/fur (like a Briard dog) and could run at great speed with great endurance. This is important later in the dream.
There was a bit of an interlude where I went home to gather supplies or something, and my dog daisy smelled Hollis's kind on me, and was very excited/worried, since she'd never smelled anything like this before. I explained to her that I had to go help save them from a fate worse than death, with Xox and her family's help.
During the dream, I 'played' various parts. Here we change to an illegal racing arena run by the bad guys. This is their version of downtime. Winner moves on, loser is killed. You're racing against the clock, against the previous time. I was 'racing' on an indoor track, which consisted of me on a skateboard or something similar, on a track like a small roller coaster, with ups and downs and jumps. At one point, maybe more often, I had to ump, grab a rope and swing from it onto the next segment of track.
My time failed. Viewpoint switched: the racer that had just gone, momentarily played by me, was a criminal of ill repute. Xox's kid brother was there, having been nabbed by the baddies. He did not want to see anyone die, so he asked if he could race for the man's life. Laughing, the guy in charge agreed. The boy then said that he had to use the bathroom first, knowing there was not one nearby. Begrudgingly, only because of the boy's (apparent) youth, the second-in-command, who looked remarkably like Billy Bob Thornton, took the boy by the road (the arena was in town) on a small ATV to a bathroom.
Just when the head honcho was beginning to get impatient, wondering where they were, the ATV, which was a small yellow outfit with two wheels in front on suspension, and one in back extended out behind, pulled up to the curb. He started to walk up and see why they'd taken so long, when the boy shoved the bundle of clothes he'd used to make it look like BB was driving off, and took off at top speed! He'd somehow dispatched the second-in-command in the restroom, and wanted the big guy to know it!
He took off down the nearby highway at top speed, heading out of town, dodging traffic like an expert. The baddies stood no chance of catching up.
Later, at Xox's house (which was really very nice, actually), it came to light that the the bad guy developer was her uncle! This guy was certifiably insane, killed her parents right in front of our eyes (I was observing as if I were a camera, Xox and her brother were in their parents' bedroom with the parents) with a handgun (maybe a Sig .40?). Her dad looked like Russell Crowe in State of Play for this scene. The uncle looked like Jafar from Aladdin would in real life. Somehow Xox and the boy managed to kill him, but he had discovered a way of regenerating, and went from a mere skeleton in tattered clothing to a walking talking whole man again in minutes, going through every stage between quite grotesquely, like a bad horror movie.
He then proceeded to apply these eyedrops that granted him this immortality. What he really wanted was to be invincible, however, and he was dangerously close to being able to make this a reality, somehow tied in with his desired exploitation of the creatures like Hollis. After a brief struggle, Xox and the boy got him on the ground and tried to bend his legs until breaking, to disable him, but not enough to where he could generate (he had to totally die before it would resurrect him), but to no avail; he just laughed them off. He was going to kill them, but wasn't in any great hurry.
They managed to get away, climbing a corner and escaping through the door, and got outside, running across the street, yelling for Hollis at the top of their lungs. They'd (we'd) befriended the large dog-like creature and knew he could get us out of there quickly, and was nearby keeping an eye on things, despite being part of the object of Xox's uncle's hunt. Couldn't let the bad guys get Hollis, but nor could we let them get us, so we ran on, to the back of the houses across the street, knowing they would expect us to go on the main road. Instead we thought to run through backyards, jumping fences, on Hollis's back (as he had bore them before). He came bounding to the rescue, and met us (Xox and her brother) in a clump of bushes behind some houses a few blocks away from Xox's house, and thus the uncle.
It would not be necessarily good for the general population to see Hollis or learn of the existence of his kind, but neither would it be good to get caught, so escape was in order, no matter the consequences.
I decided to wake up there, as it was 5:19pm and I had things to do. I'd already re-entered the dream to keep it going twice by this point. I left out a lot of detail for the sake of space, but I think that gives the gist of the dream(s). Was pretty awesome.
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