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04/27/2007
Dream One:
”Ghost Story”
As this very vivid dream began, I was riding in the backseat of my mom’s car. She was driving, and her boyfriend was in the passenger seat. I had a bag of McDonald’s food with me, and was picking at it, while we drove. It was nighttime and raining. Passing a small construction area, my mom gradually started drifting over to the right shoulder of the road, seemingly about to collide with some barrels and cones. I said “Mom, what are you doing??” and she jerked the car back onto the road, as if she hadn’t been paying attention.
Going a little further, we started drifting over to the center-divider, and toward the oncoming lane. I could see the headlights of a car coming straight for us. When I looked at my mom, I could see that she was falling asleep at the wheel. I screamed “Mom!!!” and her boyfriend and I shook her awake, just as the other car swerved around us and drove onto the other shoulder, since we were now fully taking up the oncoming lane. When mom woke up, she realized what happened and tried to jerk us back onto our side of the road. She lost control, here, fishtailed on the wet road, and slammed on the brakes while trying to compensate, sending us into just over a 180 degree spin before coming to a stop, in the middle of the street.
I told my mom I was going to drive, and she kept trying to protest, saying that she was ok to drive, now. I told her there’s no way in Hell I was going to let her drive, and she started arguing with me about it. Her boyfriend took my side, though, and said that she definitely should not be driving, since she was that tired. We started to get into a bit of a fight about it, and I got out and went around to her side – about to pull her out of the car, if I had to, but then she realized that she was in the wrong, and said that I could drive. I also had my half-eaten Big Mac, in my hand, and wanted to get the rest of my food down, before getting back on the road, so I suggested we stop over at the sandwich shop that was right across the street, and gather ourselves a bit. The sky was looking pretty bad, and I could wear I saw the makings of a funnel cloud, in the darkness. A rotating peak kept coming down, but then dissipating.
Inside, I bought a drink and was sitting down eating and drinking. My mom and her b/f went wandering about, somewhere. As I’m sitting there, I suddenly realize that there is someone else sitting at my table - some guy that I’ve never seen before. I didn’t think anything of it, and we started talking a bit.
After a while, I noticed that there were people that were coming by and glancing at our table, solemnly, and continuing on about their business. Sooner or later, some guy dressed as Jesus walks by us and glances in our direction. He gives me a slight smile and says something like “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon,” and keeps on walking. Strangely enough, though, directly behind him, some guy dressed as Satan follows closely. He also smiles at our table, but I don’t remember him saying anything. When they leave, I asked the guy sitting across from me “What was that about?” The guy says “…let me tell you a story…”
He goes on to tell me an urban legend about a guy that came into this sandwich shop a lot and, apparently, often sat at this table. This guy had started seeing a woman who was, quickly, falling madly in love with him. Now, as this guy was telling me this story, my perspective changed, and I was suddenly transported to the first-person view of the main character in the story.
I’d been spending my nights with this gorgeous, short-haired blonde (who looked a lot like my old friend Tracy, who I haven’t seen in years) and, usually, hanging out with her 3 roommates. Things were going great, and I had no other reason to believe otherwise. What I didn’t know, about these girls, was that they were all vampires (which is interesting, because Tracy was a vampire, the last Halloween that I saw her). It turns out that the 3 roommates were constantly giving the blonde shit because I was a human, and she was a vampire, and it was absurd that she was falling for me, as hard as she was. She just didn’t know how to break the news to me, in fear of losing me.
So, one night, I happened to show up at their place, unannounced. I was searching around for them and ended up walking into a room I wasn’t supposed to.
When I opened the door, I was horrified to see all four women feeding on some poor guy, practically tearing him apart, drenched in his blood. The looked up at me and the blonde was shocked to see me standing there. The others seemed to be smiling, as they had wanted things this way, anyway. Suddenly terrified for my life, I bolted out the house and ran as fast as I could. The blonde was chasing me, trying to get me to stop, so she could talk to me. The others were chasing me, wailing and growling, to put more fear into me. They were obviously having a great time.
I ran into the woods, knowing that they were all right behind me, and afraid that they’d tear me apart, if they got their hands on me, even the blonde. I wasn’t about to even give her the time to explain anything to me. I was just running – jumping over downed tree limbs, climbing muddy hills, etc. I could tell that they were right on my heels, and I could hear “my” girl screaming for me to stop. What I didn’t realize, until it was too late, was that I was running straight toward a cliff.
As I approached it, it was as if the realization of futility just completely overpowered me. Deciding to die by my own hand, rather than be eaten alive by these “monsters” I ran the last few feet and jumped into the air, sprawling my arms and limbs as I fell down into the canyon, to my death.
My perspective switched once again, showing the blonde sliding to a stop at the edge, zooming out like a camera as she screamed “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” and dropped to her knees. The other three girls walked into view, behind her, hands on their hips, as if this is simply how it was meant to be.
Suddenly, I was back in the sandwich shop. The story was over, and I didn’t know what to think of it. Before I could think of anything to say, some more people passed our table and started saying stuff like “Damn shame, what happened to you, man. Why’d you do it?” and stuff like that, then leaving. At first, I thought they were looking directly at me. Then, I noticed that they were looking through me.
I turned to the guy across from me, and he said something like “That was a true story…the guy that jumped into the canyon…was you. You died, that night but, like many spirits, you don’t remember.” Shocked, I was like “What?? So…..those people…they can’t see me? How can you see me?” He went on to explain that he was a spirit, too, and that none of the living people in this shop could see us. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it, that was until I turned around and tried to touch the person behind me. My hand went right through them as if I was a hologram. Then it hit me – he was telling the truth. Not only that, but I remembered that the guys dressed as Jesus and Satan could see us, too.
They weren’t costumes. Those were the real deal.
When I turned back around, the other guy had disappeared, and I was at the table alone.
That’s all I remember.