Most insane dream... ever!
A bunch of girls my age, except for one, with whom I was familiar in one way or another, were in a log cabin in a forest in the middle of nowhere. The cabin was set up so that there was an elevated, stage-like floor that extended the entire length of the cabin, and was connected at either end with six or so stairs that led down to the main sitting/lounging area. There was a guardrail that prevented anyone from falling off, but it was constructed in such a decorative fashion that the carvings of leaves and paisley-type patterns were an intricately integral part of the house"s design. There were no other log cabins around that I knew of, except for a big main lodge where events and performances were held and where matters of business were conducted. The most bizarre thing happened in our cabin one night, which was enormous and very well kept; it was nicely decorated with Persian rugs, a wood furnace, and other furnishings. I could only identify three women in my dream, one of my former Lacrosse and Field Hockey Coaches from Manhasset High School, Mrs. Brandy Miller. The two other girls were Liz McCarty, a friend of mine on the lacrosse team since the time I was in Shelter Rock Elementary School, and Loie, an Art Studio major at Santa Barbara, where I attend college, who happens to be one of the most insanely intelligent and creative people I know. Mrs. Miller was in charge of this crazy event that was about to go down. Here"s what happened- the excitement begins now.
About ten other girls and us four were chillin" in our cabin one night. It became suddenly obvious that the only thing to do was to kill the two enormous Grizzly bears the size of small cars that were planted in our cabin. The only reason I can think of why we would want to kill these bears was because there was a ceremony in the main lodge preceding their deaths, and the people who killed the bears were presented an award. Anyway, after the War on Bears began, my friend Liz found an ingenious way of having the bears stay down below while luring them near her on the stage level, so she could defend herself with the guardrail while still taking swings at one of the bears with whatever her weapon. In the meantime, someone killed the other bear and she, and a bunch of witnesses, went to the main cabin to receive her prize. In order to get the prize, however, it was essential that the killer run down to the lower level to fit two puzzle pieces together, which was dangerous at this time because there was still one living bear, who was luckily preoccupied with Liz. In this log cabin, Mrs. Miller was standing on the stage, overlooking all of the commotion in an excited and slightly sickening manner, urging us on to kill the bears while flailing her arms. Liz finally killed the remaining bear by breaking off a piece of the sturdy wooden guardrail and stabbing the bear in his chest. It was at this point, after seeing Liz"s exhaustion, that I took it upon myself to run down and fit the puzzle together, thus ensuring that I would win the prize, not Liz. After a dramatic rethinking on my part, I decided to give Liz the honor of going to the main lodge, since she did kill the massive bear, after all. It was during this ongoing soliloquy that I saw Loie standing near and listening to me on the lower level of the cabin. Liz, Loie, Mrs. Miller and I grouped together to hike to the other log cabin. When we stepped outside, my dream ended.
Finally, the road came to an end in a dirt path. There was a large, dusty cliff that had suddenly shown up over the horizon. I turned my car in a sliding, screeching stop beside the cliff, grabbed a backpack from the backseat that I didn't remember putting there, slipped it on and tackled the cliff. Climbing took awhile, and it was hard, sweaty work, but I finally made it to the top. Looking over the area, I saw an interstate close by, obscured by the cliff from the ground, with cars rushing back and forth. Suddenly, I remembered I had to be home within an hour or so, only able to travel in a certain radius before it would take too long to get back. I scrambled down the cliff, jumped in the car, and put the pedal to the metal on my way back home.
I came back just in time, parallel parking my car along the small-town street. Two other cars stopped near mine, curiously. Stepping out from them were a group of childhood friends, one of whom was in fully army camoflouge gear. This I found curious, since I'd always assumed the pious boy would become a priest or a youth minister. He spent enough time at the local Lutheran church, anyway. Without a word, the group of friends grabbed me by the shoulders and arms, dragging me towards a house about a block from the one my family had rented. I protested mildly, but not too strenously; I was growing somewhat tired. Inside the empty house, they shoved me against a bare wood beam and tied my hands tightly. Still no eye contact, nor spoken word. One of them was winding up for a kick when I startled awake.
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I really need to stop having these dreams starting off normally and ending poorly.
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