Nightmare | October 16, 2011
Mark Zuckerberg’s Revenge
A friend of mine Tyler had made a bunch of money on the internet and retired to a high-tech home on the beach. At the touch of a button the house folded in and closed up like a ringbox for maximum security. I was staying for the weekend and we had just come in from the beach when the house began to close up suddenly. Neither the button worked nor could we escape out the windows and doors in time. The house began to fill up with smoky, noxious gas like car exhaust. All night we stumbled around coughing, eventually collapsing on the floor with red eyes and haggard breath. In the morning the house opened up again and Mark Zuckerberg was standing over us. [ read more... ]
Dream | September 28, 2011
Not to Get Caught
The big hand at my back keeps shoving me forward with an irritated urgency. It’s Ivan the Torturer, pushing me through the airport while he leads an older woman by the chain of her handcuffs. Nazi officers pass by occasionally, ignoring us. The era is World War II but the airport is modern in design, and at this late hour only sparsely filled with travellers. Then Ivan grabs me rougly by the shoulder and shoves me through a bathroom door. He yanks the poor woman after him and the door swings shut. [ read more... ]
Dream | August 13, 2011
The Modern Amusement Park
At the entrance we pay our $25 each and walk inside the Modern Amusement Park. It’s suddenly night. Lasers and special effects dance across the courtyard just inside the entrance. Some of the buildings glow strangely, pulsing hypnotically. Each of us is drawn in a separate direction and I stroll into a castle. Very soon I’m lost, wandering through rough-hewn stone hallways occassionaly lit by brass-handled torches. In a remote room I meet a beautiful girl. [ read more... ]
Nightmare | June 14, 2011
Nuclear Insanity
After a nuclear bomb is dropped on the city my neighbors and I evacuate onto a river boat ride of chaos and insanity. [ read more... ]
Dream | April 18, 2011
Peeling Off My Face
A buddy and I stood on a battlefield when a bomb exploded in our faces. Then we were in a white room like a hospital or an empty apartment. Our faces were torn and tattered, with skin peeling off around the cheeks and forehead. No bleeding, just shredded skin revealing red facial muscles. I started picking at it. Then I dared him to start peeling off his face while I peeled mine. [ read more... ]
Dream | April 10, 2011
A Dying Dream
A supermarket converted to operational headquarters for a military coalition assembled to stem a revolution in Haiti. Monitors and control stations had been setup in the deli section. A constant stream of military personnel bustled about between the main area and the stockroom. I was some military officer in an unspecified branch of the U.S. Armed Forces. The coalition was sharply divided along ideological grounds with Communists hailing from Russia and China, and Capitalists from the United States, Israel and Britain. When the revolution outside had calmed down, violence broke out inside. [ read more... ]
Dream | March 12, 2011
Jumping Over Trains
The strange fellow led me through a maze of gated communities pressed close together, until he said we had to jump or climb over a security gate, which I said I wouldn’t do. So we went around and eventually tramped along the rounded top of a brick wall between two houses. In front of us were train tracks. Dusk had seeped in. From the wall we jumped down in the grass with the mound of gray track ballast rising in front and stretching off to infinity on either side. The headlight of a train sparked in the distance, followed by the blare of its horn. I noticed the track was ruined; only traces of the rail and ties remained. The engine’s spotlight and its thunder approached quickly. [ read more... ]
Nightmare | March 9, 2011
Please Torture Me to Death
Running through town, passing shops, speeding across streets, around corners and down an alleyway. No matter where I went or how fast I ran they were still behind me. Two twin men in silver and red uniforms with helmets and mirrored sunglasses. One had a long rifle or shotgun, and the other wore a sidearm and a couple of knives on his belt. They dogged me with mechanical resilience while I panted hard and stumbled along feverishly. After awhile my sides burned and ached. If I was caught something terrible would happen — worse than death. [ read more... ]
Dream | March 2, 2011
Reality TV in the Last Forest
The lottery winner was a ditzy young girl in her late teens or early twenties they had selected to star in a new reality TV series set deep in the Amazon rain forest. Suddenly I was there in the forest. The girl was grinning wide to show her bright white teeth while she went around and shook hands with primitive indigenous people. The natives just stood around watching her while she chattered away. The show tanked in the ratings and they quickly dropped in some random guy for a hasty marriage ceremony amidst the muddy rocks and trees. The girl became much more loud and obnoxious, running around in the jungle shouting, and when she came upon her husband she would scream and call him the name of some monster I cannot pronounce. He just smiled at the camera and looked perplexed. [ read more... ]
