Dream from the night of October 1, 2003
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pandonkeyI'm fuzzy on the early parts, but my memory of the dream opens in a large, dark, creepy examination room in what I deduce is a mental hospital. Two orderlies deposit a man with strange eyes and an even stranger, misshapen mouth on an exam table and take their leave. The man is frantic, confused -- his eyes dart around the room, and his strange, freeform mouth trembles. There's no way for him to escape, though -- he's wearing a straitjacket. Then from out of the darkness of the rest of the room a white shape begins to emerge -- a nurse in starched whites, a pert "red cross" cap on her head.
She only comes into view, no closer -- she's preparing her instruments. The man begins to tremble violently, his mouth gibbering and dribbling but forming no coherent words. His eyes are white and wild. Suddenly, something moves beneath the skin of his forehead. It falls still for a moment, and then moves again. Two triangular protrusions jut upward beneath his skin, one just above each eye. Then two long, drooping shapes burst through the skin at the back of his head. Other strange bumps and growths begin to appear on his head, neck, and shoulders, and then down the sides of his legs. His gibbering begins to take coherent form -- now he's whispering, moaning, "No, NO!" At this final exclamation, two enormous gray wings, like those of a moth, burst from behind his shoulders through the fabric of the straitjacket, tearing it away. Every hint of fear is gone from his eyes in an instant, and he turns snarling on the nurse, who is strangely unaware of his transformation. She has only the chance to give one sharp, startled shriek when he falls on her, rending her to pieces.
(This bit was rather gory, and I don't care much for gore. What's this kind of thing doing in my subconscious, anyway? I'm honestly not a psycho, I swear!)
As the strange creature gnaws and slurps hungrily at one of the poor nurse's arms, a hunched shape appears silhouetted in an open window in the background. It remains there for a moment, deathly still and menacing, and then steps out of the window and unfolds itself into the shape of a large, hunched man in baggy clothing. He steps closer to the former patient, and as his face is illuminated his odd proportions become clear -- both his chin and his nose are long and sharp, and his eyes bulge from his head beneath a receding forehead (with a receding hairline to match). The expression on his craggy face is difficult to read -- at once haughty and humbled, resigned and uncertain. He clears his throat.
"Look here, then. Could you spare a bit of that for a good chap?"
The moth-creature's eyes narrow, and he makes a gurgling sound in his throat. He doesn't pause in his gnoshing.
"I say, how about that leg over there?" says the vampire (for a vampire the visitor is indeed). He begins to edge toward it, eyes remaining on the beast, who makes no sign of noticing. "I don't think you'd miss it at all, really." As the vampire lowers one gnarled hand toward the leg, the moth creature suddenly whirls around, bloody foam flying from the corners of his mouth. The vampire yelps, grabs the leg, and makes a dive for the window. His hasty escape proves unnecessary, though, as the beast immediately returns to his feast, this time selecting the tasty and succulent eyeballs. (heeheehee, sorry, I couldn't help it ;))
Scene cuts to outside the mental hospital, where several cars (mostly aged convertibles) are parked on the lush green grass of the lawn. It's dark out here, too, of course, as it's the middle of the night, but the lights from the hospital provide enough light to see some of the cars' occupants. There are about a dozen of them, in various shapes and sizes, though several resemble the leg-stealing vampire of the previous scene. In the back seat of an old blue convertible of unknown origin sits a fairly ordinary-looking teenaged couple, the boy dressed entirely in rumpled, black hand-me-downs, and the girl in trendy, tight-fighting jeans and a pink babydoll T-shirt. They look uncomfortable -- probably a first date.
From among the bushes surrounding the hospital building, the thieving vampire appears, bearing the leg above his head as a prize. He calls out, "Look here, lads! Bit of supper for us all, should be plenty!" A wave of grumbling passes through the group as the leg-thief comes among them and takes a seat in the back of an old Mercedes. The thief looks miffed. "Well, don't complain to me, I did a charitable thing and left the rest of 'er to a mad chap up there that was hungry!" The group falls silent except for eager slurping as the leg is passed among them.
The leg arrives in the hands of the young boy, and he sinks his teeth into the now puncture-riddled skin and drinks his fill. Then, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, he turns and hesitantly offers the leg to his date. She purses her lips and shakes her head. "Look, I didn't come out with you to suck on some dead girl's leg. I'd rather have a Coney Island burger and fries!"
(The Coney Island thing (and a lot of the dialogue, actually) is straight from the dream, genuine quotation. The parts that aren't direct quotes are all fitted to the tone of what I can't-quite-remember was said in the dream. I have no idea why Coney Island, though.)
Cut to the street in Queens where Doug and I used to live. The vampire boy and his date are walking down the sidewalk, almost -- but not quite -- holding hands. They're looking for a late-night diner. Just ahead of them, at an intersection, a rooster and two hens cross the road. All three are wearing tiny, brightly colored bowler hats. Suddenly I'm standing there, watching this spectacle, and I laugh and say, "Y'know, I never thought I'd get used to that!" The boy and girl turn and look at me blankly.
(And here the memory of the dream fades. I know there was a scene with the vampire boy and his date sitting in a diner, each eating a plate of "Coney Island burger and fries," but now I can't quite remember the part that came after that. I realize it's a bit of a letdown ending, but at least I remembered the chickens. :))
Now that all of you (uh, all two or three of you) who read my journal think I'm nuts, I'll take my leave. Goodnight out there, whatEVER you are!
She only comes into view, no closer -- she's preparing her instruments. The man begins to tremble violently, his mouth gibbering and dribbling but forming no coherent words. His eyes are white and wild. Suddenly, something moves beneath the skin of his forehead. It falls still for a moment, and then moves again. Two triangular protrusions jut upward beneath his skin, one just above each eye. Then two long, drooping shapes burst through the skin at the back of his head. Other strange bumps and growths begin to appear on his head, neck, and shoulders, and then down the sides of his legs. His gibbering begins to take coherent form -- now he's whispering, moaning, "No, NO!" At this final exclamation, two enormous gray wings, like those of a moth, burst from behind his shoulders through the fabric of the straitjacket, tearing it away. Every hint of fear is gone from his eyes in an instant, and he turns snarling on the nurse, who is strangely unaware of his transformation. She has only the chance to give one sharp, startled shriek when he falls on her, rending her to pieces.
(This bit was rather gory, and I don't care much for gore. What's this kind of thing doing in my subconscious, anyway? I'm honestly not a psycho, I swear!)
As the strange creature gnaws and slurps hungrily at one of the poor nurse's arms, a hunched shape appears silhouetted in an open window in the background. It remains there for a moment, deathly still and menacing, and then steps out of the window and unfolds itself into the shape of a large, hunched man in baggy clothing. He steps closer to the former patient, and as his face is illuminated his odd proportions become clear -- both his chin and his nose are long and sharp, and his eyes bulge from his head beneath a receding forehead (with a receding hairline to match). The expression on his craggy face is difficult to read -- at once haughty and humbled, resigned and uncertain. He clears his throat.
"Look here, then. Could you spare a bit of that for a good chap?"
The moth-creature's eyes narrow, and he makes a gurgling sound in his throat. He doesn't pause in his gnoshing.
"I say, how about that leg over there?" says the vampire (for a vampire the visitor is indeed). He begins to edge toward it, eyes remaining on the beast, who makes no sign of noticing. "I don't think you'd miss it at all, really." As the vampire lowers one gnarled hand toward the leg, the moth creature suddenly whirls around, bloody foam flying from the corners of his mouth. The vampire yelps, grabs the leg, and makes a dive for the window. His hasty escape proves unnecessary, though, as the beast immediately returns to his feast, this time selecting the tasty and succulent eyeballs. (heeheehee, sorry, I couldn't help it ;))
Scene cuts to outside the mental hospital, where several cars (mostly aged convertibles) are parked on the lush green grass of the lawn. It's dark out here, too, of course, as it's the middle of the night, but the lights from the hospital provide enough light to see some of the cars' occupants. There are about a dozen of them, in various shapes and sizes, though several resemble the leg-stealing vampire of the previous scene. In the back seat of an old blue convertible of unknown origin sits a fairly ordinary-looking teenaged couple, the boy dressed entirely in rumpled, black hand-me-downs, and the girl in trendy, tight-fighting jeans and a pink babydoll T-shirt. They look uncomfortable -- probably a first date.
From among the bushes surrounding the hospital building, the thieving vampire appears, bearing the leg above his head as a prize. He calls out, "Look here, lads! Bit of supper for us all, should be plenty!" A wave of grumbling passes through the group as the leg-thief comes among them and takes a seat in the back of an old Mercedes. The thief looks miffed. "Well, don't complain to me, I did a charitable thing and left the rest of 'er to a mad chap up there that was hungry!" The group falls silent except for eager slurping as the leg is passed among them.
The leg arrives in the hands of the young boy, and he sinks his teeth into the now puncture-riddled skin and drinks his fill. Then, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, he turns and hesitantly offers the leg to his date. She purses her lips and shakes her head. "Look, I didn't come out with you to suck on some dead girl's leg. I'd rather have a Coney Island burger and fries!"
(The Coney Island thing (and a lot of the dialogue, actually) is straight from the dream, genuine quotation. The parts that aren't direct quotes are all fitted to the tone of what I can't-quite-remember was said in the dream. I have no idea why Coney Island, though.)
Cut to the street in Queens where Doug and I used to live. The vampire boy and his date are walking down the sidewalk, almost -- but not quite -- holding hands. They're looking for a late-night diner. Just ahead of them, at an intersection, a rooster and two hens cross the road. All three are wearing tiny, brightly colored bowler hats. Suddenly I'm standing there, watching this spectacle, and I laugh and say, "Y'know, I never thought I'd get used to that!" The boy and girl turn and look at me blankly.
(And here the memory of the dream fades. I know there was a scene with the vampire boy and his date sitting in a diner, each eating a plate of "Coney Island burger and fries," but now I can't quite remember the part that came after that. I realize it's a bit of a letdown ending, but at least I remembered the chickens. :))
Now that all of you (uh, all two or three of you) who read my journal think I'm nuts, I'll take my leave. Goodnight out there, whatEVER you are!