Message #35499

[guest88]

In the beginning, I remember Mary our delivery specialist helping me sort out our orders as we normally do. There's a pair of muffins we almost forget and we are delivering out to the country. There's more here, it's very hard to recall- feels like the person we are delivering to is some kind of witch? The dream devolves into some type of competition, and all I remember is trying to escape- in order to escape, I have to play. The land is very surreal.

What I can start to remember, with more clarity, is having to descend into a dark tunnel. It feels like I am moving though an underground city and jump into a canal of water- I plunge my head and see water spiraling towards me, I have to move past it and into blackness. I emerge into another memory of the dream...

Now I am in the shower locker, I am still 'on the run' but the feeling has shifted- there's a goal and the game has provided me an underwater suit that allows me to carry up to an additional 50lbs- I run past people and into the showers to put the suit on. As I am sitting on the bench, Will Smith walks up behind me... He is trying to tease me and calls me Boy. I reply to him, some snarky answer, a type of intelligence I don't normally posses- showing some kind of understanding of what's happening, and my mission... He replies back using an equal intelligence- words I have never heard before and can't remember, then tells me to call him Sir. He lurks behind me like he is going to grab me and I remember throwing my elbow as hard as I can into his pelvis. The jab takes as he stumbles back with surprise when suddenly the rest of the people in the shower gang up on me.
They throw me in some kind of laundry cart and start beating my face. I am pleading for them to stop as Will is standing in the back smiling. I tell him I am playing the game and pleading that no one goes on the airplane. I tell him I am trying to stop the airplane. The suit I was wearing was to help me? He begins to understand, watching as a kid hits me in the back of my head- and I believe he himself takes on the mission and runs towards the desired goal, leaving the locker-room.

Another part of the dream recollection...
Now I am walking across someones yard with my family. There's a mechanical prop out front. It is very life-like. We are watching with amusement. You can see she is attached to the yard she moves about with extending poles. We believe her routine to be some kind of program. She is bouncing a tennis ball three times off the ground and catching it with one hand- on the third bounce the ball moves away from her and she twirls around the yard- picks it up and tries again. Each time she is moving closer to us. At one point the ball goes between Dad and I and she twirls around us. My Dad comments on the precision and advancement of the robotics as we start to walk away. I feel the need to thank the 'robot' as we walk past and into someones house- "Thank you" I say when she suddenly replies- "But I have a tennis ball for you too, come and play." I walk up to the prop and give her a hug. She hugs me when suddenly her smile turns awry and her hands turn into cold steel-single prong like shapes which are turned down and into my lower back. I feel her push in, tearing my skin and sear across my back which sends me into shocking pain- I wake up convulsing, the cold sharp pain is still there on my lower left! The need to pee allows me to shake the feeling off. I don't dare check my back for any scratch marks- I don't care to give any more life to this feeling.

After I use the restroom I immediately see a pattern between sergio, casey and my self. That is- this game, or challenge before us. I think to come here to record but decide to go back to sleep for a little- if I remember, I'll record later... I fall asleep into another dream.

I am in a classroom... My boss, Sharon, is leading the class. There is yet another challenge- one that is more a recruitment. The feeling is like there are three of us among the students trying to see who will enroll- who will not. I remember a Father and Son asking me questions about the job, and as the Father tells me his objections Sharon arrives. I ask him to present his objections to her- Sharon and I seem disappointed that he is not interested. I think it has something to do with money. I watch the others who have succeeded in recruiting members- just when I thought I lost, the Son gives Sharon his card- I can't remember much about the card... Just that the Son enrolls with us, which sends the Father into an outrage. He leaves the classroom as the Son and I watch quietly, I can feel the Sons emotions behind this. Yet another surprise, an alarm goes off and we are all forced to evacuate the building. I am telling the students, as I am running with them, to pace themselves- don't overwhelm each other and trample upon others. I remember seeing my old high school friend being the first one to shout something like- mindful strides. A girl runs past me and tells me they've poisoned the area. We are being gassed. Is there no escape?

I get to a room where we are all crowded up against cafeteria doors and can see people on the other side. There's also some tarp with plastic zipties holding it down. I remember grabbing a chair trying to break this plexiglass. Or trying to use the same chair to break the zipties. Suddenly I am observing out of body a woman laying on the ground. She was captured. And there is a mask on her, with teeth on the inside of the mask. There is a team in hazmat and the woman leading this rush is questioning the woman they've captured- of course she can't talk. All she can do is scream as her mask starts to fill with water and the teeth start to eat her face. This is really strange but the woman leading the team with hazmat break into some kind of song/dance routine explaining what they're doing- that they infiltrate our systems out of love- that they'll come to our schools, our homes. I do not trust whatever is happening. Like a movie my attention is brought back to the woman on the ground suffering alone. The mask on her releases its grip and the woman in hazmat- another old high school friend by the name Kathy- ask her "how many" and to my surprise the woman replies 5. She says she is responsible for killing at least "5 of them." I haven't a clue. That was enough for them, and the mask(seemingly self conscious) starts to tighten its grip on her face once more as she wreathes about, it looks like she is drowning in a self contained unit. The mask release its grip for the final time and leaves her, it slides off and moves away like an octopus as the woman is left laying on the ground defeated- it stole her voice.

I wake up.