Apocalypse

[wolven7]

Dreamed of zombies coming back, in a setting which was a lot like a horror movie w ith strange camera angles, perhaps influenced by Japanese Survival Horror games. All in someone's very large house.

An interlude with mech_angel and I living in my grandfather's house, and trying to get in, quickly, for fear of drive-by shootings.

Second apocalypse section involved a villa. Rough stone and bare cinderblock, in the middle of the woods. A live-in butcher got attacked by the pig he was butchering, that he had cut in HALF. The undead were rising, in all forms. There were young ravens following me, everywhere. mech_angel and her friend needed me to find a spcific spell book, with incantations and invocations written by William S. Burroughs. I found several books of tactical political spells, but I couldn't find that one. I read from one that I thought was the right one, and a portal opened, a crack in the shadows around a corner, and i fell into it. There were stairs and a door, but also Sand Dunes, at the bottom. The sides were regular but still rough-hewn stone.

At the bottom, I saw bugs, cats and other animals without real names, being sucked into a black whirlwind at the top of the crack in reality. mech_angel and her friend had found a book that would do the job. I wandered around in the dune-caves under this reality/building, sand pilled up around support columns, and there were three panthers, there. They all stared at me, from a distance, and moved farther away if I made sudden moves. One walked toward me, and up the sloping dune to the bottom of the alcove/oubliette. It was our cat, Joker, and he wanted to be sucked into the whirlwind, because he understood what it was.

I braced my feet and back against the walls, and I pushed up and slowly made my way back to the top of the gap. mech_angel's friend helped me out of the gap, and they showed me that they weren't creating an apocalypse, so much as "you are banished from exile." A paradox of liminality that literally cracked the walls of reality, and Joker was the first one out. I thought about the kinds of thinsg this meant for those who thought of themselves as purely human, what kinds of horrors they'd have to face, every day, now, and if they would think they were in Hell, or that God had abbandoned them. mech_angel gave the cat some beer, and I came to no conclusions.

In school, now. The villa turned into a school, somehow. Cinderblocks, again, and I knew that mech_angel and her friend were in a room next to the crack in reality, talking to the things they were banishing from their exile. That room was either the janitorial closet or the bathroom; I couldn't be sure. I walked off to see what was happening, elsewhere, in the school. The feeling was of elementary school, those last days of the school year? The rush and drive toward connecting with people, somehow. Things being furiously done, but none of it so important that you needed to really go to actual class, or anything. Half days and things like that. Only it was college, and people were leaving the country. I ran into Melissa who's leaving for Spain, soon, and we talked as she waited for her UPS truck to show up. Awkwardly, she kissed me and told me how she'd felt about me, all in a rush. She said she'd call me, that night, and then her truck showed.

I walked back into the building to the sound of people milling about and Dr Herman walked past me in the hall and he wanted to talk. We walked and talked, and went into a different bathroom, or perhaps the same bathroom, but dimensionally shifted from mech_angel and her friend. There was a large puddle of urine, in front of the urinals, through which Dr Herman stepped, as if it didn't matter, after looking at it, briefly. We talked about the RNC, and the surprising people they'd been using to try to sell themselves to the people.

That's about when I woke up, because I had to pee, really bad.

I have to leave for work in 50 minutes, so I should eat and get ready.

Ta.

Comments

[l-the-fangirl.livejournal.com]

...okay, dammit, I'll bite.

Why do you always print the word "house" in blue?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

You should really read This Book (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Leaves)...

Especially now that Hollowe'en is close...

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Since switching my sleeping space, I've totally had more dreams, or at least remembered more of them.
... although I still usually forget to write them down.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

That is...fantastic. I like the implications and the imagery.