That being said, I recently had a dream to end all other dreams on a scale of randomness. And I'm going to share it with all of you.
For the past few weeks, I haven't remembered any of my dreams. I've been so stressed that when I fall asleep at night, I'm completely unconscious for however long I sleep. When I wake up, I know I've been dreaming, I just can't remember any of them. Which is really sad for me because, well, my dreams are pretty hilarious and/or awesome when I can remember them.
Anyway- I've been feeling really sad about this. I love pondering my psycho dreams on a more philosophical level and you can't do that if you can't remember them. But then this dream happened and it is just to ridiculous not to share.
So here we go.
The setting is some kind of restaurant in the underbelly of this giant manor house me and my companions (we'll get to who's who in a minute) find ourselves at. As in all dreams of mine, there is a certain amount of things that just don't work in the real world but make total sense while I'm dreaming. The fact that this restaurant and basically an entire county can fit in this manor house.
But moving on.
My companions and I find ourselves in a restaurant (again- in the seedy underbelly of the manor house). I am, for no reason I can tell, pretending to be blind. I'm very good at it. We order non-alcholic drinks and sit down and wait. When our drinks are delivered (I didn't order one), two of my companions start scarfing theirs down and then begin to feel odd. I, being the good friend that I am, check the list of ingredients that just happen to be on label and discover that Sugar is the main ingredient.
Now normally this fact wouldn't be problematic. This is actually one of the few facts that coincide with a real life fact, but in the Manor House world we lived in, none of us ate/drank sugar. It was not allowed because it seemed to cause the same kind of side effects that drugs would.
Upon revealing this fact to my companions, they immediately stopped drinking their soda's. Unfortunately, this fact did not go unnoticed by our server who was trying to drug us on sugar. He came over and asked what was the problem. My companions made up some ridiculous excuses which he nodded at despite not looking very convinced. I was still acting blind.
The Server then proceeded to begin walking down the stairs just to my right. He paused partway down and reached towards me as if he was going to poke my eye out. Of course I flinched (wouldn't you?) and immediately everything around us froze. "Finally." he said menacingly. "I knew it was you." (I don't know why I was hiding from people or why I felt being a blind person would be the best disguise but my cover was blown now.) "Well," he continued, "I don't suppose it matters now. We only have until 10:57 and then we're all dead anyway." And with that ambiguous statement with its random time limit, he left.
My companions turned to me after he was gone. I was already on my feet weaving through the tables and chairs in the restaurant. "What's going on?" they called after me.
"We have to go now!" I called back with a whole ton of urgency in my voice. "We don't have much time!"
And with that, I took off running. I won't lie, I was in AMAZING shape. I was booking it faster than I've ever booked it before and I was only just out of breath.
As we ran, my companions wanted to know why we seemed to be running for our lives. I nodded at some of the plastic statues as we passed them. "See these dinosaur statues?" I said. "I'm pretty sure that at 10:57 they're going to come to life and we need to be long gone before that happens."
Needless to say, my companions sped up as we raced through dense forest. Everywhere I looked I could see giant statues that were going to come to life. Some were less terrifying such as the giant cricket or the dead frog, but let's face it. Even these, if big enough, could do some serious damage to human tissue so we ran.
We ran for what seemed like an eternity and then we reached the sea. (Yes. We are still in the Manor House because I remember thinking in my dream state; "Where is the exit to this stinking house?") I knew we needed to get higher so that the T-Rex's around us (and there were tons) wouldn't be able to get us. With that in mind, I took a flying leap up something that looked a lot like this;
And prayed for the best. Unfortunately my flying leap literally sent me flying far above the tip of the rock and I became suddenly very concerned for my life. Luckily one of my companions had jerry-rigged a mechanical pterodactyl and came flying to my rescue just in time. I landed on the hard lizard and quickly looked down to see how my other companion was faring. My other companion, who at the restaurant had been female through and through, had suddenly morphed into the grandpa from UP and was jerry-rigging another pterodactyl. The companion who had saved me, and I landed our lizard and rushed to Grandpa UP. "I'm gonna need more time." He said somewhat frazzled.
"You don't have it." I said, glancing up at a wall that had suddenly appeared and just happened to have a clock on it. "By the looks of it, you have about two minutes."
Now this part is a little hazy. I don't know if dreams can make adrenaline shoot through your body in real life, but if it's possible, mine was doing that at that moment because my heart rate seemed to increase and time seemed to stand still and yet those two minutes flew by because the next thing I knew, I was ordering everyone to hide. The T-Rex's were waking.
And on that cliff-hanger of an ending, I leave you. But don't worry. Part Two will be out really soon.
