Here’s a journal entry I wrote on September 22th, 2010. I’m updating this blog with something I wrote previously so I guess I’m cheating. This entry is about a vivid dream I had one night. It was so engrossing I wrote it down as soon as I woke up.
I love the after effect of having dream-sleep. Not all of it, but most: First, the prolonged sleepiness after gaining consciousness; second, being transported to a different realm, and third, experiencing the liberation, sensations and emotions in dreamscape and finally, the story materials they inspired. Last night, I had a dream, a dream that would normally be considered as a nightmare but to me, well, thrilling. It was disrupted however, when I was awoken suddenly, by a very insistent bladder. I checked the time on my phone and saw I’d waken up at 3:15 in the morning.
I promptly wrote my dream after returning from the toilet, because I felt it was too exciting to forget. The dreamscape was monumentally spellbinding, visually anyway. I will attempt to detail the dream as best as I could using my limited vocabulary and hope my narration evoke the same feeling as when I dreamt it.
The gates, airport like entryways to above ground were choking with people. I was there with some friends I can’t recall, and we have every intent to flee the place. The underground electrical lights have failed so darkness engulfed us. It was penetrated only by the dull glow of blue emergency lights outlining the top of the security checkpoints.
I could make out copious human forms, jostling shoulder to shoulder and I was pressed uncomfortably in their midst. The strained looks of underground denizens all around me, the still manned gates and ragged lines bespoke semblance of order in the crowd. Yet I knew better. The air stank of sweat and fear. Something sinister was afoot. My friends and I weren’t waiting for any authorities to get the electricity running again. We wanted out of there fast.
In the dream I felt a mounting dread as I had only the scantiest idea of what we were fleeing from. I just knew it was terrible. After much shunting, my party finally reached the gate. I was relieved at the smell of dank air hitting my nostrils my party neared freer space beyond the gate. Dully, we registered our names and I noticed the uniformed officer inside her spacious box was oddly unperturbed by the horde of people. That or she hid her emotions expertly like the professional civil servant she was trained to be. Poor robots.
As soon as we’re through we marched along the cavernous passage until we halted before a cluster of people. They were facing the wall at the end of the cavern. The silence in this space was foreboding. People were disappearing upwards. The way out were several sets of ladders mounted on the wall. People slid into streams of creeping bodies which looked like ants in the faint light. Relief overcame me when my hands grasped the rung of rusted steel, my path to freedom. I began making my way up into a pitch-black passage hewn through the rock. Thoughts of claustrophobia were quickly banished as I listen to breathing above and below me in the small enclosure.
After a few minutes in the darkness that’s when I heard it, shouts of terror echoing from the depths of the lair. Pandemonium had broken. I could hear people over me scuffled up faster and I followed suit, clambering upwards as fast as I could over the wails of fear and terror carried through the passage. At length, I broke surface. The coolness of night air enveloped me. I didn’t have to look to perceive the vastness of the space above.
Immediately I parted from the mouth of the hole and moved a few steps away to wait my friends. As soon as were all accounted for we fled as far as our legs could carry from the many holes, which by then were endlessly spilling frantic refugees. We made way along the barren grounds, our journey made easy by the clear night sky. After reaching a considerable distance, I looked back, and to my horror I beheld a monstrous sight.
Dinosaur-like monsters had soared ominously to the air.
Gazing with a craned neck I saw leathery bodies intertwined with a serpent at its topmost fore, so high, it looked like a tornado. Roars and shrieks shook the night. The moment felt prolonged. I tore my eyes away from the animals to look down and staggeringly, I saw no more of the exit holes whence my company came, but a gaping chasm where those beasts had burst through. I looked up, and fear overcame me. The animals had disentangled themselves and they came down with an jarring crash. I could feel it where I stood. The monsters rallied from the crash, fanning out to devour fleeing people, ululating frighteningly in warped unearth-like cries. I turned my back and stumbled, staggering up with the help of my friends, so that together, we could take off as far away as we could, not knowing where we were going.
After what felt like hours we could still hear the wails of the beasts. As dream chance would have it, the farthest member of my company discovered remnants of a carport. We stopped to inspect. Underneath the darkened shelter we saw a man size hole. It appeared to be an entrance to an archaeological dig site.
I don’t know the logic of our choice, but seeing as the subterranean creatures were now above ground like us, we thought it would be best to be back underground, hiding. So we scrambled into the hole, wriggling our body through the earth and emerged in another darkened burrow lighted feebly by an unknown source, which was suffice for us to discern our surroundings.
We gingerly walked in a huddle, scoping the area nervously. As we entered deeper we noticed, lying supine on mounds, dismembered bodies of humans and carcasses, strewn, mangled. We crept along between mounds of these decaying people, cupping nose and our mouths as we did so and found, another familiar circular entrance, a passage that allowed us to wriggle through.
Dreams bear no logic in this (as always) so we pressed on until, I woke up in my quiet room groggy, bleary-eyed and a bladder ready to burst. That’s how the thrilling nightmare ended. I wish I could see a decent ending to my dream.