Dream

[bookofmirrors]

The first part of the dream that I remember is being in what seemed to me like Warsaw (Indiana). I was outside, talking to my dad, I think, and Murke was with me. I had planned on doing a few things, but my dad said I oughta take a walk and indicated a direction I should go in. There was something specific I was supposed to do on the walk, but I don't remember what. So, I headed out, Murke with me. On the way to wherever it was we were going, Murke suddenly took off into some guy's garage, and leaped down a hole in the floor. The guy and I followed him. He had ended up in a room full of birds, and was in some sort of semi-open cage full of larger birds (pheasant-like, kinda), and was trying to eat a yellow/green parakeet. It got to the point where we had to get him to spit it out (he'd swallowed it whole, Sylvester-style). Anyway, that being done, I ended up starting a conversation with the guy and all the other people who were in this basement room. The guy was older, but all the other people were youngish. The conversation was a bit on the radical side. Turns out they were a group of people who were pretty liberal, living in an area that was predominantly conservative. The conversation ranged about several things in that vein. I remember at one point, someone told someone else not to sit so close to a particular window/ledge, and there seemed to be a warning involved, but no one thought much of it. Later, when I got to talking, and was sitting in the same place, and had gotten up, one of the women there looked back into the screen of of the window and said something like "Oh, that's not good". For some reason, this got everyone's attention, and they ended up pulling this thing out of the space between the window and the screen. It looked like a dog's chew-toy, like some sort of malformed lobster-like thing, but for some reason, it disturbed people. Like it was a toy or something that had been around a while, but it was suddenly somehow different, and sinister. Like it might have some form of evil sentience. A few people tried a few things, but they all seemed to want it destroyed. For some reason, they all seemed reluctant to do it, and I ended up being the one to "kill" the possibly-alive thing. I ended up stomping on it, and tearing it into several pieces. While it didn't technically react to this, it did seem to "die", and got pale and sick-looking (or at least its parts did). The people seemed a bit disconcerted at the thoroughness of the job I was doing, but I'd seen enough horror movies and done enough gaming to know that the job had better be done right the first time. One of the guys in the room checked out the pieces, and it turned out there were lumpy things on the inside that might have been some rudimentary organs, and what looked like a simple circulatory system (yellow). The guy ended up calling and leaving a message with some doctor and telling him about what they found. Maybe the doctor had given it to them to begin with? I was unclear on this. Then, Murke and I left (they were somewhat amazed that he would come when I called and follow me like a dog), although we ended up in a room with more people, possibly the same people, because we were talking about the shared experience with the lobster thing. The setting was supposed to be a shamanic class, and Carla came in, drumming, and we told her briefly about what had happened. She was sprinkling some sand/dust out of a little pouch, which became empty, and she explained how she refilled it, and demonstrated, and said that we were going to go to the spirits to find out what the deal was with the creature. Next thing I knew, I was walking next to a big highway. Murke was gone. I ended up crossing the highway with some difficulty, noting that it was hot enough to burn my feet, and I was barefoot. I finally made it to the other side, where there was grass, and kept walking, having no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. I made my way to a row of what appeared to be themed restaurants, where there was this weird song and dance thing going on. I ended up inside the last one, and happened to see Mike Bloom inside (I used to work with him at EGL), and went to him quietly, and asked him if I was still in Georgia. He asked if I knew what day it was, and I started to get even more worried. I'm not sure if either of the questions were answered, but the impression I got was that it had been a couple of days, and I was in Georgia, but no longer in metro Atlanta (which is weird, since the first part of my dream felt like Indiana). I asked about calling someone, and he said that he actually had a number that I was supposed to call if I was found, and gave it to me. It had the name of someone I'd never heard of. I told him that I couldn't call the number, and pulled him close, so I could urgently whisper the story of what had happened, and how the last thing I remembered was being about to find out something about the strange creature, and asked him if he could understand why I could never ever call the number of the person. He did understand, and I felt safe. I got the impression that the people who came around asking about me had been in Atlanta, and it was just a weird fluke that he and I were in this remote place. I think I was about to ask him for some money so I could go away and try to figure this whole thing out, but then I woke up.