Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Dream

ok, for those of you who know me fairly well, you will not be surprised to learn i have recently had a rather bizarre and vivid dream. it is true, i am prone to such sleepytime adventures as: alien religious ceremonies, flying around mountain peaks, desert palace nude dance battles with a little hand-to-hand combat thrown in the mix, zombie all-night ragers, etc... well, this most recent dream belongs right in the upper echelons of all-time spoonfullofbizarre dreams.

so i'm running with this pack of delinquent teens. we're pretty much all runaways, and the world's pretty much gone to pot. a sort of post-ww3-collapse-of-democracy-police-state-disguised-as-utopia kind of place. well, as you can imagine, the kids aint havin it. roaming around desolate rural fields in our stolen vehicle (stolen from a junk yard and fixed by some ingenious lost soul), we come across a massive burnt-out looking industrial-type building. with a little clumsy, painfully disinterested exploration, we find we have stumbled upon a resistance of sorts.

mobs of young people, partying it up, playing video games on huge screens, multiple djs spinning in various abandoned cement enclaves, drugged-out dancers (i'm pretty sure they were dancing in slow-motion), and of course, a charismatic leader. the leader gets up on a platform with a mic and stops the festivities. he wails about freedom and secrecy and triumph and then asks some kind of pledge of everyone present (this part's a little hazy). all in attendance affirm his creepy pseudo-religious call-and-response gig. my friends and i look at each other and think - is there a way we can party here without them all knowing we are impostors?

we proceed to engage the recreational opportunities. we are very convincing as compatriots to the scene and are not questioned. eventually we decide to leave, hop back in our junk yard vehicle and head out to the pastures to crash hidden in some crops. well, some suspicious hooligans decide to follow us. thus ensues the crop field car chase of all time. i mean, you've never seen crops this high, strange corn-fields, only not corn, great for hiding behind and flying around to surprise your enemies. somehow, i don't remember, we make peace with our pursuers and establish ourselves as regulars at this freak-show we've discovered. it's a sad picture really, this make-shift family of discontent youth hiding from the scary MAN.

well, at some point in the future, my crew gets into it with some other crew again. but we are a peace-loving crew, and offer to leave for the time being to appease our detractors. surprisingly, when we leave, there is a veritable army of winnebagos blocking out path to the car. they are shooting at us and throwing random object (books, rocks, cleaning supplies). we dodge the assault and make it through to our escape wagon. we look at each other with a sense of relief as well as a mutual understanding that that was totally weird. we head out to the crop fields and chill on the hood of our massive junk yard magic carpet ride. as we relax beneath the sunshine, contemplating the desolation before us - brown, nasty, unappetizing looking "crops" beneath a bluish haze - we witness a large plane fly overhead. a sinister fireball appears off in the distance. we know at that moment that we have narrowly avoided extermination. all thanks to the jerk-faced crew that gave us a hard time.

that's pretty much all i remember, but i think there was some sort of montage-type memorial reel at the end, concluding with hints that another party outpost was already glowing in the wilderness somewhere. you just can't keep those kids down.