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06/14/2003 Archived Entry: "I promised a dream..."

Not long ago, someone wrote me regarding my statement that I have intense and movie-like dreams, and I promised to share one. I might actually share a bunch of them over time, since they are often pretty memorable.

My dream started out......

Slowly turning in orbit above Earth is a dark faceted ball. It rotates, and a sheen glints from it in an arc around the side of it. Closer it falls, until it begins to hit atmosphere. As it touches air resistance and warms, the thousands of large, flat cockroach-like bugs that make up the ball spread out like a giant parafoil and it glides toward land. As it reaches the heights that birds can barely reach, it encounters one by chance and consumes it rapidly...like a fast-forward film. What this means though is that it collapses together to eat, then begins to hurtle fast towards a white building. It's not the ball it was in space, it almost looks jelly-like and amorphous as it attempts to form itself into a shape that can slow down. It hits the building, goes through the roof and two floors to the basement. Once it hits, the individual entities of the ball scatter and hide.

The owner of the building arrives in...it's a vacant building in a fairly rural area, but one he was trying to rent out. He is not at all happy to see that his reason for going to the building (cleanup and painting) is going to be pointless because of the holes in the ceiling and floors. He looks through the basement trying to see what caused it, but it appears to be nothing, other than a few dead bugs on the floor. He calls the airlines, trying to determine if it was a frozen lump of airline waste, and gets the runaround. Eventually he gives up, calls the local building supply place and orders the materials to fix his building.

He starts with the roof, occasionally catching glimpses of the bugs, but not thinking much of it. Once that's patched he goes to the top floor, killing the occasional bug (they are very hard to kill, so he becomes adept with the nailgun). He suffers a bite, which quickly becomes infected. He then moves to the basement, and discovers a nest of the bugs. They swarm him, but he fights them off with a paint sprayer...they don't do well coating in sticky paint. By this time he is very annoyed...his building is his one source of income, and no holes in the roof or floors will deter him from renting it, and neither will 'cockroaches'. He boards up all the holes in the building he can find. It becomes a fight of one man over thousands of bugs. Unlike the movies, where the monster bugs defeat all manner of enemies, this becomes a personal fight. It's a cage match inside a while building, where neither can leave until the other is dead. The fight goes on...the nailguns safety mechanism is altered so that he can shoot it like a gun. The paint sprayer is filled with more serious chemicals. In the end, it becomes a battle of wits, the man searching through the building to whereever the bugs can go; they are smaller and can hide, but he is smarter and can tear things apart. He tears out as much as he can...insanity is taking over. His will is all that keeps him going. He has no food. At the end of the dream he's starving and the bugs are gone. He lies down...exhausted, his bite wound is infected, he laughs shrilly as he stares at up the boarded-up ceiling. He closes his eyes...for sleep or death we can't tell.

And small versions of the bugs break free of his swollen and infected bite wound and begin to devour him.

That's what many of my dreams are like.

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