It was Halloween. I was at my parents house. They had just remodeled it, exposing several new rooms that I never knew existed there. My uncle was there. I started counting the rooms to figure out how many people could stay here now. 27.
I went upstairs and saw a low black cloud in the sky, swirling disjointedly. It came closer to the ground, and I saw that it was made up of people in black capes. With wings. Witches. Only not real witches, but people dressed up like witches, who had made incredible flying wings. It was breathtaking. I was amazed that they could make Halloween so magical.
Then they landed on the deck. Some of them came inside. They took some of our stuff. But they were so cool that we didnt mind.
The next day I found their base. It was in the field next to my childhood homes backyard. One of the witches had taken off her wings and they were lying on the ground. I wanted to fly.
I picked them up. There were sticks extending the length of the arm, and a place to hook your wrist in on the end. There was another long stick that ran down, attached to the middle of your back. Someone asked me what it was. I said its for equilibrium. The rest of the wings were made of black cloth connecting these wooden parts. I put them on.
Then one of the witches saw me. I ran. She knew how to fly, so I knew she would be hard to evade, being faster than I. I ran and ran and ran. I wanted to fly, but I didnt know how yet. Then, I came to a place where a hill dropped off, hundreds of feet. There was wind there. Now the group of witches was chasing me, almost to me. I didnt know what I was doing, but if these wings flew, I figured this was the place that they would do it.
I jumped off the hill. The wind caught me and I soared up. I made wind-directed turns that were a little too sharp. It was beautiful.
But the witches were flying too. I steered into a forest far below. One witch caught me. I saw the situation from afar, knowing that I couldnt escape.
I suddenly had a thought that the witches had been donating their fat-rich poop to some kind of good cause. But it was in vain, because they had been mislead, and the poop was actually being used to feed geese to make foie gras.
And then I was in a Chinese market. I heard an old Chinese woman say to a young blond man the youth today would rather have their caffeine than juice! I had been just about to purchase a coffee. Instead I went over to her stand and bought a kind of salad, made with grass, small leaves, nuts and something that I wasnt sure about. I thought it might be a bean or a fruit. Like a mini mango.
I said to her excuse me, I just heard you say that the youth today would rather have caffeine than juice. That is so true. The blond man, who was her translator, said what is this:? and then he made the motion for drink. I said drink and made the motion. He repeated the word. I said yes! eat [I made the motion for eat] and drink [I made the motion for drink]. He said aaah, yes. I was proud about my ability to communicate through symbols.
Then I noticed a wooden building nearby that water was churning through. Somewhere inside pigs were being ground up alive with shit.
Then I woke up.
I went upstairs and saw a low black cloud in the sky, swirling disjointedly. It came closer to the ground, and I saw that it was made up of people in black capes. With wings. Witches. Only not real witches, but people dressed up like witches, who had made incredible flying wings. It was breathtaking. I was amazed that they could make Halloween so magical.
Then they landed on the deck. Some of them came inside. They took some of our stuff. But they were so cool that we didnt mind.
The next day I found their base. It was in the field next to my childhood homes backyard. One of the witches had taken off her wings and they were lying on the ground. I wanted to fly.
I picked them up. There were sticks extending the length of the arm, and a place to hook your wrist in on the end. There was another long stick that ran down, attached to the middle of your back. Someone asked me what it was. I said its for equilibrium. The rest of the wings were made of black cloth connecting these wooden parts. I put them on.
Then one of the witches saw me. I ran. She knew how to fly, so I knew she would be hard to evade, being faster than I. I ran and ran and ran. I wanted to fly, but I didnt know how yet. Then, I came to a place where a hill dropped off, hundreds of feet. There was wind there. Now the group of witches was chasing me, almost to me. I didnt know what I was doing, but if these wings flew, I figured this was the place that they would do it.
I jumped off the hill. The wind caught me and I soared up. I made wind-directed turns that were a little too sharp. It was beautiful.
But the witches were flying too. I steered into a forest far below. One witch caught me. I saw the situation from afar, knowing that I couldnt escape.
I suddenly had a thought that the witches had been donating their fat-rich poop to some kind of good cause. But it was in vain, because they had been mislead, and the poop was actually being used to feed geese to make foie gras.
And then I was in a Chinese market. I heard an old Chinese woman say to a young blond man the youth today would rather have their caffeine than juice! I had been just about to purchase a coffee. Instead I went over to her stand and bought a kind of salad, made with grass, small leaves, nuts and something that I wasnt sure about. I thought it might be a bean or a fruit. Like a mini mango.
I said to her excuse me, I just heard you say that the youth today would rather have caffeine than juice. That is so true. The blond man, who was her translator, said what is this:? and then he made the motion for drink. I said drink and made the motion. He repeated the word. I said yes! eat [I made the motion for eat] and drink [I made the motion for drink]. He said aaah, yes. I was proud about my ability to communicate through symbols.
Then I noticed a wooden building nearby that water was churning through. Somewhere inside pigs were being ground up alive with shit.
Then I woke up.
All of my vivid dreams have been creepy. I dreamt I was watching a new Texas Chainsaw Massacre inwhich Leatherface was beating some guy's face in with a mallet. And it was RIGHT on camera and super, super disturbing. I could see his teeth flying out and everything. Yikes.