I was riding my bike near General Sherman middle-school when I decided to take a shortcut through a wooded area to get to the other side of town. I got through the trees and into a clearing where there was a big wall of sand surrounding this big abandoned electric plant. It was several stories tall, made mostly of metal - with walkways all around the outside on all the levels. I tried to make my way down the sand walls on my bike, but ended up getting stuck near the bottom. Someone else was already there, also stuck in the sand, and she warned me that I shouldn't go in the building because it was being watched. We could hear those people mumbling and getting closer as we were trying to get out of the sand, but we snuck around and got away right before those people showed up.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Haunted House
Me and one of my friends from work were standing around in a big waiting area, somewhat like a bus station or train station. I had on a long tan coat, and underneath I was hiding my long black coat - which contained a tape recorder, my wallet, and some other things.
A policeman came into the area, and began searching people and asking questions about someone that had been shot. I think I might have been hiding the gun as well, because we slowly started to walk away from where we were standing, and I casually dropped the black coat on the floor as we left. Nobody noticed, and we got away.
As we were walking, I noticed that Misty was getting cold. It actually might have been her coat that I was hiding earlier, so I took off mine and gave it to her to wear. I have the ability to block out cold for short periods of time, so this didn't bother me.
We made our way to a haunted house attraction that we'd been wanting to visit. It was $25 dollars to get in, but we paid... hoping that it'd be worth the money. It was made from an old barn, but it had been made up inside to really look like a house. We were the only ones there, that made it a little more creepy. Once we got inside though, it turned out to be really amateur. The rooms were small, and every now and then some little kid would jump out of a hole in the wall and try to scare us. It was pretty lame, except near the end where they had some special effects that made it look like there were giant dogs in the next room. You'd look through the keyholes and mail slot on this big door, and you'd see a giant dog in the next room - thanks to some little video displays on the other side of the door.
A policeman came into the area, and began searching people and asking questions about someone that had been shot. I think I might have been hiding the gun as well, because we slowly started to walk away from where we were standing, and I casually dropped the black coat on the floor as we left. Nobody noticed, and we got away.
As we were walking, I noticed that Misty was getting cold. It actually might have been her coat that I was hiding earlier, so I took off mine and gave it to her to wear. I have the ability to block out cold for short periods of time, so this didn't bother me.
We made our way to a haunted house attraction that we'd been wanting to visit. It was $25 dollars to get in, but we paid... hoping that it'd be worth the money. It was made from an old barn, but it had been made up inside to really look like a house. We were the only ones there, that made it a little more creepy. Once we got inside though, it turned out to be really amateur. The rooms were small, and every now and then some little kid would jump out of a hole in the wall and try to scare us. It was pretty lame, except near the end where they had some special effects that made it look like there were giant dogs in the next room. You'd look through the keyholes and mail slot on this big door, and you'd see a giant dog in the next room - thanks to some little video displays on the other side of the door.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Late For Work, Sneaking In The Fancy House
I was sitting on the front porch, waiting for the mailman to arrive. This was an enclosed porch, and if I looked up at the ceiling I was able to see through a vent in the floor to the upstairs bedroom. I remarked to Genesee that I wanted to put a couch on the porch, so I could drop Kitty down through the vent and give him a little "ride" down to the couch below.
The mailman came and dropped off a package that I had been waiting for. It was a GBA multi-cart, as well as a modified GBA SP and magnifying screen. When I opened it, I was upset because I thought it was supposed to come with a webcam (?) but then I realized that I had actually ordered that from someone else. Shortly after this I began to get ready for work.
As I made my way down the road, I realized that I had forgotten to wear my uniform - I was wearing my normal street clothes. I was already running a little bit late, so I was pissed that I had to turn around and head back to the house. When I got back to the house, I ran into Jackie and Misty outside - and they wondered why I was in such a hurry. I told them that I had to change for work, but then I realized that if they weren't at work... oh... the day was Saturday, and I wasn't even supposed to be going to work anyway. Doh!
Despite these facts, there were a couple of great big boxes sitting outside my house... ones that we normally use at work then throw away. I guess I had to throw these away as well, since they were sitting on my lawn, so I started dragging them down the street to find a place to put them.
I came upon this big fancy house, sitting unoccupied in the middle of a neighborhood of other fancy houses. I headed up the driveway and began to cut the boxes and fold them over so I could stuff them into the trashcans outside this house. Nobody was living there, I could see that there was no furniture inside, so I decided to take my cut down boxes inside the house to throw them away. I looked all around the house, going from room to room, before leaving to head back to my own house.
As I was walking back down the driveway to leave, mom and dad showed up. I commented to dad that whoever lived there was paying $21,000/mo rent, and that they were crazy. I said to be very quiet as we left, because we weren't supposed to even be there. Mom heard me mention the rent amount, however, and shouted out loud that $21k was crazy. One of the neighbors heard this and came over to check on the house.
She said she was a relative of the people that lived there, and that they hadn't actually moved out - but instead they were on their honeymoon somewhere. We acted like we were interested in buying the house, and asked if it was available to be shown by appointment. The woman just looked at us suspiciously, so we continued slowly towards our cars. The woman then shouted down to us, asking if we were the team of videographers that were supposed to be recording the events on the back lawn... we just ran away.
The mailman came and dropped off a package that I had been waiting for. It was a GBA multi-cart, as well as a modified GBA SP and magnifying screen. When I opened it, I was upset because I thought it was supposed to come with a webcam (?) but then I realized that I had actually ordered that from someone else. Shortly after this I began to get ready for work.
As I made my way down the road, I realized that I had forgotten to wear my uniform - I was wearing my normal street clothes. I was already running a little bit late, so I was pissed that I had to turn around and head back to the house. When I got back to the house, I ran into Jackie and Misty outside - and they wondered why I was in such a hurry. I told them that I had to change for work, but then I realized that if they weren't at work... oh... the day was Saturday, and I wasn't even supposed to be going to work anyway. Doh!
Despite these facts, there were a couple of great big boxes sitting outside my house... ones that we normally use at work then throw away. I guess I had to throw these away as well, since they were sitting on my lawn, so I started dragging them down the street to find a place to put them.
I came upon this big fancy house, sitting unoccupied in the middle of a neighborhood of other fancy houses. I headed up the driveway and began to cut the boxes and fold them over so I could stuff them into the trashcans outside this house. Nobody was living there, I could see that there was no furniture inside, so I decided to take my cut down boxes inside the house to throw them away. I looked all around the house, going from room to room, before leaving to head back to my own house.
As I was walking back down the driveway to leave, mom and dad showed up. I commented to dad that whoever lived there was paying $21,000/mo rent, and that they were crazy. I said to be very quiet as we left, because we weren't supposed to even be there. Mom heard me mention the rent amount, however, and shouted out loud that $21k was crazy. One of the neighbors heard this and came over to check on the house.
She said she was a relative of the people that lived there, and that they hadn't actually moved out - but instead they were on their honeymoon somewhere. We acted like we were interested in buying the house, and asked if it was available to be shown by appointment. The woman just looked at us suspiciously, so we continued slowly towards our cars. The woman then shouted down to us, asking if we were the team of videographers that were supposed to be recording the events on the back lawn... we just ran away.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Burning Biscuit Clown Attack
I was standing on the porch of our old house on Hubert Ave. I could hear the phone ringing in one of the nearby houses, and I also noticed the smell of smoke in the air. I walked over to the house where the phone was ringing, and I saw that on the front porch there was an unattended grill, cooking biscuits that were burnt and almost ready to catch fire.
I banged on the screen door of the porch, but nobody would answer. The phone continued to ring, so I assumed that either nobody was home - or someone was inside hurt. I went ahead and opened the screen door and went onto the porch to turn off the grill and pour water on the biscuits. Just as I did that, a big fat man came lumbering out of the house and onto the porch... yelling at me about breaking into his house. I hurried back outside, trying to explain how I had only gone into his porch in order to keep his house from catching fire - but he wasn't interested in hearing that.
I was trying to hurry back to our house, and as I looked back at the fat man's house, I saw an evil clown looking out of the bedroow window at me. It was yelling and chanting something... but I wasn't able to tell what, since I was hurrying to get away. I made it to our back steps, but I could hear that the clown had come out of the fat man's house and was making his way over to ours. It was yelling and chanting the whole way.
It cornered me at the top of the stairs near the back door, and despite my knocking to get in - nobody would unlock it for me. The clown started to come up the stairs to get me, but luckily I was able to keep kicking it in the face every time that it got high enough that its head was level with my foot. I did this repeatedly until its whole face (I'm talking the actual face, not just the clown makeup) finally got smeared away by the continued kicking.
I banged on the screen door of the porch, but nobody would answer. The phone continued to ring, so I assumed that either nobody was home - or someone was inside hurt. I went ahead and opened the screen door and went onto the porch to turn off the grill and pour water on the biscuits. Just as I did that, a big fat man came lumbering out of the house and onto the porch... yelling at me about breaking into his house. I hurried back outside, trying to explain how I had only gone into his porch in order to keep his house from catching fire - but he wasn't interested in hearing that.
I was trying to hurry back to our house, and as I looked back at the fat man's house, I saw an evil clown looking out of the bedroow window at me. It was yelling and chanting something... but I wasn't able to tell what, since I was hurrying to get away. I made it to our back steps, but I could hear that the clown had come out of the fat man's house and was making his way over to ours. It was yelling and chanting the whole way.
It cornered me at the top of the stairs near the back door, and despite my knocking to get in - nobody would unlock it for me. The clown started to come up the stairs to get me, but luckily I was able to keep kicking it in the face every time that it got high enough that its head was level with my foot. I did this repeatedly until its whole face (I'm talking the actual face, not just the clown makeup) finally got smeared away by the continued kicking.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Flying Saucer Reunion
I was at some sort of reunion event for the television show "Married with Children." It was being held somewhere in the country, but close to a small shopping mall. There were lots of people out on a large lawn, everyone sharing their stories about the show. I was talking to the woman that played Marcy, and we were complaining about how Christina Applegate was "too good to come" to the event.
As we were talking, a large UFO flew above us, very low to the ground. At first we thought it was just a stunt that the event coordinators were doing, but then I realized that it was indeed a real flying saucer. The sun was beginning to set, so it was getting a little dark, but I jumped in my car and followed this UFO to the strip mall next door.
I hopped out and quickly grabbed my digital camera. The autofocus wasn't working well, because I was hurrying to take the pictures - and the UFO was pretty far away and it was dark out. I managed to snap maybe a dozen pictures before the spaceship started to fly away. As I was taking pictures, I noticed two women that were aiming some sort of blue light device at me. It turns out that these women were working for the aliens, and their device was erasing my digital camera every time they shot the device at me. Once I realized this, I began chasing them into a store - taking pictures the whole way.
Once I followed them into the entryway of this store, I realized that the UFO ( which was now barely the size of a frisbee ) had also come into the enclosed area. I quickly slammed the doors shut on the store, effectively locking this "UFO" in the entry area. Sadly, I then noticed that the "UFO" was nothing more than a paper plate with a large flying bug underneath of it. The real UFO had used this as a tactic to distract me, and it had flown away without me getting a single picture of it.
As we were talking, a large UFO flew above us, very low to the ground. At first we thought it was just a stunt that the event coordinators were doing, but then I realized that it was indeed a real flying saucer. The sun was beginning to set, so it was getting a little dark, but I jumped in my car and followed this UFO to the strip mall next door.
I hopped out and quickly grabbed my digital camera. The autofocus wasn't working well, because I was hurrying to take the pictures - and the UFO was pretty far away and it was dark out. I managed to snap maybe a dozen pictures before the spaceship started to fly away. As I was taking pictures, I noticed two women that were aiming some sort of blue light device at me. It turns out that these women were working for the aliens, and their device was erasing my digital camera every time they shot the device at me. Once I realized this, I began chasing them into a store - taking pictures the whole way.
Once I followed them into the entryway of this store, I realized that the UFO ( which was now barely the size of a frisbee ) had also come into the enclosed area. I quickly slammed the doors shut on the store, effectively locking this "UFO" in the entry area. Sadly, I then noticed that the "UFO" was nothing more than a paper plate with a large flying bug underneath of it. The real UFO had used this as a tactic to distract me, and it had flown away without me getting a single picture of it.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Fireboy
It was nighttime, and I was sitting on the open porch of my old house on Bauman Hill Rd. It had been converted into some sort of house / gas station / convenience store hybrid - and there was a man driving a convertible limo parked out front, getting something to eat, while leaving his kids in the car.
One of his younger sons, sitting in the back seat, filled a mug up with gasoline and started drinking it. He said he wanted to set himself on fire, so not only was he drinking the gas but he was also pouring it on himself. His dad started to walk out of the store, and so his son wouldn't catch fire before he got back to the car, I got out a fire house and started spraying the kid (and the car) down with water. I put enough water on him that he wouldn't be able to light himself, but he had still sucked down all the gas from his mug.
The guy driving the limo freaked out that his son was doing something so weird, so he peeled out of the gas station and headed back towards Lancaster. Before he could even go over the hill in front of the house, I saw his car burst into flames. Somehow, the front seat also got gasoline on it and one of his other kids had started it on fire. The limo fishtailed and spun around in the road, changing directions, now heading away from Lancaster. Again, before he could leave my sight, the limo driver grabbed the kid who drank all the gas and threw him out of the car as he was driving away.
The kid was obviously sick and dazed, and when he hit the ground he just rolled to the edge of the road and laid there. I remember thinking to myself that I should probably call the cops or something, but I just sat there on the porch - watching to see what would happen next. One car drove by and apparently didn't even see the kid, whizzing right past him. The next vehicle that came by was a big truck, and it had to swerve off the road to avoid hitting the boy because he'd woken up and was stumbling and dragging himself into the middle of the road.
Once I realized the boy wasn't going to die, I ran inside, fearing that I'd be in trouble now because I owned the gas station where he drank all the gas in the first place.
One of his younger sons, sitting in the back seat, filled a mug up with gasoline and started drinking it. He said he wanted to set himself on fire, so not only was he drinking the gas but he was also pouring it on himself. His dad started to walk out of the store, and so his son wouldn't catch fire before he got back to the car, I got out a fire house and started spraying the kid (and the car) down with water. I put enough water on him that he wouldn't be able to light himself, but he had still sucked down all the gas from his mug.
The guy driving the limo freaked out that his son was doing something so weird, so he peeled out of the gas station and headed back towards Lancaster. Before he could even go over the hill in front of the house, I saw his car burst into flames. Somehow, the front seat also got gasoline on it and one of his other kids had started it on fire. The limo fishtailed and spun around in the road, changing directions, now heading away from Lancaster. Again, before he could leave my sight, the limo driver grabbed the kid who drank all the gas and threw him out of the car as he was driving away.
The kid was obviously sick and dazed, and when he hit the ground he just rolled to the edge of the road and laid there. I remember thinking to myself that I should probably call the cops or something, but I just sat there on the porch - watching to see what would happen next. One car drove by and apparently didn't even see the kid, whizzing right past him. The next vehicle that came by was a big truck, and it had to swerve off the road to avoid hitting the boy because he'd woken up and was stumbling and dragging himself into the middle of the road.
Once I realized the boy wasn't going to die, I ran inside, fearing that I'd be in trouble now because I owned the gas station where he drank all the gas in the first place.
Monday, August 23, 2004
The Beating Of Kutcher
I was staying the night at my cousin's house, and woke up in the early morning to discover to strange people sleeping in one of the rooms. I woke Jim to ask him who these people were, but before he could answer - those two folks woke up and came into the room with guns drawn. Apparently they had taken us hostage during the night, despite everyone (including the hostage takers) being asleep in different rooms.
One of the persons that took us hostage was Ashton Kutcher. He stayed in the same room as me and Genesee, and was playing videogames and messing around with other stuff in the room. I started talking to him a little, slowly gaining his trust, and when he wasn't paying attention - I grabbed the gun from the holster on his belt.
I aimed it at him and told him not to move, and told Genesee to run out of the house and get far away from there. Ashton didn't seem too concerned though, which made me realize that the gun wasn't even loaded. He started to walk towards me, as if to try to take the gun back away from me - so I bashed him in the head with the butt of the gun. The first blow didn't have much effect, so I kept beating him over the head with the gun until he fell down.
Once I knocked him out, I drug him outside and continued beating up on him. I was doing various wrestling type moves on him... back breakers, DDTs, pile drivers... eventually leaving him in a broken pile on the ground.
One of the persons that took us hostage was Ashton Kutcher. He stayed in the same room as me and Genesee, and was playing videogames and messing around with other stuff in the room. I started talking to him a little, slowly gaining his trust, and when he wasn't paying attention - I grabbed the gun from the holster on his belt.
I aimed it at him and told him not to move, and told Genesee to run out of the house and get far away from there. Ashton didn't seem too concerned though, which made me realize that the gun wasn't even loaded. He started to walk towards me, as if to try to take the gun back away from me - so I bashed him in the head with the butt of the gun. The first blow didn't have much effect, so I kept beating him over the head with the gun until he fell down.
Once I knocked him out, I drug him outside and continued beating up on him. I was doing various wrestling type moves on him... back breakers, DDTs, pile drivers... eventually leaving him in a broken pile on the ground.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Lost At The Mall
I was having dinner with some friends at a mall, sitting in the food court, when one of them offered me some fried chicken. Not particularly caring for fried chicken, I only took some of the crunchy skin and ate it. Shortly after this, I heard a voice above me ask "would you like some more chicken?" I replied that I didn't, thinking that there was a waitress behind me or something - but then I realized the voice came from one of the speakers that were hanging above our heads. It turns out that all of these speakers hanging from the ceiling, normally playing mall music... they all had microphones in them. Any conversations that people were having at their tables were being heard by "someone" in the mall offices. This creeped me out, so I grabbed my bag (which contained flavored water, and two jugs of milk that had been sitting out for a day) and left.
I went into the parking lot to look for my car, but I had forgotten where I parked. I was wandering around for a few minutes before I came across a bunch of kids playing football. It was dark now, so they really couldn't see what they were doing - and one kid through the ball way past his buddy and it landed near me. My hands were full, but I put down my stuff and tossed the ball back to them. They did that same thing one more time, but this time one of their friends came to get the ball - and in the process, he dropped a FRS radio that he was carrying. I picked it up, cuz I was gonna keep it, but as I was getting ready to walk away someone called his name on it - so he heard, and I had to give it back.
I cut through some trees and began looking for my car again, only to have someone else stop me. A few rows away, there was a big SUV sitting with one of it's doors open, a girl inside yelling "Hey Bob! Hey Bob!" (This is weird too, mostly because nobody calls me "Bob" anymore.) I walked over and saw that it was Pam, one of my good friends from back in high school. I was surprised to see her, so I asked what she was doing in the area. She was riding around in this big SUV full of hippie looking people, but she wasn't dressed like one of them. I got in the truck with her and we started talking... she told me about how she isn't married anymore, because her husband died a few months earlier. The dream just ended there... lame.
I went into the parking lot to look for my car, but I had forgotten where I parked. I was wandering around for a few minutes before I came across a bunch of kids playing football. It was dark now, so they really couldn't see what they were doing - and one kid through the ball way past his buddy and it landed near me. My hands were full, but I put down my stuff and tossed the ball back to them. They did that same thing one more time, but this time one of their friends came to get the ball - and in the process, he dropped a FRS radio that he was carrying. I picked it up, cuz I was gonna keep it, but as I was getting ready to walk away someone called his name on it - so he heard, and I had to give it back.
I cut through some trees and began looking for my car again, only to have someone else stop me. A few rows away, there was a big SUV sitting with one of it's doors open, a girl inside yelling "Hey Bob! Hey Bob!" (This is weird too, mostly because nobody calls me "Bob" anymore.) I walked over and saw that it was Pam, one of my good friends from back in high school. I was surprised to see her, so I asked what she was doing in the area. She was riding around in this big SUV full of hippie looking people, but she wasn't dressed like one of them. I got in the truck with her and we started talking... she told me about how she isn't married anymore, because her husband died a few months earlier. The dream just ended there... lame.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Flying Through Africa
I started out inside someone's house, along with Genesee, almost as if we had broken into the place and were trying to wire it up for surveillance or something. I had crawled up into the attic and was hiding there, while also trying to figure out an alternate method of getting down. I found another hole in the attic floor, which was just barely big enough for me to squeeze down through. I scraped the pink insulation away from the hole, and shimmied down into one of the rooms of the house.
Shortly after that, I escaped from the house by "flying" out of one of the top windows. While I initially thought I was flying, it turned out that there was a long cable attached to the top of the house - and it was connected to a tree that was some distance away. This let me jump out the window and zoom down to the ground without hurting myself. Once I was on the ground, I saw Ibra sitting in his car. It turns out I was actually in Africa, and he was going to lead the way to a place where I'd be safe.
He took off down the road, and I continued "flying" on this cable contraption. As he drove quickly through the streets, I realized that I was in his home country, and that if he didn't slow down I would get lost - because I couldn't keep up. The roads were very similar to the roads here in Lancaster. The same general direction I'd take to get to Rising Park here, also took me to a big park there in Africa. As I hovered along the sidewalks, people walking along with me were amazed that I was floating above the ground as I moved.
Somehow after that, I ended up in Atlantic City. But this time we actually arrived via the water. We drove in to this big docking area on the boardwalk, where everyone arriving was pulling up in this little bitty power boats - barely big enough to sit in. I walked around the food court inside the docks, but then when I was ready to leave - I couldn't find the little boat that I arrived in.
Shortly after that, I escaped from the house by "flying" out of one of the top windows. While I initially thought I was flying, it turned out that there was a long cable attached to the top of the house - and it was connected to a tree that was some distance away. This let me jump out the window and zoom down to the ground without hurting myself. Once I was on the ground, I saw Ibra sitting in his car. It turns out I was actually in Africa, and he was going to lead the way to a place where I'd be safe.
He took off down the road, and I continued "flying" on this cable contraption. As he drove quickly through the streets, I realized that I was in his home country, and that if he didn't slow down I would get lost - because I couldn't keep up. The roads were very similar to the roads here in Lancaster. The same general direction I'd take to get to Rising Park here, also took me to a big park there in Africa. As I hovered along the sidewalks, people walking along with me were amazed that I was floating above the ground as I moved.
Somehow after that, I ended up in Atlantic City. But this time we actually arrived via the water. We drove in to this big docking area on the boardwalk, where everyone arriving was pulling up in this little bitty power boats - barely big enough to sit in. I walked around the food court inside the docks, but then when I was ready to leave - I couldn't find the little boat that I arrived in.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Flying Worker
I was working in a large retail warehouse, but it was with almost all of the people I currently work with. (Which is not in a warehouse, fwiw.) It seemed as if we were getting ready to open an outlet-type store there in the warehouse, so all of us were in a hurry to get things ready.
Kim, Misty, and Chad were all working on several skids of sunglasses. Some of them were still packed in cases, but many of them were just in piles and stacks on top of the boxes. Misty was sorting out the "good" sunglasses from the bad ones, and Chad was running them from the piles, over to the shelves where they would be on display. While they were doing that, Kim started going through a bunch of boxes of clothing that needed sorted and put onto trucks to ship to our other stores.
I seemed to just be moving around the areas, checking on everyone's progress - but then I began to help. I was helping by floating up to the top of the warehouse, grabbing things off of the very high shelves and bringing them down to the floor. We evidently didn't have a forklift to get things down, so I would just concentrate really hard and then I'd float up, grab some stuff, then float back down. It wasn't even really flying. It was just vertical motion, but still fun.
Misty and Kim watched me do this a couple times and they thought it was some sort of a trick. Kim said that I must be attached to some sort of wire or something, and she began looking around the area for something that could be causing me to float like that. She went near the edge of the room and started pulling at some chains that were hanging from the ceiling. She pulled one of them and it caused the outside wall to start to open up... almost like big doors for an airplane hanger would slide open. This freaked her out, and she quickly pulled it again to shut the door, because all of the clothes she had been sorting were falling out of the warehouse and onto the ground outside.
Kim, Misty, and Chad were all working on several skids of sunglasses. Some of them were still packed in cases, but many of them were just in piles and stacks on top of the boxes. Misty was sorting out the "good" sunglasses from the bad ones, and Chad was running them from the piles, over to the shelves where they would be on display. While they were doing that, Kim started going through a bunch of boxes of clothing that needed sorted and put onto trucks to ship to our other stores.
I seemed to just be moving around the areas, checking on everyone's progress - but then I began to help. I was helping by floating up to the top of the warehouse, grabbing things off of the very high shelves and bringing them down to the floor. We evidently didn't have a forklift to get things down, so I would just concentrate really hard and then I'd float up, grab some stuff, then float back down. It wasn't even really flying. It was just vertical motion, but still fun.
Misty and Kim watched me do this a couple times and they thought it was some sort of a trick. Kim said that I must be attached to some sort of wire or something, and she began looking around the area for something that could be causing me to float like that. She went near the edge of the room and started pulling at some chains that were hanging from the ceiling. She pulled one of them and it caused the outside wall to start to open up... almost like big doors for an airplane hanger would slide open. This freaked her out, and she quickly pulled it again to shut the door, because all of the clothes she had been sorting were falling out of the warehouse and onto the ground outside.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Photo House
I was walking down Lake Rd, just outside of Millersport Ohio, looking for a place where I could stay. (Apparently I was homeless... *shrug*) I had just passed the home of one of my old friends from school, when I came upon a somewhat empty old house sitting on the edge of their property. I looked in the windows and saw that it wasn't completely abandoned, because it still had some appliances and furniture inside - but it hadn't been used in many months.
I went inside and began looking through some of the drawers in a large table that was located near the front of the house. It seemed as if this house was once used as a stopping area for people travelling on Lake Rd. Almost like a rest area or toll stop, there was even a small parking area outside where cars could pull in and stop if they wanted to. As I was saying, in the drawers of this table I found a bunch of photographs. Some of them were older, but some of them looked like they were taken quite recently. A few of them even featured people I know... April, Toni, Wendi, etc. It looked as if they may have been prints made from some sort of attraction or kiosk where you could have your picture taken while on your journey. I even recognized some of the pictures as ones that I had taken, but here they had been changed slightly - enough to make them look different from the originals.
I went inside and began looking through some of the drawers in a large table that was located near the front of the house. It seemed as if this house was once used as a stopping area for people travelling on Lake Rd. Almost like a rest area or toll stop, there was even a small parking area outside where cars could pull in and stop if they wanted to. As I was saying, in the drawers of this table I found a bunch of photographs. Some of them were older, but some of them looked like they were taken quite recently. A few of them even featured people I know... April, Toni, Wendi, etc. It looked as if they may have been prints made from some sort of attraction or kiosk where you could have your picture taken while on your journey. I even recognized some of the pictures as ones that I had taken, but here they had been changed slightly - enough to make them look different from the originals.
Monday, June 21, 2004
Michigan Stonehenge
I was attending the re-opening of the "Stonehenge" rock formations, after it had been closed for a year due to renovations. Apparently I was there for more than just a visit, though, as I was sitting on top of one of the rocks - smashing it with a big stone in order to crack it. I had split one of the big rock displays nearly in two before I hopped down from the top and began to walk around with a small tour group.
We all walked by the big stone that I had cracked, but nobody said anything about it, and I was a bit disappointed. Our tour continued away from the Stonehenge formation and into a foggy field that was full of skulls and human bones. (It was getting dark now, and the field was thick with fog - making it hard to see more than ten or twenty feet in front of us.) We made our way across the field, stepping on and crunching the human bones, until we made it to an abandoned cement building. Our guide told us that we were crossing into Michigan now, and most of them had made their way into the building before I became stuck on some of the bones we were walking on.
There was a good deal of water on the ground, and I had accidently stepped on a partially submerged skeleton and had gotten my pantleg caught on one of the rib bones. Someone grabbed my hand and helped pull me off of the bones and into the building. We entered through a basement door, and once inside we had to cross the basement (which was chest high in water and decayed bodies) in order to get to another floor. I commented to another person in the tour about how disgusting it was, being in that water, since it appeared that dozens of bodies had decayed in it - almost making a "soup" of stinky death.
We made it through the flooded basement and up into one of the other rooms, when it was now only me and one other person taking the tour. As we rounded a corner, we saw two human heads (one male, one female) floating in the distance, arguing with each other. They were slightly transparent, as if ghosts - but with no bodies. I began shouting at the floating heads, and they heard me and approached us through a narrow hallway connecting the rooms that we were in. The heads floated right up to us, and despite them still arguing with each other and looking at us ocassionally, it seemed as if they were in another "realm" and didn't really notice that we were there. Despite my best efforts to talk to them, they remained unaware of our presence.
We moved on, and upstairs into one of the top floors of the abandoned house - where we ran into Heather, one of my wife's friends. She opened the door to what looked like a laundry chute, in order to let us out of the house. We slide through the door and down some stairs into a kitchen. We had now left the abandoned house, and were in a house where people were milling about, preparing for a wedding. We left without anyone paying us much attention at all.
We all walked by the big stone that I had cracked, but nobody said anything about it, and I was a bit disappointed. Our tour continued away from the Stonehenge formation and into a foggy field that was full of skulls and human bones. (It was getting dark now, and the field was thick with fog - making it hard to see more than ten or twenty feet in front of us.) We made our way across the field, stepping on and crunching the human bones, until we made it to an abandoned cement building. Our guide told us that we were crossing into Michigan now, and most of them had made their way into the building before I became stuck on some of the bones we were walking on.
There was a good deal of water on the ground, and I had accidently stepped on a partially submerged skeleton and had gotten my pantleg caught on one of the rib bones. Someone grabbed my hand and helped pull me off of the bones and into the building. We entered through a basement door, and once inside we had to cross the basement (which was chest high in water and decayed bodies) in order to get to another floor. I commented to another person in the tour about how disgusting it was, being in that water, since it appeared that dozens of bodies had decayed in it - almost making a "soup" of stinky death.
We made it through the flooded basement and up into one of the other rooms, when it was now only me and one other person taking the tour. As we rounded a corner, we saw two human heads (one male, one female) floating in the distance, arguing with each other. They were slightly transparent, as if ghosts - but with no bodies. I began shouting at the floating heads, and they heard me and approached us through a narrow hallway connecting the rooms that we were in. The heads floated right up to us, and despite them still arguing with each other and looking at us ocassionally, it seemed as if they were in another "realm" and didn't really notice that we were there. Despite my best efforts to talk to them, they remained unaware of our presence.
We moved on, and upstairs into one of the top floors of the abandoned house - where we ran into Heather, one of my wife's friends. She opened the door to what looked like a laundry chute, in order to let us out of the house. We slide through the door and down some stairs into a kitchen. We had now left the abandoned house, and were in a house where people were milling about, preparing for a wedding. We left without anyone paying us much attention at all.
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Sorta Superman
Apparently I had just gone through some sort of process that gave me back my "superman powers" and I was headed to the local airport terminal to stop General Zod and his buddies. I got to the airport and found them waiting outside, along with Misty and Genesee waiting inside.
When I walked up to Zod, and the building, I tested out my new powers by punching the wall. It was made of thick panes of glass, which shattered easily when I hit them. They didn't break into sharp pieces though... more like those little bits of plastic used in a Lite Brite. This had me so fascinated, I just forgot about the bad guys and started punching all of the walls and windows. Misty was behind another set of thick glass wall, and I punched through it and grabbed her - and pulled her back through the glass to "rescue her" from her little holding cell.
After that I started to just play around, since I was still amazed that I could do all of what I was doing without getting hurt. I found a big window that I could run and jump through, doing a barrel-roll as I broke through it. The other people in the airport were wondering what I was doing, and Genesee actually yelled at me because a little baby was watching me - and she thought that it might try to do the same thing I was doing, jumping through plate glass windows. Right after that, Genesee went over to the food stand an ordered herself an italian sub... but before I could tell her what I wanted, a long line formed so I just went outside into the food court by myself and waited for her.
When I walked up to Zod, and the building, I tested out my new powers by punching the wall. It was made of thick panes of glass, which shattered easily when I hit them. They didn't break into sharp pieces though... more like those little bits of plastic used in a Lite Brite. This had me so fascinated, I just forgot about the bad guys and started punching all of the walls and windows. Misty was behind another set of thick glass wall, and I punched through it and grabbed her - and pulled her back through the glass to "rescue her" from her little holding cell.
After that I started to just play around, since I was still amazed that I could do all of what I was doing without getting hurt. I found a big window that I could run and jump through, doing a barrel-roll as I broke through it. The other people in the airport were wondering what I was doing, and Genesee actually yelled at me because a little baby was watching me - and she thought that it might try to do the same thing I was doing, jumping through plate glass windows. Right after that, Genesee went over to the food stand an ordered herself an italian sub... but before I could tell her what I wanted, a long line formed so I just went outside into the food court by myself and waited for her.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Club Hills
Ibra and I were hired as doormen for a local club that was opening. It was actually located in the lobby of the Hills store, which was in the River Valley Mall. It wasn't actually it's own place, either... the club was only open after the store had closed each night. We stood outside, sorting and handing out flyers to let everyone know about the club. Ibra was only giving invitations to certain people, while I was just giving them to anyone that passed by.
We went inside a little early, in order to get the place ready for the night, and Tabatha was there to help us out. Two of the pop machines were flipped over onto their tops, and we were working with those, trying to get them fixed in time for the opening. Tabatha was only trying to get pop out of them though, not really helping to fix them. I saw my cousin Jim, standing in line to checkout from the store, and he ended up helping us repair the pop machines.
When the doors opened, about a dozen people came in - most of them guys. They all rushed to get seats around the lobby, which was now serving as the dance floor. Apparently none of those people came to dance, but instead to watch the women that would be there dancing. Nothing was going on up front, so Ibra and I went to the back of the store to work on some other stuff, where I ran into Dennis's wife. She was working on stocking some shelves, and she was telling me how Dennis had already quit his new job and was now just sitting at home all day and night. She knew I was headed back to the games department, so she was giving me some trivia questions to include in one of the games that Hill's was selling.
I made it back to the games, and I found Johnny Benson sitting on the floor - writing out Nascar trivia questions for that same game. He remarked how none of the questions that Dennis's wife gave me were any good, and that he was the only one that would know good Nascar questions.
We went inside a little early, in order to get the place ready for the night, and Tabatha was there to help us out. Two of the pop machines were flipped over onto their tops, and we were working with those, trying to get them fixed in time for the opening. Tabatha was only trying to get pop out of them though, not really helping to fix them. I saw my cousin Jim, standing in line to checkout from the store, and he ended up helping us repair the pop machines.
When the doors opened, about a dozen people came in - most of them guys. They all rushed to get seats around the lobby, which was now serving as the dance floor. Apparently none of those people came to dance, but instead to watch the women that would be there dancing. Nothing was going on up front, so Ibra and I went to the back of the store to work on some other stuff, where I ran into Dennis's wife. She was working on stocking some shelves, and she was telling me how Dennis had already quit his new job and was now just sitting at home all day and night. She knew I was headed back to the games department, so she was giving me some trivia questions to include in one of the games that Hill's was selling.
I made it back to the games, and I found Johnny Benson sitting on the floor - writing out Nascar trivia questions for that same game. He remarked how none of the questions that Dennis's wife gave me were any good, and that he was the only one that would know good Nascar questions.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Squishy Slug Death
I was in my basement, where me and someone else were hiding from some evil things that were lurking around upstairs. I remarked how it felt like a videogame I had played once before, where you had to start off in the basement and kill these giant slug-like things that would come down and try to kill you. Well, as soon as I said that, the slugs actually started coming the stairs. I did what I would have done in the videogame, grabbing a big board and started smacking at the slugs. I hit the first one and it instantly died, popping open and then shrivling away. However, when I hit the second one with the board - it didn't die. It split into two sections, each of which continued to grow into an even bigger slug.
My friend and I kept trying to hit the slugs, but it wasn't working anymore... so we had to think of something else. I grabbed one with my bare hands and started smashing it against the floor. Each time it hit the floor it would shrink a little in size, with good and pieces flying off... almost like nasty black jello or pudding. I killed one slug that way, but by time I had done that - the other had grown to almost the size of a chair. Luckily, my friend (I'm still not sure who it was) figured out that if you got water on them, they'd shrivel up and die. We forced the last big slug into a big trash bag and then drug it over under the water spout and filled the bag with water - and watched the last slug melt away into a big sloppy bag of water and black smelly goo.
My friend and I kept trying to hit the slugs, but it wasn't working anymore... so we had to think of something else. I grabbed one with my bare hands and started smashing it against the floor. Each time it hit the floor it would shrink a little in size, with good and pieces flying off... almost like nasty black jello or pudding. I killed one slug that way, but by time I had done that - the other had grown to almost the size of a chair. Luckily, my friend (I'm still not sure who it was) figured out that if you got water on them, they'd shrivel up and die. We forced the last big slug into a big trash bag and then drug it over under the water spout and filled the bag with water - and watched the last slug melt away into a big sloppy bag of water and black smelly goo.
Back At The Old Store
Armond had opened up another discount store, and rehired all of his old employees (including me) to run it again. The store was brand new, but it was laid out almost exactly like his original store was many years ago. All of us employees hadn't seen each other for several years, so everyone looked a little bit different - but still kinda the same. I was taking a break before the store opened, drinking some sort of smoothy drink that we were selling for a dollar, and I was thinking to myself (in the dream) that this was too weird and that I must be dreaming. However, I convinced myself that I wasn't dreaming, and in fact I really did go back to work for Armond in one of his stores.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Craft Store Candy Bars
I was shopping in some sort of arts and crafts store, where they would let you try out the items before you bought them. I was actually painting a picture frame, and adding some gold flakes to it when I heard some people laughing at me from up towards the cash register. Apparently the store was closing and I wasn't going to be able to complete my picture frame in time, and they thought this was funny. I went to the cash register in order to pay and leave, and noticed that it was Dan (a guy from work) and one of his friends that were laughing.
I looked at the bag of items that they had just purchased, and it was full of candy bars - some wrapped, some opened. I made some sort of comment about how a fatty like him didn't need to be buying any more candy, which sufficiently hurt his feelings, and then I left. He wasn't laughing any more.
(fwiw, Dan isn't really a fatty... but he does have a bigger gut than me.)
I looked at the bag of items that they had just purchased, and it was full of candy bars - some wrapped, some opened. I made some sort of comment about how a fatty like him didn't need to be buying any more candy, which sufficiently hurt his feelings, and then I left. He wasn't laughing any more.
(fwiw, Dan isn't really a fatty... but he does have a bigger gut than me.)
Monday, May 24, 2004
Eating The Cat Head
My wife and I were eating our cat's head. Bizarre... I know. But anyway, Kitty was not in pain - and we weren't actually hurting him. At least, I wasn't hurting him. I was only eating pieces of skin from the top of his head, while Genesee insisted on digging in and really getting some big chunks of meat. I kept telling her just to eat little bits, so it didn't hurt him - but she kept digging away. Why were we eating our cat? I have no idea.
Tour Bus Plane Crash
It was early evening, and I was the driver of a tour bus that was on it's way home from a gambling trip at Atlantic City. I was driving along the freeway, but apparently took a wrong exit - because I ended up driving along regular city streets. Before I could find a place to get back onto the freeway, I had driven into the "ghetto" part of town. The roads were narrow, there was no place for me to stop or turn around, and there were many "undesirable" folks wandering the streets, looking for trouble. I didn't want to stop the bus and take a chance that someone would try to rob my passengers, so I kept making turns until I ended up driving down a road full of apartment buildings.
By now it was the middle of the night, and almost everyone was sleeping, so I felt safe in stopping the bus and asking for directions. I knocked on the apartment door of an older lady, and she told me that I just needed to go a few streets over and I'd find an exit that led to the freeway. But for whatever reason, I didn't go directly back to the bus and onto the freeway... instead, I went inside the apartment and was looking out the window at the planes that would fly over. The apartment that I was in was located directly at the end of an airport runway, and so when the planes would take off and land they would nearly hit the building they were so low.
As I was watching a small bi-plane take off, I noticed that it was even lower than the other planes, and that the engine didn't sound right. I grabbed my digital camera and headed for the door, because I knew it was going to crash. As I went outside, where it was dark and snowy, I could see an orange glow coming from a few hundred yards away. Me and a few other folks went to investigate and found that the plane had crashed into a building that was housing a show car, Tony Stewart's Home Depot #20 NASCAR Chevy to be exact. The plane had crashed through the top of the roof, directly down onto Tony's car, smashing it almost flat. As onlookers started to gather, I was the only one with a camera, so I took as many pictures as I could.
By now it was the middle of the night, and almost everyone was sleeping, so I felt safe in stopping the bus and asking for directions. I knocked on the apartment door of an older lady, and she told me that I just needed to go a few streets over and I'd find an exit that led to the freeway. But for whatever reason, I didn't go directly back to the bus and onto the freeway... instead, I went inside the apartment and was looking out the window at the planes that would fly over. The apartment that I was in was located directly at the end of an airport runway, and so when the planes would take off and land they would nearly hit the building they were so low.
As I was watching a small bi-plane take off, I noticed that it was even lower than the other planes, and that the engine didn't sound right. I grabbed my digital camera and headed for the door, because I knew it was going to crash. As I went outside, where it was dark and snowy, I could see an orange glow coming from a few hundred yards away. Me and a few other folks went to investigate and found that the plane had crashed into a building that was housing a show car, Tony Stewart's Home Depot #20 NASCAR Chevy to be exact. The plane had crashed through the top of the roof, directly down onto Tony's car, smashing it almost flat. As onlookers started to gather, I was the only one with a camera, so I took as many pictures as I could.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Abandoned Tower
Some friends and I came across a giant abandoned apartment building, so we decided to explore it. We found that we couldn't get in through the normal doors or windows, so we had to have a crane lift us up to the very top floor so that we could sneak in through one of the open windows up there. We got in and found the place to be a complete mess... furniture and personal belongs thrown everywhere, and everything was covered in a thick chemical dust - apparently to kill whatever virus or germs that had made the building unusable.
Being an abandoned building, I started going through some of the stuff in one of the rooms - seeing if there was anything there that I wanted to take. My friend that was with me told me that maybe I shouldn't do that, since it looked like they were trying to clean the building of any germs, and that maybe they'd be coming back in eventually. From both the outside and the inside, it looked as if the building was only days away from being demolished, but we decided to wipe our fingerprints off of all of the things we had touched and then we left.
Being an abandoned building, I started going through some of the stuff in one of the rooms - seeing if there was anything there that I wanted to take. My friend that was with me told me that maybe I shouldn't do that, since it looked like they were trying to clean the building of any germs, and that maybe they'd be coming back in eventually. From both the outside and the inside, it looked as if the building was only days away from being demolished, but we decided to wipe our fingerprints off of all of the things we had touched and then we left.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Creature Pool Bookstore
I was shopping (again) in this small bookstore, which was almost more like a library than a store. People were milling about, looking through books and magazines, but I found a doorway that went to the back room of the bookstore - and went through. Directly behind this door was a hallway, with another set of doors which led to another back room. When I went through that door, I discovered a large dark room with a very big swimming pool inside. The room was dark, other than being lit from the dim blue light coming from the water.
I noticed right away that this pool wasn't meant for swimming in... it had lots of creatures in it. They weren't normal fish or sharks or whatever, but more like prehistoric type eels and jellyfish. There was a woman standing near the edge of the pool that explained to me how her sister was always very annoyed when she'd come over to swim, because the giant squids would always try to grab her. As an example, she threw a small (regular) fish into the water, and the giant eels and squid quickly attacked and ate it.
I was getting ready to head back out the door and into the bookstore again, when that same lady stopped me and showed me a 3-d hologram flip-book greeting card that her father had sent he from somewhere far away. It was almost like a video greeting, when she made the flip book go it was lit up, and it had sound. After I watched that, I went back into the bookstore. A man saw me come out of the back doors there, and he tried to go back where I was. I felt that this giant pool was supposed to remain a secret, so I did my best to prevent him from getting back there. Once he was in the first back hallway, I was able to stop him and send him back out into the store.
I noticed right away that this pool wasn't meant for swimming in... it had lots of creatures in it. They weren't normal fish or sharks or whatever, but more like prehistoric type eels and jellyfish. There was a woman standing near the edge of the pool that explained to me how her sister was always very annoyed when she'd come over to swim, because the giant squids would always try to grab her. As an example, she threw a small (regular) fish into the water, and the giant eels and squid quickly attacked and ate it.
I was getting ready to head back out the door and into the bookstore again, when that same lady stopped me and showed me a 3-d hologram flip-book greeting card that her father had sent he from somewhere far away. It was almost like a video greeting, when she made the flip book go it was lit up, and it had sound. After I watched that, I went back into the bookstore. A man saw me come out of the back doors there, and he tried to go back where I was. I felt that this giant pool was supposed to remain a secret, so I did my best to prevent him from getting back there. Once he was in the first back hallway, I was able to stop him and send him back out into the store.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Jim's Creepy Apartment
My friend Jim and I were shopping in a small town somewhere, along their main downtown road. We went in to a store where you could rent a person for an hour, and that person had to make you whatever candy you wanted. The place was full when we went in, but we read the catalog that showed you could have any kind of candy from chocolate covered peanuts to deep fried fig newtons. The rental rate started at $120 an hour, but I suppose if you were making candy that whole time it'd be worth it. *shrug*
We left the candy rental place and went out to the SUV, where I saw a woman getting in the back seat and leaving something behind. I didn't look to see what it was yet, then me and Jim headed back to downtown Columbus to his apartment. When we got there, I looked in the back seat and found that this woman had left behind a big wad of cash - which I quickly snatched up and took for myself. It was night now, and Jim's apartment building was in an old abandoned section of the city - a big brick building, about 14 stories tall. He parked a distance away from the building, so as we walked up to it we were approached by homeless people and other creepy folks. One of them wanted my Cleveland Browns blanket that I was carrying, but luckily none of them noticed the big stack of cash that I also had in my hands.
We made it inside the old building, and made our way to one of the upper floors where his apartment was located. Inside there was barely enough room for two people to be able to walk around, but his mom and grandma were both there. Actually, it seemed that it might be their apartment and Jim was just living there. We made our way into the kitchen... the floor was rotting and the refrigerator was nearly falling through. His mom and grandma were fighting about something, but at the same time offering us something to eat. The place was disgusting and smelled like old people, so we declined and made our way out as quickly as possible.
As I left, I was suddenly outside of my real house, and Misty was pulling up out front to pick me up for work. She came up to the door and knocked, not realizing I'd already come outside and was coming around the side of the house. When she saw me she pointed out that my car had a dent in it. I looked, and sure enough, someone had smashed into the right rear of my car - knocking the wheel off the hub and smashing the crap out of my car.
We left the candy rental place and went out to the SUV, where I saw a woman getting in the back seat and leaving something behind. I didn't look to see what it was yet, then me and Jim headed back to downtown Columbus to his apartment. When we got there, I looked in the back seat and found that this woman had left behind a big wad of cash - which I quickly snatched up and took for myself. It was night now, and Jim's apartment building was in an old abandoned section of the city - a big brick building, about 14 stories tall. He parked a distance away from the building, so as we walked up to it we were approached by homeless people and other creepy folks. One of them wanted my Cleveland Browns blanket that I was carrying, but luckily none of them noticed the big stack of cash that I also had in my hands.
We made it inside the old building, and made our way to one of the upper floors where his apartment was located. Inside there was barely enough room for two people to be able to walk around, but his mom and grandma were both there. Actually, it seemed that it might be their apartment and Jim was just living there. We made our way into the kitchen... the floor was rotting and the refrigerator was nearly falling through. His mom and grandma were fighting about something, but at the same time offering us something to eat. The place was disgusting and smelled like old people, so we declined and made our way out as quickly as possible.
As I left, I was suddenly outside of my real house, and Misty was pulling up out front to pick me up for work. She came up to the door and knocked, not realizing I'd already come outside and was coming around the side of the house. When she saw me she pointed out that my car had a dent in it. I looked, and sure enough, someone had smashed into the right rear of my car - knocking the wheel off the hub and smashing the crap out of my car.
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