| Jurrasic Park without the dinosaurs, and then I make my own LOTR. |
[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:33 am] |
This time my dream began on the top of a storage shed whose top was like a very strong tent material. As I lay atop the structure, I watch as at least fifteen lions of various sizes- some appearing to be almost twice normal size, rip and tear and leap out of their small enclosures and begin running across a field. A group of people emerge from the woods, some firing rifles, and announce that this is a wildlife preserve that has basically gone amuck. Although I feel safe on my shed, after another attack by the lions, I head into this train with other visitors who had been attacked. Some are dying, others merely injured due to the rampaging animals. At one point we have to leap on our seats to avoid the animals being brought through. I assist with triage for some time, then, when a red alert sounds on the train, we all have to back up as a 30-something foot python is brought through our car. She is followed by rats the size of border collies, and they are followed by small lizards. These lizards swarm over my hands and arms, biting me and refusing to release. When i kill them to get them to let me go, they release a white foam that hurts my hand more than the actual bite. After some time I get rid of all of them, and our train passes by a few platforms of refuge survivors looking for a lift back to the front. Once at the front I reveal my severely tortured hands and forearms- it looks like I have the worst case of poison sumac ever.
Somehow, when I am at the village outside of the refuge, things appear more magical. I will be forced into slave labor, apparently, though a dwarf (of the magical and not simply just short kind) offers me a chance to escape. Hours later, I race through the village and surrounding red-earth countryside, being chased by rats that are slim, but as tall as rhinos. Coming to a ledge blocked off by razor wire, I climb over the wire and down into a canyon, where I am met by the dwarf leader and some of his warriors, including his daughter, the princess. All are wearing garb most closely resembling LOTR, and all have capes. They cannot move their mouths, but somehow, they speak when they tilt their head up. I learn that they are going to be attacked by the village of normal-sized people, and I pick up a small staff they offer me. We stand guard in front of an entrance that is approximately three and a half feet tall, while hearing screams from the dwarves at other entrances that are already being slaughtered.
Finally, these brave souls realize we have no chance, and we all rush into the dwarf village, carved into the rock face. The inside certainly does not match the outside, with rich, green wallpaper and dark wood paneling and a chair rail in the halls. As we enter I see various offices just inside- this may be a customs area or directory office. The door abruptly bursts open, and villagers appear. The leader moves us forward quickly and we come across a door in the hall that he shuts closed and locks, temporarily blocking the humans. We continue only a few steps before there is a second door, which the leader shuts, putting himself in between the door and the humans. Though his warriors and I are sad, we must continue on. After shutting similar doors in quick succession (they are only a few feet apart from one another), we begin racing through the labyrinth of halls within the dwarf enclosure. At various points we run into different offices or groups, urging them to follow us. We pass by a large press room, where frantic dwarves are on 1940s-style phones and typewriters, calling in or chronicling the story of their own demise. We make it to a dwarf train station and, upon destroying the signs explaining what train goes to what town, make our escape from the doomed dwarf village. |
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