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I haven’t posted my nightly dreams here for a long, long time, but this is one that I really have to get out of my head. Although I titled this post “The Disease Comes From Sears,” it should really be called: “They Want to Kill My Cat.” This will take a few entries to complete…
Our mission was simple: survey what was going on in the town, then get out… undetected if possible, but we all knew that it would be necessary to question the locals at some point in order to make any real progress. If only we had known what was really going on there… I certainly would not have gone along.
The town we were to work in was one I knew all too well, but the focal point was something that I could not revisit in any of my memories. It was a tower right outside of my high school in York, Maine. It was like something a cellular company would put up to expand their coverage, but this one was different. It was completely black, and had long, gigantic shreds of gray fabric billowing from it in the wind; as if it had once been completely covered.
Does that make any sense? It didn’t for me either, but that’s how it manifested itself in my mind.
I knew that I was not meant to be near it from the beginning, and yet I stayed… entranced by it’s dark, even morbid, presence. My curiousity rendered me powerless to resist it’s… dark charm. It wasn’t the only reason why I remained there, though… the Boss would never had allowed me to leave. I was petrified of this man, the unquestioned commander of my team.
I don’t recall how many people were on this “team,” but a total of six or seven feels right.
Our first task was to investigate the tower… to see if it had any influence over what was going on within the ocean-town that it was erected in. We would climb it several times… always using rope and ridicule. Those who didn’t reach the top before myself and the “boss” were subjected to a seemingly unending verbal assault. At certain points this drove the other six or seven men to tears.
What was at the top? I’ve re-visited the moments in the dream when I found myself there several times, and I still don’t fully understand. Nor do I understand why my team would want to steal my cat upon falling victim to the… disease. This disease changes the whole course of the dream. One minute it’s my team versus the world… the next minute it’s the world versus me.
I’ll add more to this particular entry into my dream journal in a few days. I know that I really haven’t given you guys too much with this entry, but it’s necessary to the flow of the tale. It will come in three parts… each one darker than the last. This was, by far, one of the most disturbing dreams I’ve had in a long time.
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EDIT: …yeah, I totally put a picture of a Sears store up there just because it’s in my dream. Bring on the lawsuit, Sears! We all know that your stores carry the disease!
I’ve now succeeded in confusing the *(&% out of you all. Mission accomplished.
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