August 12, 2004

Weird Dream

Last night I had one dozy of a dream. When I woke up, I thought this was a perfect example of a dream that makes me a writer.

The dream started with a group of kids with their “uncle” out exploring a string of South Pacific islands. (Read older, Charlie Sheen kind of guy that may or may not be related to these kids.) The very beginning had the kids teasing their Uncle by hiding in mud underneath these carrots so that when you pulled up the carrots, the kids were attached via chewing on the tips. While the kids thought this was very funny (and I have to admit it was an amusing image) the Uncle didn’t take pulling up the carrots and finding the kids well – it flashed back to his time in “the jungle war.” (Cue quick flash to very disturbing images of nearly the same set up but with monster Viet Cong attached to the carrots instead. Actually, perhaps, this was suggested by the Charlie Sheen/Martin Sheen Apocalypse Now tie.)

At one point, the uncle goes off on a boat and the kids end up on an island by themselves. This island has a massive, seemingly deserted Disneyland-like area with hotels boarded up and rides standing empty and such. They wonder around and stop by these twin pools. Little do they realize that the large ugly “fish” things in the pools aren’t individual creatures by the pseudo-pods. Kids being kids, they decide that they’ll go fishing, and they hook one of the pods and up comes the entire monster creature, something like jellyfish, only on a Godzilla-scale.

Up rears this awful monster, black and oozing, towering over them with great fishy tentacles….

But luck has it that the unbreakable fishing line … which is tied back at the boat that the uncle is on and is of unending length… slices the creature neatly in two.

Now, this would be great, it also slices off this large, pinkish wedge-shaped “tip” that now comes after the kids. They start to run, holding onto the fishing line that’s spinning out and never gets hooked up. In the back of my mind, I know this is how the uncle will realize that they’re in trouble and needs help, plus it’s their only weapon.

So a long chase plays out through this ruined amusement park, which, as it turns out, not so deserted as there ends up people there who react to the oncoming kids and pursuing monster. One elderly Mexican couple takes them under wing and shows them a passage to crawl through to pond on the other side of the island. In the pond are tiny proto-tips, left over from other chases of other kids. And in the back of my mind now, I know that these other chases did not end well for the other kids.

It also comes to me that the tip is locked only on the one that first disturbed it, unfortunately, the youngest kid, a scrappy girl with blonde pigtails is the target of the tip.

She plunges through the pond, down over the steep hillside, out onto the beach and finally into the surf, still holding onto the fishing string and still being chased. All seems lost, when lo and behold, the uncle finally arrives on the scene. He plucks the little girl out of the water, into the boat, and hits the throttle. The tip is left behind, unable to keep up and dying.

I wake up and think – okay, that was weird. Hmmmm, now, can I USE it…?



Posted by wen at August 12, 2004 11:36 AM
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