Last Night, Science Fiction Nightmare

I was a brown haired girl walking out of complex. The complex was both a modern building and my parents house. Inside the yard, I rubbed my eyes as if waking from a long sleep. This was a port town. You could smell the ocean and hear sea gulls. And in the distance was the largest structure I had ever seen. It was a sphere with huge black metal legs holding it up. It was in the middle of the ocean, but it was so huge it was clearly visible. It had a red circle in the middle that resembled an eye. But then it moved...slowly at first, and then quickly. It was an eye, this large structure was a robot.

I stood on the fence to get a better view. I wanted it to look my way for some reason. I kept thinking, turn this way, turn this way, as if possessed by something else. And then the red glowing eye turned, and a bright light burst from the eye, surrounding me in a reddish haze. An all encompassing feeling of dread took over. I knew then it was out to get me. I jumped off the fence and only then did I realize that my whole yard...no the whole neighborhood was littered with little robots with similar red eyes. Once I passed before them they began to glow and give off a quiet yet disturbing noise. I knew it was looking for me, and these little robots were its spies.

Just as I had this thought I heard motorcycles in the distance. It had just gotten dark and their lights were coming down the street. The little robots were lighting up every time I passed them. I had to get out of here fast. Were the men on these motorcycles coming for me? They stopped but I did not ask any questions. I threw one of the smaller robots at one of the men and kicked the other in the face. I quickly climbed on top of the motorcycle and rode off. Everywhere I went there were little robots. If I moved by them fast enough they didn't have time to pick up on me. I needed to go somewhere where they were scare and I could escape the city. I headed to the docks.

The docks were busy, ships and boats, storage stations, maintenance crews, boarder inspections and travel lounges covered the sea side. I ditched the motor cycle and just missed a roving little robot by diving into a storage unit. Inside were huge shipments of clothing. I helped myself to a new, more suitable outfit for sea voyage, and left quickly. I realized the robots could only detect me if they scanned my eyes, I walked down an alley of shippers and boaters and traders, looking down as much as possible. What I needed was a ship to sneak aboard.

Now that I was at seaside, I could see details in the huge robot. Flying ships seem to be docking with it, but they were leaving and entering from the other side. The huge red eye ball continued to move slowly, searching the land.

I overheard a couple talk about a cruiser that was leaving in just twenty minutes. It seemed like this was my chance. I sneaked aboard the docking ship and sat down next to a young couple. They were peering out at the large robot, talking about how strange it was when it first appeared but now they can't imagine the landscape without it. Then the woman asked why the red eye was always moving, and the young man said it was looking for a sacrifice, a human tribute. They turned to me, their eyes began to glow red, and I knew I was in trouble. I broke the glass window and jumped into the ocean.

Last night, an unresolved rescue

I was at an after school program when a father who I thought looked like Timothy Olyphant came in and talked about his step daughter. Her biological father seemed to be acting strangely (pictured above!) He was a war veteran and would turn up suddenly after missing for days.

He was, as it turns out, teaming up with a hit squad to take out a bizarre future version of Indiana Jones. This hit squad raided Jones' secret safe house complex and murdered his two best allies, a portly english professor and hard nosed miner. Unfortunately, there were two other people at the complex, and they were taken hostage. Jones' was murdered on the roof and the two hostages tried to fight/ bargain their way out of the situation. A Nicole Kidman look a like was able to console the war veteran father, almost seduce him into letting her live. He was having horrible flash blacks and was becoming increasingly more and more incoherent. I remember him holding a gun, sitting at the end of a long table in a dark, orange and green lit room, swaying back and forth and uttering nonsense as the woman shuddered at every quick gesture he made, not knowing if he was going to kill her.

I, along with a team of hostage negotiators, infiltrated the complex. Unfortunately for us, a team working for the crime boss who had sent the original hit team was right behind us. It turned into a bloody cat and mouse game. The complex was a maze, an old hospital that was abandoned right in the middle of renovation. It was on the outskirts of a new city. It began to rain hard, and water began to pour into some broken roofless hallways. The lights would go on and out, and there seemed to be an endless amount of floors and staircases.

Near the end, a ghost helped my find one of the hostages.

Last Night, Aliens were to blame for everthing

I had just flew into Monte Carlo. I was going to be interviewed for a job. I remember ascending a stair care to an amazing house. Open and luxurious, everything was the color of a beach, with big white satin sheets of fabric blowing in the wind. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I got a call from my British Family. Charlie was missing.

I started to turn around, but men in 90s suites wearing sun glasses surrounded me. They said I needed to see "The Boss". That's when I realized I was going to be interviewed by a cartel family. I had to slip away. Plus there were more important matters I needed to deal with at home

I flew back to England. Mother and brother were distraught. Charlie hadn't been seen for over a week. We went to his apartment, everything was overturned. I didn't want to search any further, fearing we would find a body.

What had Charlie been working on? There was mad scribbling all over the wall, computer screens overturned, flickering a wall full of numbers.

We left, headed for the police. When all of a sudden I was attacked my an alien. A tiny little thing, with a long red tongue. It whipped around and somehow consumed a whole car. Charlie had been eaten! The tongue wrapped around my arm, but I was able to pull the damn thing off, I stepped on it and lit it on fire. Hopefully that was the end of it.

Then I was practicing with a synchronized swimming team when men with guns started shooting at us. Luckily I had two guns tucked away and the scene turned into something from Hard Broiled. There was moment when no one was being killed and I paused and I said, "Look, I shot you, you are dead." And the man in a dark suite said, "Nope!" Like children playing a game where no one wants to agree on a set of rules, the two assailants eventually pulled out a bomb. I ran, and everything began to happen in slow motion. The explosion, the wall of water crashing behind me. I was in a high school and just barely made it to the stairs before the water rushed past. But I wasn't out of danger yet. The school had been taken over by zombies, and I had to push and shoot my way through hordes of dead students. When I got to the top of the building, I saw my missing son. But a woman in a business suite said, it was too late, he had been turned. I screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And turned around, tears streaking down my face, I demanded answers. That's when I realized I had stumbled upon the command center. Busy little henchman bent over computers filled the dark room. The lady in the ugly brown business suite was second in command, and with a curt smile she introduced her master. An alien that looked more like a tiny yellow garbage can than anything else. This was the monster behind it all!

Two Nights Ago, Bob Marley was my lover

Bob Marley was my lover. And it was awesome.

Last Night, the army and an elephant corpse

We decided to go to the movies. A new war picture.
The theater was old. A balcony loomed over the first floor, and each level had red velvet chairs.
I was there with a friend and her boyfriend. He seemed upset about the choice of film. I remember thinking it makes sense that this gentle guy was uncomfortable during a war movie.

The movie started.
There was a helicopter flying to rescue another dying helicopter. It was dark, the sun had just set over the ocean. It was hot, the heat from the machines distorted the dark blue green sky. I remember looking out of the helicopter, it was smoking and veering left and right. I could see a woman, hanging on, her loose hair blowing in the wind and her dark black eyes. I could just see a glint of white reflection in them.

Suddenly we are taken away. The movie cuts. Paul Rudd with a beard is pleading with a woman. The same woman from the helicopter. He looks terrible and is begging the woman to try to make it work. She is pregnant and the apartment is in a mess. She is distraught. He calls for help. She keeps begging him to take her away from the heat. "Take me away, I need to leave...NOW." She keeps repeating now over and over.

Another cut. We are in a desert. Red rocky terrain sprinkle the landscape. One large rock formation appears. It creates almost a cave, a kind of rotunda, blessed shade from the sun. Denzel Washington is in army gear. A patrolmen is standing near by, talking endlessly. Washington is looking closely at the sand, sifting through it and finding...something beyond our understanding. He is investigating a crime, a rape among a platoon. He is looking for traces in the sand and trying to block out his companion's blathering. A bird flies overhead, it's shadow races across Washington's invisible clues. The two men look up and a small hawk has a huge bird in its grips. They both wonder how such a small predator got such a large prey.

Back to the helicopters. Weaving back and forth, trying to reach each other. A helicopter clips the wings of a bird. A nearby hawks sees the opportunity and dives, plucking the bird out of downward spin. The hawk takes off towards land as the helicopters dance back and forth.

The hawk lands in my backyard. The bird it has is still alive. I struggle with the decision to try to save the bird myself, but I know it will die soon, and the hawk needs to eat too.

But time passes, and the hawk's prey was too much. The hawk eats itself to death and rots before my eyes. The bird's bones are bleached in rapid time, its feathers begin to blow away. I look around and my backyard is filled with creatures. Slugs and worms begin to eat a mound. The mound reveals itself to be an elephant corpse. Small rodents appear and finally a herd of horses begin to tear at its flesh. I am horrified. I know I need to get them to stop. I have to get them to stop. Their black sweaty bodies tremble as they gorge themselves. One looks up and its eyes are just like the woman's eye from the helicopter. Black, with just a speck of white. I decide to lead them away, far away, to a stable. I decide to walk them myself. I lead them away, and head towards the dirt road. It is miles away, and the sun is setting again.

Last night, my crew and I died.

I was in a space ship. With a crew. Some of them I am sure were members from Grey's Anatomy. The Chief, and Baily were there for sure. We were on an important mission. It was a large ship. We were in a fleet. We were going somewhere very far away. The sky was purple and blue, we must have been near a solar system. But something went wrong.

Sabotage.

A lot of sabotage.

At first we all thought it was just the engine breaking down. But when we saw the ship next to us explode we knew this was no accident.

There was a lot of screaming and running. There was a man with a gun. Whole rooms were being sucked into the void. We were loosing oxygen. Lots of ideas were shouted out. Rooms were going to be sealed off, energy was going to be diverted. Systems rerouted. I remember feeling the weightlessness. And drifting as fast as I could before the door sealed shut.

We thought we had controlled the damage. We thought we would avoid our sister ships' fate. We were wrong.

I remember knowing we were all going to die, this split moment of total dread, of total sickness spreading from my gut to my fingers, like that moment was the last my senses would feel and they went into overdrive to get the most out of that moment. And there was a blast of light, and red and orange filled the room. It hit me so hard, and then all was black. I had died. We had all died. We had failed.

Last Night, a royal ware wolf, high school memories, Hamlet, Simpson's underwater life

I was a royal Queen whose rule was in question. I, and my entourage, were fleeing to my mother's castle. We were draped in light pink silk organza, it even was draped over our boats as we flew across the waters, passing by a group of the King's women, including his damn mistress. I reached my mother's estate, the whole castle was buzzing with anxiety. What would happen to me? Would I be dethroned, beheaded, exiled? I went to my room, a labyrinth of crooks and crannies, stairs and lofts, doors and windows. I had two special visitors, my protectors. They were ware wolves. I quickly ushered them into my room secretly, for they were strange looking men. I told them of my situation, and possible ways to escape. I couldn't let the rest of the staff see them, it was too risky. And then someone was coming! Quick, I said, hide in the upstairs closet. Before the door opened, I quickly asked if I too would turn that night. They said yes, for I had been bitten many years ago. But having royal blood, or possibly because I was female, I would keep my mind and be in control. I man came in, and I tried to sound calm, discussing how heirs could only be men, and that in any other country I would not find myself it such a pathetic position. I spilled something, and was sweeping it up, trying to cover up the noise of the men above.

I also had a dream that I was writing an email to a college friend who, in the dream, I also went to high school with. I was discussing how crazy it had all been, the crazy dance parties in the bathroom, the cheesy Broadway versions of Disney live action films, how we would graffiti the lockers, etc. Hugh Laurie came out, dressed to the nines, and I remember that he was my fifth grade math teacher, and how much I had respected him. And then I started to re watch films of our youth, and remarked how amazing it is how watching something can spark and shed light on a whole pile of memories previously lost.

Then, I, with my bad leg, was going to a elementary school on the fourth floor of a building. The elevator was the floor, and it raised you up through the courtyard. We got there, and I was lucky enough to sit next to someone I knew. Then a boy sitting three people down shared my last name. Were we related? We moved in to the next room, laying down and listening to Broadway hits. Then I was called, and walked through a door. I found myself playing Polonius in Hamlet. We were in the globe theater, and everyone was in costume. I had the book, desperately trying to keep up with everyone else. I could tell everyone else was a professional actor, and I felt like I was ruining Shakespeare! I remember I left my cell phone on, and even my own brother wasn't convinced by my portrayal!

Then Lisa Simpson found herself in a world of water. Fry and other animated characters decided to attack a sea monster, but it was no monster, just a friendly Mollusk. We floated down to the bottom, and decided to live there. Lisa had invented a shoe with a helicopter blade that was also a pump that could be filled with oxygen. It was a happy life.

Last Night, panther vs. shark, Bob Newhart, and time travel.

I was with three other animals. I was some kind of panther. I think a black panther. The animals may have been cats, but one may have turned into a fox at some point. They were large mammals, strong, beautiful coats of fur. We were in a sort of room, a trap, perhaps a puzzle. It was a square, with a shallow trench, a river, with perfect edges. There was a shelf, a path that went around the room, just a few feet above the waterway. Inside was a shark, jumping and biting. My friends and I made our way around the raised path, there were some inlets, some places to hide. The shark would jump and slash, it seemed to follow our every move. I knew I had to fight the shark. So I dove in with my big panther body, wrestling the shark. It was horrible. I knew I was out matched. But luckily, a woman in a library had the shark's spirit, and she had a large stick which she broke the jaw of the shark. It was the advantage I needed. I bit the shark in the face and the wound bleed profusely. I had done it. The shark was dead. We, my animal friends and I, were free!

Then, I was a boy on a road trip, with my girlfriend. And then I turned into Bob Newhart! My girlfriend was horrified, I tried to convince her that it was still me.

Then there was some part about time travel and paradoxes. Something involving a castle, a stone with horses carved in it, a dead field.

Many many nights ago, John Malkovich stabbed me in the 16th Century

It was the Renaissance. Early Renaissance. I was sitting on a hill. There was a large ornate blanket and an exquisite picnic. Fruits and deserts, golden bread. The colors were all rich, oranges, reds, deep pinks and earth greens. I am wearing a beautiful gown, rich in detail, tons of fabric. John Malkovich was sitting beside me. A battle was raging in the valley below. The soldiers and horses were small, their clashing a faint sound. We were laughing. He leaned over. I turned my head to imitate a blush. And then he stabs me in the stomach. I am stunned. I try to look down, but he continues to lean over. He whispers something in my ear. My face begins to melt in horror. Whatever he is telling me, it is clearly worse than the act of killing me. I open my mouth to scream. And that's when I wake up.

Two nights ago, The pope was black and blood was running down my knee

My family was in Europe. We were having lunch. Someone stole my brothers wallet. Or was it his basketball? I tried running after the culprit but I then realized my knee was injured. Blood was running down my knee. I couldn't run, what was I thinking? The visit to the pope was next on our list. A huge crowd had amassed at the Vatican. Everyone was wearing red. My roommate and I were in the front row, and yet I could see the whole seen as if I was a bird floating above. The crowd started to move in unison, like a marching band, the pope shouting orders. The crowd made some mistakes, but the pope seemed pleased with their overall performance. My roommate wanted a signed bible so we waited in line. The pope was an elderly black man, with deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. My roommate got a bible but was too scared to ask for his autograph, so we left.

Last Night, the ocean

There was a great hill covered with smooth rocks and pebbles. I sprinted down the hill like a mountain goat, scattering colored rocks. The ocean was before me and I dived in. Huge waves were crashing all around me but I deftly swam the currents. There was a long smooth beach, and a man was waving. It was Robert Redford. He plunged in and I heard a loud "Action!" The filming had begun. I was suppose to have drowned, with Redford pulling my lifeless body from the cool waters. "Cut!" The crew was gone. Redford and I just began to swim on our own. The day, once steal blue and cloudy, turned to a hot clear summer day. Redford wasn't Redford, but a inflatable pool toy. The hill and the beach were gone, and the ocean was now at the edge of my backyard porch. My backyard and the neighborhood were transparent, gone, and back again, like a ghost. I peered down and there were hundreds of schools of amazing fish. I put on some goggles and couldn't believe my eyes. It was astonishing, every kind of fish, zooming and darting. I yelled for my mom to see, but then I could see bigger fish, and shadows of sharks started to appear. How could I distract them I thought? I giant swordfish zoomed by, bubbles filled my field of vision. Then, more predatory fish appeared. More sharks. I had to get out of there. I wasn't safe. My house wasn't safe. No one was!