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Dream 16: Vengeance Woke up at midday after an unexpected 4 hour nap with a book on my face and the dog barking up a storm from this. It started witha visit after shcool (high school) to a korean supermarket that we frequent in a minivan. I was supposed to pick up something or other and then wait there for my sister and Sam and we were to head over then to my cousin's house whom I wasn't altogether fond of but hey, when momma says jump, this here boy jumps. So there I went to this market place (the korean PAT market on Lawrence and Warden if you've ever been) when I find out that they're having their fish show again. Don't ask me what this was because while I dont rememeber clearly, I got the distinct impression inside the dream that I'd been to this thing before, that I'd seen this little show thing before and a show it was, but more of the freakshow quality. While I was there waiting for this show to start, a little korean boy was playing in the parking lot with some ball near my van and at one point, I found him somehow sitting inside it. His dad found out and came and harshly rebuked the child who began to cry and they left my van. It was at this point that I put my backpack into the backseat and took off my shoes, adding them in there as well as everyone knows that you can't go to watch a freak fish show undeneath a korean supermarket with your shoes on... So anyway, inthe korean market, there was a movable shelf behind the counter and stairs leading into the floor and beneath into a cavern of sorts where the show was held. Apparently, there was this giant 400~ pound fish that surfaced from a pond deep within the cave underneath this supermarket every few decades, or something. Maybe centuries. I remember somethign abot entering the wrong store and being told by an Indian owner that I was in said wrong store but that's hazy and indistinct so we'll leave it. It's odd though, because while I knew intellectually that this fish event happened extremely rarely, I got the CLEAR impression that I'd been there before...perhaps dreamt along the same theme. But so I go, descending these caves that oepns up to a larger cave with couches set up in front of a large pool of water. My sister, Sam and my cousins from the house that I'm to go to in a bit are there too, recliined a la ancient Roman fashions. I puzzle at their appearance but make no real mention of it and just take my seat next to Sam and wait for the fish to surface. At this point, I looked around and thought to myself that this looks a lot like a setting in World of Warcraft where my guild fought some rare and epic boss green dragon...however such an experience had never actually taken place, in dream or out of it so how did I know to remember it? There was some small talk along the couches but my little bunch were fairly silent. After a time, sissy got impatient and stood up and so we all left. We were suddenly out of the tunnel and in the van, driving on the highway. Sis was driving. My shoes and backpack were back at the store for some reason and I made mention of this fact and asked if we could go back cept Sis tells me that mom was already at the cousin's house and was expecting us right quick and so there'd be no turning back. Angrily, I stare out the window, watching the scenery of the DVP north route from Eglington pass by (why from Eglington if the store was at Lawrence? o.o) when I traffic slowed and I saw a commotion in the right lane behind us. It's that boy that was int he parking lot in my van. He's lying on the road and his head is half crushed, revealing blood and grey matter from inside (this is undoubtedly an influence of a recent sighting of a kitten seen in the same condition ont he way home from work last week...it was fresh x.x). As I watched, the man that had run the boy over cooly takes off his shoes, tosses them around the boy, because everyone knows that's how you ward off cops and hops onto the back of another tiny lil econocar and rides away. And I mean literally hops onto the back, he was grabbing these handles protruding from the big back windshield and had his feet up on this little deck at the back, not unlike the back deck of a tricycle. Sissy switches lanes and we follow this little car zipping along to find it goes off the road on this tiny path as the highway curves and is started to descend alongside, but slowly going below us off the side of the road. As we pass by, the road begins to turn into train tracks (think of the old style train tracks over a large bridge) and I swear that in between the gaps of two of the rails, I see the little boy that had been run over, head intact this time, glaring at us as we drove by. We pulled into the station because everyone also knows that this is the only waty to catch a train, by driving onto a station that metamorphed from a jam-packed highway that was there two seconds before. Sis pulls out luggage from the trunk of the van (WHERE DID IT COME FROM??) and we all get off and head for the train. She checks her big bag of luggage as baggage as it's fucking huge and we enter the train. There's a conductor of sorts who stands us in front of him as soon as we eneter and tells us the rules of the train (VIA rail of course, as it's the only one that I know for sure that my sister's taken). Done with the quick rules, he begins to bombard us with quirky little anecdote after quirky little anecdote as we shuffle around from foot to foot, wanting to get the fuck away and to our seats when sissy says in a low and dangerous voice, "Jimmy doesn't want to hear anymore." For an instant, I look around for a Jimmy but silly me, I suddenly remember that this is her euphemism for saying 'shut the fuck up and leave us alone.' (It really isn't :P). Conductor man glares daggers at us, he's a fairly old man, maybe mid 50's, hair thinning and going white and really thin and lanky. Sis ignores him and brushes by him with us in tow and leads my cousins to their seats and then stalks by FURTHER up one level of the train and sits, far away from them. I ask her if we weren't all sitting together and she just arhes an eyebrow at me and me and Sam sit down without another word, knowing how bad shit has gotten between our families (true story). When sitting, we ask her what was up with that Jimmy quote when she tells us that the conductor was always prone to talking too much and that Jimmy was the name of (surprise) the little boy we'd seen run over on our way to the train. Sissy can apparently invoke spirits and ghosties....neat. Then was the time to turn ont he gas. This ws a new system implemented to sort of enforce passengers to sleep during the trip so you'd breathe in the air fed to you through this gas mask, that was strapped at head level to the chair behind you, and one blink, you'd be at the next station. The next and you'd be at the station further along. One blink and Sissy vanishes. It cuts ahead and away from me now. This is a time long after funerals and mournings, after everyone's been walking around the world for another 5-10 years or so. The old conductor guy is sitting at a computer at a desk, when sissy, looking just like one of them freak out korean ghosties on the old movies LUNGES out of the computer screen at the fucker, bearing him down to the ground. None of that slow moving crap from "The Ring" and "A Tale of Two Sisters" for her, nope, she's always been a bit impulsive and impatient. This is of course, vengeance of sorts (likely brought on by my recent spate of vengeance themed movies), and she intends to be fully repaid as he's the one that kidnapped her during that train trip and harvested her organs and sold them on the black market to support his gambling debts (gambling was an issue brought up extensively last night at dinner with Daniel and Jasmine). Sis bites his ear, drawing blood and drags him into the next room...where I was asleep. Apparently, the kidnapper was using a computer in my house? For whatever reason? But I'll be damned if that LOOKED like my house. Looked like a room from Fatal Frame 2....with a computer. So sissy the ghost flops down on me while I'm sleeping as she's prone to do on the weekend mornings when she thinks I've slept enough and wakes me up by biting ME. Cept in my case, it's more like gnawing on my finger and I brush her away. Maybe she's hungry. She forces mr conductor into a closet and closes the door and goes THROUGH the door after him. There are screams and I'm not sure what she's doing but she bounds out exuberantly a second later and tells the guy inside the closet to write about why he did it, kidnapped her. A confession of sorts. When she finds that he's a little too slow for her liking, she goes back in there with him and there're more screams. Soon, closely written pages in pencil are being ranked out through the bottom of the door and whatever she's done to him, must've been pretty bad as there's blood on the pages. So I read of his gambling habit while sis continually tries to gnaw at my fingers and knuckles and I keep brushing her away. So ends my dream. I don't know what happened to the dude in the closet...but maybe he's still there... >.> Yes it's weird, yes it's fucking creepy. Don't look at me :P |