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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
cloistered town
2003-10-12
I went to a small town near the sea. I don't remember why, I'm sure it was for some grand reason. I was looking for someone. I walked nearly the length of the town, having a bit of trouble with street crossings, where I almost got smashed a few times. I had trouble with the locals, as well, who seemed to resent my presence. The town seemed kind of ramshackle, most places looked like dives. I finally found my way to a motel of sorts near the end of it all. I found that my friend (or my sister, it was kind of vague on that and switchy) was staying there. I went into the office, which looked just like another room for rent, to look at the rates, and was shocked to find that the monthly rates were $50 and $80. Cost of living was veeeerrry low in that town. There were people moving around in the office, and I began to wonder if it was just another room, rather than set aside for management. I finally found the person I was looking for. In the dream, my original intent was to bring the person home or get them to leave the town, but I lost sight of that. I considered moving to the motel. I asked her (now my sister) how much she paid per month, and she said $1300. I was trying to do the math on that when comparing it to $50, and she never answered me when I questioned her, just said, "That's with utilities." Apparently, either I decided to stay -- or the town wouldn't let me leave. I walked back through the town, and there were people after me. The town was very suspicious. I ended up in some sort of town meeting with another friend who'd be writing blasphemous sayings on people's car windows in his own blood, and gotten caught by a bunch of Baptists, who'd happened to be in a car he was writing on. I was in the room with a mess of severely conservative Baptists. The ones who'd caught the guy took him before a matron and pointed out the wound. She tsked and seemed to display concern. They explained what he did, and she seemed to sigh. They pondered what to do with him, while still trying to come across as loving and concerned. They hadn't connected me to him at that point. I sort of gave him a conspiratorial look and mentioned I was looking for a place to stay, and said I was looking at a motel down at the end of town. A girl who was younger than the majority told me that there was a motel right across the street, very convenient to their stuff... though it was near the brothel and some other den of sin I can't remember now. I expressed shock at the sinful nature of their town, since they made me rather sick, and said we didn't have stuff like that where *I* came from. Of course I was lying through my teeth but it sure seemed very obvious in their town. I eventually escaped their grasp. At this point my point of view changed to a video game type interaction, without the plot changing at all. Though at other points in the dream I was variously myself and other personas, at that time I was some blond guy with a lot of hair gel. I had to pan around and fiddle with the 'view' to get a perspective on what I was seeing, instead of seeing my head from the top down. I clicked the motel and told myself to go there, then came back to view myself again. I hoped that doing that I would manage the street crossings all right, automatically without my having to pay attention at each one. I intended to go see my sister again. On the way to see my sister, I was distracted by several things. I was starting to get embroiled in this town's major issues and found out no one ever left or something, and they were crazy cult conservative weirdos. There was a wolf/dog fight, and some people of another ethnicity who didn't speak the same language of the townspeople got caught in it. So I fended off the dogs and saved a chick, who was extremely frightened of the townspeople and I felt bad for her. So they sent in their translator ambassador type person to speak to one of the leaders of the other people, and when he came back, I watched the leader go up to the girl and slit her throat. The ambassador dude said he'd told him to deal with her in their traditional way, and smirked. So I continued on, at this point I seemed to be more myself than blond dude, and perspective seemed to be back to normal. I went to a huge house, which seemed to be a sort of refuge for this non-townsperson group of people. It had a courtyard and tons of rooms. All the people dressed in ragged American flags of sorts, some of which were strange or old (13 stars, or showing a soviet symbol in place of stars). I got some sort of impression that they were actually the people of the world I was from, refuges against this weird cult culture. Then this guy came in, who didn't speak the language, but seemed to be a townsperson dressed in red-white-and-blue, and sort of just made a spectacle of himself... all the people in the refuge were sort of wary of him. As he left, I saw that his flag said, 'American Arsonist'. I started panicking, realizing he was a townsperson going to burn down their community. I told everyone to get out. Some didn't understand me, and some didn't believe me, and some just seemed totally confused at having to leave, since that was their safe place. They all just looked at me blankly. I grabbed some of the leaders and took them out to look at the roof, where there were some sparks starting to fly. They said just a few sparks were normal. But I made them watch until the fire started to grow. Then they helped me trying to get people out. We took them out the back and helped get them over this pond/moat thing. We carried whomever we could, and tried to get them to leave. They were very resistant. I tried to get the ones who were light and small. I was taking handfuls of.. people. That was a weird part where they looked like... stuffed animals or something. We got many out, but it was a struggle the whole way. We tried to get them to move far down, away from the building, but they were scared to, because in that direction there were dogs and they were owned by the weirdo townspeople. I herded them down, but there were still more people in the building, so I ran back even though they told me not to. I tried to get a few elderly people out who didn't want to go. I went to a town meeting. By this time they decided I was a strange and dangerous outsider, against their ways. They wanted to neutralize me somehow. The meeting was held in the woods on the edge of a lake, under an overhanging on a rock shelf. I was trying to convince them to leave their town. They were destroying their world. The trees were dying, red and brittle on the hills. They had no concept of the scientific ramifications of this, and figured it was their god-given right and so on, and that the world outside was evil. I started telling them that the trees would die, the grass, the animals, then they would die. I became very passionate and told them that God was angry and sad, "I am the trees, I am the grass, the very dust, I am you! What have you done with my gifts? I give you these things and you destroy them!" It was very strange and I was really pissed and worked up. My speech was powerful and frightened them. The people seemed confused and disbelieving that they could cause any destruction, or that it would have any consequences. I lassoed some sort of plane that was going to land on the lake and brought it down to the town meeting. The pilot was sick and had been about to crash; he'd gone all the way to the sea, where he'd seen something as a kid... he'd gone beyond the town boundries, though he wasn't supposed to, and seen... something. I forget what. But he'd wanted to see it again. He knew I spoke the truth, and now was dying. I pleaded with the townspeople to believe me.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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