User blog comment:ClericofMadness/You newfangled kids and your blogity boops!/@comment-3185615-20110127222038

So I had a crazy dream last night that I'm thinking I could make into a short story or something... I just dont know how to do anything with it...

So, there I was in a van in the back seat with two men who were wearing Chinese military uniforms and speaking Chinese in shackles. They're having a conversation back and forth leaving me completely oblivious to what they were saying and more than anything I was confused until we finally reached the bottom of the hill which went on for miles we had to have been driving down the hill for 20 minutes with walls on either side of us. We get to the bottom of the hill and stop in a very beautiful place with green grass, hills, mountains in the distance, streams and quaint little cottages for the prisoners down there to live in.

Now I am going to put some perspective into this, the road on the hill went north to south, and we were driving south. To the west was a shoreline from a lake and past the lake was a majestic mountain range with six total peaks the closest in the north west getting slightly farther away as they went south. Beautiful forests climbing the mountains until finally they had snow capped peaks. To the south near the road was the village up against a sheer cliff that seemed to go up for a couple of miles, much like the cliff the road was carved into. To the north was a stream coming from an isolated mountain to the northeast and feeding the lake. In the middle there were a weird set of black boxes that were about ten by ten and got progressively taller and taller as they went, but the lowest was about waist level and the tallest was as tall as the cliffs surrounding the prison camp. And they spiraled clockwise around each other until they reached the tallest which was in the center. The strangest thing was what looked like ceiling fans hanging from the sky from seemingly nowhere.

The people were strange to say the least. They all spoke perfect American English which for being dragged down a hill with two Chinese military officers was a little unsettling. You could say uncanny valley kind of weird, because there was just something not quite right about them like they were all complete mind controlled robots. Nobody knew why they were there, the most I dragged out of anybody was that he was on vacation in Beijing and somehow ended up in "this wonderful place." The loudspeakers in perfect sync after this interrupted the elevator music and "you are very happy here, please enjoy your stay." that was playing to announce to everybody that they were "indeed so very lucky to be here because now that all of the registered guests had arrived the festivities will commence in one hour." In a off putting monotone female voice not too dissimilar from the airport voice telling you which time zone you are in.

I then wanted to get a better view of everything in this camp so I began to climb the black cube and jump from one to the next getting slightly higher each time. After climbing around fifteen or so the voice on the speaker came on once more and announced that since some of us were becoming anxious that the party would begin at the ending of the announcement. Immediately afterwards all seven total peaks exploded in an orange red liquid fire spewing lava into the air and down the mountains forming colossal waves of liquid rock that began to rush into the camp the people began screaming as their flesh sizzled and were engulfed by the lava. I seeing this began to run and jump along all of them getting tired and slowing down after about five or six more at which point the lava was climbing higher and higher and it started to get really hot and I finally reach the top one and notice that the lava is almost four inches from covering my feet in hot liquid pain so I jump for one of the ceiling fan looking things and realize that they are sprinkler systems and they spin around spraying water and were meant to cool the lava into rock so after around 10 minutes of hanging on the pipe that is supplying the sprinkler with water the ground looks hard enough to walk on and I jump down and walk over to the cliff exhausted and fall over.

After doing this I realize that I am in the van again kind of final destination style and I ask the driver who is saying something to his passenger in Chinese, "Will the volcanoes go off If I'm not down there?"

He stops the vehicle immediately and turns around and asks clear of any Chinese accent, "How do you know about the volcanoes?"

"I don't know how I know I just know I had a dream and I was just wondering."

He pulls out his makarov and points it in my face. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?" And since I have a serious dislike of pistols in my face I using my still shackled hands knock it out of his hands and into the back seat. In the confusion I bend down reach the gun and shoot both the driver and passenger in the head killing them and then shooting out the lock for the van and hopping out and stumbling my way back up the hill in my shackles carrying the pistol.

When I reach the top of the hill the Chinese prime minister confronts me and asks me how I knew about the trap and if I was a spy or not threating me. After around twenty minutes of yelling a helicopter comes down from the sky and President Obama climbs out and Calls me by my name and asks me If I knew anything about the impending trap and whether I was a spy or not. I deny it much like I did with the Chinese prime minister and around then I wake up.