Sunbeams shoot through the leaves and polka-dot the ground and road. I'm driving with Lisa, Dave's following behind me driving with Adina, Kenn's next with Jessica, Uri's next with Kara, and on and on and on... Some kind of couples only excursion. Over a few hills, and around some thickly wooded areas, we come to a kind of gate to a carnival of sorts. Looking in, we see that the place is terribly huge. There's a moat so big that we thought it was a river until told otherwise. There's boats, buildings, concessions, yet, there's no center attraction, no theme. Just a funpark. The monsterous moat goes around a very large and somewhat mountain shaped island, and there's an old pirate ship that guests can ride to go around the mountain. Apparently, the main focus of this park is on the other side of the mountain, and only two people can go at a time. We all park our cars and walk in. The doorman explains just how physically strenuous the trip around the mountain is, and that our little group should choose someone that's a bit stronger than the rest. Jokingly, Kenn says something along the lines about how he doesn't know if I'm the strongest, but I can take a beating better than anyone else. Hearing that, the doorman's eyes kind of, well, they just blinked off like the power light on your computer after you shut it down. He points at me and says, "You will be the Carrier. Only the women can see, and you must carry them through. Well, that's the weirdest thing any of us have ever heard, but, yet again, my most favorite thing, Dream Logic. It kicks in, and kicks in strong, and we all decide, you guessed it, to go in. All the fella's sit around a bar, drinking juice and coffee and sodas, and all the girls get in line for the pirate ship. I'm blindfolded, and Lisa's put in my arms. I walk aboard, and holding Lisa, the boat takes off, making it's trip around the island. As we go, Lisa whispers in my ear all that she sees, for I'm not allowed to see it for myself. She's pretty much bored; lots of plants and trees, some parrots here and there... Then I hear her gasp as she explains in terrific detail the sight of a man sitting, quite willingly with a smile on his face, in a chair in the midst of a cleared area. Then, without warning he tilts his head back, and closes his eyes, as if he's expecting the man that suddenly appeared behind him. The man produces a knife, and slits the sitting man's throat. The boat never stops, and about 15 minutes after that, it docks. I want to leave, but I can't until I've taken all the girls on this boat. I tried to leave, but someone kept kicking me in the back of the knees to keep me on the boat. I couldn't see. Every time I went around, the scene being described became more and more horendous. A simple slitting of the throat became someone burning alive, to someone being eaten by a crocodile from the moat, to someone's stomach being opened and his innards being spilled onto the ground. One girl per trip, and there were about 10 girls. I was getting very tired, very quickly, and each person I carried had different styles of description. Jessica couldn't stop herself from describing the redness of the blood, Adina, for whatever reason, laughed aloud as she tried to tell me about the body's twitching, and Lisa told me only about the victim's eyes. The funny thing is that even there was a finite number of girls I had to carry through this ordeal, it felt like I was in an infinite loop that wouldn't end. And that's how I woke up. The last thing I remember was carrying someone, I don't remember who, through the 'ride', and I knew that there was still a line waiting for me when I got back. Explanation? I could only assume that if there were only ten girls, and the line never got shorter, that they kept getting back in line after they were through. And voila, my dream's over. |
