Sep 14th, 2009, 04:42 AM
I had one hell of a freaky one just now.
The boyfriend and I were watching some sort of movie. It wasn't an interactive movie exactly, the characters didn't seem to know we were there, but instead of sitting on a couch or something it was more like sitting in the middle of the action as it happened all around us.
The movie starred Bruce Willis as a man who had taken some job in a hotel, working for the owner (played by George Clooney). I can't remember exactly what he did, except that he was very high-status, wore a suit and was allowed full run of the hotel to do pretty much anything he wanted. Michelle Pfeiffer (I think that's who it was, or someone very like her) also worked for the hotel. It was also some high-status job and whatever she did, she was the richest woman in the world for doing it.
So as the movie goes on we see that Bruce Willis' character and Michelle Pfeiffer's character interacting more and more, and eventually it becomes obvious that they're having an affair. She's got a tiny baby, four or six weeks old, and he rides around in a motorcycle with the baby on a seat in front of him. When he's not doing that, they're meeting up in the ultraposh hotel pool and swimming together, usually with their business suits on.
One day as they're swimming, George Clooney walks in- he's on to the affair. He scolds them, reminding Bruce that she's the richest woman in the world and he shouldn't be riding around on his motorcycle with a baby flopping on the seat in front of him. However, the three inexplicably share a very gross 3-way kiss poolside, and now even though he disapproves he grudgingly allows them to continue.
Bruce asks for use of some sort of private "spring room" and gets permission. I was curious about the spring room, I thought it might be some other pool, so I was paying close attention as he was going back through the hotel. But we never got there. Partway through, the movie becomes more interactive and as I follow him I glance into a room. It's a hospital room, with an empty kid's bed that has a movie camera trained on it. I think I go in to look at it, and then suddenly it's the next day and I'm back. This time, a teddybear pokes its head out of a hiding spot and thanks me for coming the previous night. This freaks me out and I scurry down the hallway.
That's when the dream stopped being like a movie and started having a really dark, ominous tone. I was back with the bf, sitting in the middle of my grandmother's front yard for the next scene. It was fall and leaves were falling all around us, and we were watching a couple in casual clothes laughing and setting off firecrackers. Apparently they had just gotten married. I think Jimmy Fallon was playing the groom. Suddenly I had a feeling of dread, and I turned to the bf and said "This isn't going to end well, is it?"
He just kind of gave a "wait and see" laugh and said, "not for him". I saw Bruce Willis on the motorcycle coming and wondered what he was going to do to the couple, but then lost sight of him. Then everyone vanished. We were sitting alone in my grandmother's front yard, with the leaves still falling, and while we waited for something to happen he idly asked me if the leaves were moose leaves or elk leaves. (???)
There was a cardinal up in the tree chirping, and I watched it. The bf still had a smirk on his face as if something horrible was going to happen and he wanted to see what my reaction would be, so that intense feeling of dread was still going strong. I watched as the cardinal got lower and lower in the tree, and then it popped down a storm drain or sewer grate about 10 feet from us. Everything was quiet for a second.
Suddenly (god, still get goosebumps thinking about it), this hideous creature popped up out of the drain, just sort of congealing together through the metal bars of the grate. It was dressed in a yellow-orange labcoat and pants, and it had frizzy gray hair. One eye bulged out grotesquely and it was completely terrifying. I started to scream and run away, but the boyfriend stood up and said that now he was going to teach me the hand gestures for some sort of interpretive dance with it.
I didn't want anywhere near it, and I was trying to get away, but I was trapped between it and the boyfriend doing some sort of bizarre waltz in my grandmother's front yard. I don't remember the gestures other than periodic back-thumps, all I really felt was an overwhelming desire to get away from it. I have no idea what it was...looked almost like a scientist who had been melted in a lab accident. It was a really sinister creature.
Then I woke up, having no idea what the hell was going on around me.
Ugh, that was a bad one.
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