Whoopsies

So, I was intending to update the blog yesterday, but as life always does, it gets in the way.

And besides, nothing interesting happened yesterday.

Anyway, for today's post, I'll talk about a dream I had a few years ago. Just for the record, I've never had what most would consider a 'normal' dream, so trigger warning. Also, it's a pretty long one (pause), so go ahead and grab some snacks.

Now, the dream.

The dream starts with me and my mom in an airplane (had this dream the night after we returned from a vacay to Florida). The flight was going pretty well, and I was comfortable flying in a 70 metre long, 175,000 pound chunk of metal (which I guess is why I was aware I was in a dream). All of a sudden, the pilot announces, just a bit too happily, that one -- oh no, sorry, I meant both -- of the engines had shut down, and the plane was going to crash.

This information causes everyone in the plane to panic, and we all scramble to remove our seat belts. I got mine off and reached to remove my mom's. However, it wouldn't budge. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't budge. But her seat belt wasn't the only one with problems. As I quickly observed the plane, I noticed that everyone's seat belts were stuck, leaving the passengers unable to leave their seats.

All but me.

Just then, the emergency door opened, and a flight attendant grabbed me by my collar and, with surprising strength, flung me out the door. As I realized I had no parachute and that I was probably going to die (before I realized once again that I was aware I was in a dream), I let out a blood-curdling cry to the clouds, praying that whatever was about to happen would happen quickly -- and preferably painlessly.

I fell in water.

I was relieved that I wasn't in any serious pain (although I was starting to have a headache), and I observed my surroundings. As I did so, I heard a faint explosion that I could only assume was the plane that I was thrown out of -- the plane my mom had been stuck in.

I was in a pool of water, and surrounding the pool was a small patch of land, and there was sand on the land (you get the point). I walked over to the edge of the land, and I realized that I will still in the sky.

There was another patch of land floating in mid-air, just within jumping reach. So I did what any normal human would do, and jumped. I reached the second patch of land, and saw yet another. I jumped, and jumped, and jumped...

..and then I fell again. Must have been a trick of the light or something, but what I thought was another island was actually just empty air and I ended up falling through air again and I screamed again even though I knew I was in a dream and I wouldn't die.

I fell on sand, desert sand.

Somehow, my bones didn't break. I got up and saw four people in front of me. Two were American and were wearing clean suits, and two were Arabic and were wearing thawbs. There was a male and female for each set. "Welcome to Saudi Arabia," they said to a poor old pre-teen with sand in his clothes and a mild headache (me). "Have a good stay." I got up and stared at them, and they stared back. A staring contest was initiated.

I lost.

Frustrated, I ran for a few miles until I vaguely saw a large metal door in the distance. I was tired at that rate, so I ended up walking most of the way, and was only able to run in short bursts. Eventually, I got to the door, and it automatically opened to let me in. Now picture this. Tired 12 year old me, in the Saudi Arabian desert, sand in my clothes, with a headache, about to step through a random metal door about 20 feet high.

Anyways, I stepped through, and went down a staircase. As I reached the bottom, I heard voices, and soon realized I was in a subway station. It seemed relatively normal, with people leaving and entering trains, children screaming while their mothers try to shush them... normal.

I decided to sneak on one of the trains after everyone had left, and as the train left the station, I had no idea where I was going to end up. I took a seat beside a blonde chick, and I somehow fell asleep (in a dream). When I awoke, the blonde chick was standing above me, telling me that we had reached our stop. I thanked her and quickly got off the bus.

The scenery change was a complete shocker. I was transported through time, so to speak. It looked as if I was in the Victorian era. The clothing, the speech, the places, everything. But before I could truly appreciate where I was, a well-dressed man eyed me from across the street I was standing on.

He pulled out a revolver, almost out of thin air, and pointed it at me. Just then, time slowed down, and I stared stupidly at the bullet as it flew towards, and eventually past, my face. Then another bullet whizzed slowly by, then another, and another, and one more. At this point, the man was taring stupidly at me, and I took this opportunity to run at my would-be assassin. I jumped at him, knocking him to the ground.

I hit him in the face, once, twice, thrice, again and again and again. I kept hitting him as blood spurted from every place possible on his face. Blood got in my eyes, on my clothes, on the street. I kept punching and punching and punching until-

I woke up. For the next few minutes, I stared at my bedroom wall, holding my head in my hands. (My headache had transferred from my dream to real life.)

And that's pretty much it. I've barely told anyone about this dream, considering it's one of the strangest I've had, and as such, I don't really know how to explain it to other people. But trust me, I've had much stranger dreams than that... and maybe I'll share them with you one day :)

Anyway, I gotta go, but I'll (hopefully) see y'all tomorrow ;)