Dreams and Fantasy

Different dreams I’ve had and other imaginary musings.

The Black Tornado

Four people were on a roadtrip. A man, a teenage girl, a middle-age woman, and another. The man was the one driving the car along the countryside. He looks back and sees a huge black twister behind them, coming closer. He accelerates the car so that they can escape the catastrophe. Upon reaching a road tunnel, the man decides to stop the car and he tells the others that they’ll be safe there while waiting for the twister to pass by them.

After a few hours they decide to head out again and find shelter for the night. They find a nearby hotel with a circular driveway. They enter the establishment and headed straight for the reception area to secure their rooms. The man handed the receptionist some cash for their stay. The receptionist looked at the money strangely.

It seems that their rooms were on different floors, except for the man and the teenage girl, who seemed to have rooms on the same floor. They take the elevator to go to their rooms. The middle-aged woman and the other companion were the first ones to get off the elevator. The man pressed the elevator button to the 10th floor. They stood there in silence but it seemed that the elevator was running on and on, and they were wondering how come it took so long to get to the 10th floor. The teenage girl then panics and looks at the man in terror and backs away from him. She says that she has to get off the elevator now; that she can’t go with him to his floor. The man is then left alone in the elevator.

The elevator finally stops but instead of the doors opening in front, they opened at the top. Puzzled, the man climbs up the elevator to get out. The moment he raises his head out of the elevator, he sees that he is on a road, with cars passing by or even parked nearby. He is puzzled as to how this could be. He then sees a man wearing a suit looking at him. The man in ths suit tells him that it was good that he was able to travel all the way from where he came from. The man in the suit tells him that, “You have traveled 10 kilometers from down there. You just came from the Land of the Dead.”

Then, a replay of the previous events unfold, back to the time of the tornado. The people in the car didn’t survive the tornado that swept the car. The money they gave the receptionist a hotel were in truth, dead leaves of a tree. The scene where each of them were getting off on their own floors in the elevator meant that they got off at their respective places in the land of the dead. By reaching the highest level in the elevator and reaching the borders of the land of the dead, only the man was able to escape the catastrophe.

I wake up from that dream feeling spooked, not only because of the reality of what happened to the man but also because of the guy in the suit. I see my mother and my cousin at the dining room table and I relate the tale to them, all the while wailing like a child. My cousin tells me that she has recently seen a movie like my dream. I think and recall that I do remember a movie like that. I look at my mother and then gasp as I see her soul floating right behind her, while she kept on talking to me. I open my mouth to scream.

Then, I wake up. Again. But this time, it’s for real. My dream inside a dream.

March 22nd, 2006 | 2 Comments »

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