Some recollection
An image of graphic horror mixed with characters from popular comedy...
Professor Frink's wife, Lisa, wasn't as luck as the rest of us. The pull-down ladder/staircase that led to our escapes crushed her right foot and took off her left leg... well, most of her leg. A long, sharp fragment of bone jutted out, but otherwise she was crippled.
I wasn't sure how events progressed to this point, so I started over from the beginning.
I was on vacation with my family in northern Australia--except we were in Perth (which is actually in south-western Australia). The layout of the (dream) city reminded me of Seattle, with lush mountains behind and an ocean expanse, cluttered with seacraft, in front. We passed a university of sorts ...
well, this is interesting. I've managed, through wording this dream, to connect something and have remembered that this dream city has appeared to me before, though I can't remember when I last dreamt of it.
Anyhow, we arrived at a hotel without problem. The rooms were contemporary--sparse but vibrant, solid-painted walls and ceiling, and with an Asian dignity. But I can't remember there being windows. Which, after my family settled in, brought me to running into Professor Frink and his wife Lisa.
He was conducting an experiment on insect mutation. We proceeded only a floor below my family's hotel rooms to a strange red-glow lab area. The room was... compressed. Maybe four feet from side to side, but very long--like a hallway. However, near one end were stacked kennels with gigantic scarab-like creatures (though not as gigantic as that one in The Relic).
A yellow siren-light began flashing, and Professor Frink exclaimed a line of horror--he told us to run. These creatures were poisonous and altered like weapons. The light meant one had escaped.
Herein would be the part Lisa lost a section of her body had this been an average, instead of lucid, story. Instead the three of us made it out with help from my uncle. Our escape route took us to a higher level of the strange hotel/lab complex--into a mall that would make The Jetsons proud with its automated walkway systems.
Earlier I had traversed this mall area--I think I was in Australia in the first place to study in a class under Mr. Berger-White, a former high school English teacher. My first order of business was to collect a number of books. And I recall images of two bookstores--one not so much unlike another previous dream that I recall transcribing in at least minor detail in my archives. This previous dream was either in January or the later portion of last Summer.
And the dream-fragment I recalled in the midst of transcribing this one (which I cannot place) involved racing a'la F-Zero atop these buildings.
Indeed...
Professor Frink's wife, Lisa, wasn't as luck as the rest of us. The pull-down ladder/staircase that led to our escapes crushed her right foot and took off her left leg... well, most of her leg. A long, sharp fragment of bone jutted out, but otherwise she was crippled.
I wasn't sure how events progressed to this point, so I started over from the beginning.
I was on vacation with my family in northern Australia--except we were in Perth (which is actually in south-western Australia). The layout of the (dream) city reminded me of Seattle, with lush mountains behind and an ocean expanse, cluttered with seacraft, in front. We passed a university of sorts ...
well, this is interesting. I've managed, through wording this dream, to connect something and have remembered that this dream city has appeared to me before, though I can't remember when I last dreamt of it.
Anyhow, we arrived at a hotel without problem. The rooms were contemporary--sparse but vibrant, solid-painted walls and ceiling, and with an Asian dignity. But I can't remember there being windows. Which, after my family settled in, brought me to running into Professor Frink and his wife Lisa.
He was conducting an experiment on insect mutation. We proceeded only a floor below my family's hotel rooms to a strange red-glow lab area. The room was... compressed. Maybe four feet from side to side, but very long--like a hallway. However, near one end were stacked kennels with gigantic scarab-like creatures (though not as gigantic as that one in The Relic).
A yellow siren-light began flashing, and Professor Frink exclaimed a line of horror--he told us to run. These creatures were poisonous and altered like weapons. The light meant one had escaped.
Herein would be the part Lisa lost a section of her body had this been an average, instead of lucid, story. Instead the three of us made it out with help from my uncle. Our escape route took us to a higher level of the strange hotel/lab complex--into a mall that would make The Jetsons proud with its automated walkway systems.
Earlier I had traversed this mall area--I think I was in Australia in the first place to study in a class under Mr. Berger-White, a former high school English teacher. My first order of business was to collect a number of books. And I recall images of two bookstores--one not so much unlike another previous dream that I recall transcribing in at least minor detail in my archives. This previous dream was either in January or the later portion of last Summer.
And the dream-fragment I recalled in the midst of transcribing this one (which I cannot place) involved racing a'la F-Zero atop these buildings.
Indeed...
posted by SJ at 7/15/2005 12:37:00 AM
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