August 3, 2004

• I had a really weird dream last night.

  
  

  No, really, I mean it this time. I know I’ve said it before, but this was bizarre…

  
  

  I was lost in the woods when I came upon a house where these two elderly but not old people lived. The man had no hands and the woman had no feet. She was very fat and he was very thin.

  
  

  I stayed with them for sometime. Since I couldn’t find my way home, they let me stay in return for doing chores around their home. But I ate veggies out of the garden because a cat told me not to eat their soup, which was always bubbling in the fireplace. When they would offer food, I would say I was too busy but that I would eat later (but I never did).

  
  

  After about a week, they told me they wanted me to stay with them always. Then they took out a display box. Inside were her mummified feet and his mummified hands! They said that to prove their love and devotion to each other, they had exchanged body parts. They said they would give these to me as a sign of their adoption of me into their family and asked what I would give them. Whatever I gave them would go into the soup and we would all eat it together so that I would become a part of them.

  
  

  Needless to say, I was very surprised, but I hid my disgust and asked if I could go outside and think about what I should give them. They agreed, and I went out to the garden with the box. Immediately the cat appeared and said I should take the box and run. The old people in the cabin were cannibals and immortal because of their diet. They would slowly wittle me out of my parts for their soup until all that was left was their box of hands and feet which they would take back and keep till the next unsuspecting girl arrived at their cabin.

  
  

  So I ran off with the box and came upon a large, blocky building with no windows. When I went inside, there were two men. One attempting to leave, and one chasing him. The man who was in pursuit yelled that I should catch the other man, so I did. Then we dragged him into a room with a coffin-like box and several rows of folding chairs set up in front of it.

  
  

  We manhandled the running man into the box face down and closed the lid so the back of his head was the only thing showing, and he could not move. Then a bunch of very beautiful, young-seeming, cultured people came in and found chairs. The man took my box of hands and feet and put it behind the ‘coffin,’ directing me to take a thin hose with a spike at one end and insert it into the other man’s brain which had somehow become visible through the hole in the ‘coffin.’

  
  

  A clear fluid that looked a lot like water, slowly filled a glass after being processed through the hose and a machine. When the glass was full, the man took it and passed it to the people in the chairs. Each took a sip and nodded before passing it on. Finally the glass came back to me half full. The man said the rest was for me. 

  
  

  Not having much choice in the matter since I was under scrutiny, I drank it, but it really was just like water. Some attendants came in and took the other man out of the box. He was alive, though semi-conscious, and the back of his head was back on. They led him away where he could recover.

  
  

  As the other people filed out of the room, the man explained to me that I would now have to have an infusion once a month or I would rapidly grow old and die. He knew I was part of their ‘cult’ because I was beautiful and because I had helped catch the ‘donor’ trying to escape. If I continued my treatments, I would never grow old or die… just like all the other privilged people who stayed there. He said that he guessed I must have escaped from the cannibals because of the hands and feet. They knew about the cannibals because they used to belong to the ‘cult’ but had left. They only managed to remain alive through their diet, but not to stay young.

  
  

  I asked after the man who had been led away and he said that eventually the man would die, but he would give many months worth of elixir before that. They had many people like him kept in a large holding cell.

  
  

  And at this point I woke up, so I don’t know what happened after that. I sure wish that cat had warned me about the brainsuckers like he did with the cannibals. But on the other hand, that might be why he had me keep the box. So I would be recognized and accepted by them.

  
  

  Man, I think I should start writing screenplays. Don’t you think some of these dreams would make great movies? They make about as much sense as some horror movies I’ve seen.

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