prophetic fragments
November 30th, 2008 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I am being chased on my bike by a group of hunters in a camouflaged pickup truck. I can go faster than them if I sprint as fast as I possibly can manage, but I don’t think I can keep the pace up for long. My legs burst into flame. I’m not sure if this is a really good thing or a really bad thing.
A shadowy, many-legged form is hovering in front of me. It says something I don’t understand.
I am in a war, but I don’t know over what or between who. There is a rifle in my hand, and I am wearing a dark wool uniform. I can’t see far through the fog, and in every direction there is mud and the sound of gunfire. I start to walk towards the sound of a large explosion. The icy mud beneath my boots becomes a field of the innumerable decomposing faces of dead soldiers, and with each step their skulls crack and squish beneath my boots. The ground is so thick with blood and cerebrospinal fluid that my boots get sucked underground, and I have to proceed in bare feet. I light a cigarette, and moments later I realize that the fingers holding the cigarette are no longer attached to my hand, but are on the ground a few feet away. One of the faces in the ground tells me my feet smell like brains. I apologize, then lie down to smoke another cigarette with my remaining fingers.
this is not my dream
November 27th, 2008 by Jenny Crimp; no comments
it is actually my grandma’s dream.
she dreamt that i was small and i was sad and crying about something.
rebecca’s salt addiction and something from harry potter or that ridiculous vampire movie
November 26th, 2008 by Jenny Crimp; no comments
After class at the CMA I decide to walk through U Village and maybe get something to eat. On the west side there is a new building with a few stores and some medical offices. One of the stores looks interesting, so I go inside. It appears to be an antique/estate jewelry store; the floors are dark wood with fancy rugs. A man in a suit is waiting to greet me as I take a look into the cases recessed into the walls. In the case are various precious jeweled objects such as a Faberge egg, but what really catches my attention is a miniature bust with a blank face. Onto the face, a video of Lexi’s face is projected. She talks to me.
“You have to understand, I had no way to predict it, I went to see doctors and they had no idea, but I finally found out that it was some sort of imbalance in my brain. That’s why I needed salt, and I had to have it all the time.”
I tell her I’m very sorry about her medical condition, though I am silently perplexed as to why she feels she needs to explain this to me.
Now Rebecca chimes in- she is in the store with me now. “The same thing happened to me. It was terrible, I didn’t realize it was happening. It really began with that ice cream, the specific brand you get at QFC- creamy vanilla with the salty pecans.” (She actually meant salty caramel, I believe). “I couldn’t get enough of it and nearly went broke. I’m being treated now but sometimes I still struggle with it.”
I feel really bad for their affliction and say so, but also kind of weirded out and want to change the topic because I don’t know why the miniature bust brought it up with me to begin with.
Rebecca and I leave the store and run into Gavin. We decide to get something to eat, and as we walk down the sidewalk, Gavin recounts the story of when Rebecca unexpectedly jumped him as they were leaving her apartment to go have dinner with his girlfriend. Gavin thinks it’s funny, and I applaud Rebecca for taking action to get what she wanted, but then remember that I should scold her for being disrespectful of the fact that Gavin is totally off-limits and putting him and a really bad position if Emily ever found out.
Later, I am on Bainbridge, and must get back to Seattle in a hurry. Intending to fly, I jump out the window of the old mansion I am sneaking away from, but don’t have enough momentum to get up into the air, so I have to grab a power line as I glide to the ground in the cobblestone courtyard, and hop a few times like a crow before I can get back into the air. It’s not easy; I fly in arcs by hopping and then concentrating on defying gravity to get higher, but eventually gliding back to the ground. I do this through the busy semi-residential area of town, checking my back every once in a while to make sure I haven’t been followed. My powers must remain secret from the public, but I am not worried about being seen, because I remain invisible unless someone thinks to look specifically for a flying girl. This has never been a problem before because no one would ever think a person could fly unaided, but eventually I feel eyes on me- not the people who should be following me, but this is an ordinary person who received a tip and wants to expose me. He jumps on his bicycle and races through the streets as I jump over rooftops. I try my best to lose him and finally reach the water’s edge, where I must jump from Bainbridge to Seattle. Trying to be more inconspicuous I seek out the tallest tree around, and fly to it low-to the ground. Then I begin to half-fly, half climb up the trunk. The branches get thicker and the climbing harder as I approach the top. Suddenly I look up and there are feet on the branches above me and two sets of hands grabbing me- I have been set up. I point my hand at one attacker’s stomach and attempt to stun him with my magic powers, but there is just a green spark- it failed. I watch in horror as the other attacker points his hand at me and prepares to shock me. But it doesn’t work, I struggle some more, trying to blast my opponents with no success. Somehow I break free and desperately try to jump from the tree and fly to Seattle, but I have no more power over gravity and fall though the branches to the ground. Miraculously, as I approach the ground my fall slows and I don’t die. I jump into the air again and fly to my accomplice’s hideout nearby.
Hiding in the store with the doors locked and lights out, I ask my friends how we were followed and what could have happened in the tree. One rather kooky old woman I have never met before informs me that the tree is the oldest one around, and probably just absorbs all powers.
There are zombies.
November 16th, 2008 by Elizabeth Dameron; no comments
I’m out of bullets and I don’t know how to get more into the gun. It folds in half and I am nervous about shooting my own feet.
This is what it feels like:
There are also empty wine bottles on the ground everywhere and this becomes more frightening than the zombies. Jason shoots a zombie in the head and all the blood goes into the bottles. It is satisfying.