The Dream

I was in the car with Ryan. We parked in front of the LA River, and he got out, and said he’d be right back. He needed to “Check on something”. Or something to that effect. I sat in the car alone and watched the river. There were two fisherman standing on the edge of the bank casting lines out. One of them had his line tugged, and began to reel in his catch. The catch was heavy. Very heavy. So heavy his partner grabbed the pole along with him, to help pull the thing out. The fish was huge. Larger than a car, maybe as big as a bus, or small train. It slid on the shore and sat there without protest. It’s eyes were fearful. It laid still.

I got out of the car and walked up to the fish, which I wondered now that I was closer, if it was actually a whale. It wasn’t shaped like a fish, it’s body was longer, and it’s scales weren’t scales but more like blubber, or that of a elephant ‘s.

I think I asked the fishermen a question like, “What are you going to do with him?”

One of the men said, “Shoot him in the head”.

I looked into the face of the creature, and it stared back at me as though it were pleading for help, but this was only relayed through a subtle expression. It’s eyes seemed strangely human.

I said, “Please don’t. He’s scared he wants to go back.“

They were insistent on it. I sat with the creature while they built scaffoldings around it due to it’s sheer size, and so that they could access all parts of it’s body. Hours passed, and by the late afternoon they had completed a complex structure around the creature, so that it appeared that the creature was inside of a building, and only the front of it’s face and eyes peeked out through it’s new walls. They had built a door on the side of the whale near it’s rib cage, (I’ll just call it a whale) that one could pass through to access the inside of it. Somehow it remained alive, even though it seemed to be undergoing some kind of massive surgery, whereas a structure was being built on and inside of it. I looked through a window, (on it’s body) and inside there was a very strange looking man who had lips like a fish, and gills on the side of his head. He had the body of a human, although his skin was scaled, and blue-grey, and iridescently colored.

I told the fisherman, who now had a few extra crew members working with them as a team, that they can’t shoot the whale, and that I could feel the whale and talk to it if they would let me.

“Please let me try” I said. I walked up to the window at the side of the whale with one of the crew members, and looked into the window see the Fishman. There was a huge brass switch board, that looked like it came from another era, with all sorts of switches and controls. It looked almost like a captains deck.

“Hey who are you? What are you doing here?” The crew member said. The Fishman turned and shot him a disdainful expression. He ignored the crew member trying to talk to him and went back to operating the controls. (keep in mind the Fishman is standing inside of a room that had been built inside the body of the whale)

“I bet I can talk to him” I said. “Excuse me? Hello? I’m trying to help this whale here, he’s in pain and he’s drying out, he needs to go back into the river” Again, the Fish Man looked at me in the same way he did the crew member, cold and unreceptive. He waved his hand at me as if to say, “Go away, and mind your own business."

I told the crew member, He’s the whale’s alter-ego. He’s part of the whale”. It did seem that the Fishman had appeared from within the whale, rather than having walked up to it. We left the fishman alone. Meanwhile, the fishermen were gearing up to shoot the whale. I started to cry in protest of the whale‘s life, but they went on with it, regardless. It didn’t matter that I was there, because it was out of my hands.

One of the fishermen said to me, “If you want, you can have the whale’s emotions to take with you as a keepsake.”

“The whales emotions?” I said. I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but I knew I wanted them.“Yes please, can you get them for me?”

The fisherman entered the whale through the door in it’s rib, and with his knife cut from inside, a small sack of skin, the size of my thumb finger. He brought it back to me. It was grey and blubbery, and filled with some squishy substance. I wrapped it in a napkin and put inside of my purse.

“There you go, the whales emotions!” He said it carelessly as though it were some extra body part they’d have no need for.

The man in charge, who had caught the whale, took out a long barreled gun, and shot the whale between the eyes. I turned so that I didn’t have to see it.

Then, my two good friends Jeremy and Benny had arrived, just shortly after the whale had been shot. They were there with a purpose and that was to die inside of the whale. Soon after, my friend Becca was there and she was to witness their deaths, with me. I don’t know why, but it was "understood" that they were to willingly give up their lives. For some reason it was just "understood" that it was going to happen, though Becca and I we were extremely distraught by it. They entered through the door in the rib. Becca and I followed behind them. They went into a clean, black steel room with small holes all through out the flooring, and three of the walls. The fourth wall was made of thick glass, and on the other side of that glass was the “viewing room” where Becca and I were made to be witnesses. We sat at the only table in the center of the room. The viewing room was dimly lit, and extremely sterile. Everything was made of black steel, or possibly titanium. Benny and Jeremy strapped themselves up by harnesses in the ceiling, so that all limbs were tied into the ceiling, and their bodies hung freely. They weren’t speaking. They did it all very thoughtlessly, and now that I think of it, they were being controlled by something outside of their power. Their minds were vacant, and we were powerless.

Becca and I were extremely depressed, and in shock. She was sobbing, “They’re going to burn to death.”.

I then realized that the room they were in was actually a large furnace room. I realized that the holes in the flooring were for flames to shoot through. The entire room was fireproofed. I turned away from the glass, and Becca buried her face into her arms. The furnaces turned on, and the glass that separated the two rooms turned bright orange with fire. We cringed and cried, and we could hear both of them screaming. Then the screams got louder. It sounded like death. I could hear Benny’s voice screaming so loud it was unbearable. It was a terrifying scene.

I know this is a very violent part of my dream, but I’m just recounting it as it happened. What makes this dream unique is that my mind could have never dreamed this up using my imagination. I am not violent, and I’m not twisted, it’s just a freaky ass dream.

Their screams were elevated to decibels humans don’t normally reach. Then suddenly, their harnesses broke and they both dropped to the ground. They got up from the ground, and banged, and thumped hard against the glass.“LET ME OUT OF HERE!” Again, this was Benny’s voice. “GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

Becca and I were freaking. I don’t know how else to put it, but we were freaking out. “What are we supposed to do? !? “ I asked her. I wanted to help them, but the entire situation was out of my hands. It was bigger than me. It seemed like they were undergoing some kind of transformation.

We stood up out of our chairs because the glass that Benny was thumping against with all of his weight, made the glass started to crackle. We didn’t know weather to try to help, or weather we should run, once they burst through.

Finally, Benny broke through the thick glass. He tore through the opening, and Jeremy was close behind him. Their bodies were completely engulfed in flames. They were no longer my good friends Jeremy and Benny, they had become some king of fire demons. They chased us out the door, and down a hall. The structure that the whale had become was now a huge hospital like building, with off-white walls, and old light fixtures, like something built in the 20’s.

They were endowed with incredible strength. They seemed to fly after us, hardly touching the floor in between large, fast leaps. Becca and I ran with our lives down a long hallway. We passed a door that I shut, and locked behind me. They broke the door down with little effort. Down the hall, there were a series of doors which I locked behind myself, only to have them crashed down.

Becca spotted a bathroom, and we made a u-turn into it and escaped out of a narrow window. We were then on a roof, and were jumping from roof top, to roof top to escape them. I looked down on to the street, and I could see their fire bodies on the ground level searching for us. We ran, and eventually escaped them.

I lost Becca while we were running somewhere along the way. Then, the dream skipped to days later. I was still laying low, I knew the fire demons were on the hunt for me. I wandered the streets of some unfamiliar city. There was trash everywhere. I remembered my purse, and that I had accidentally left it in the viewing room that we ran from so quickly. I wanted my purse because the Whale’s Emotions were inside of it. The Whales Emotions were extremely important to me.

I ran into Ryan on the street. I hadn’t seen him since he left me in the car days before then. I was elated, and relieved to see him. I told him everything that had happened, and told him that I was in danger and needed to stay somewhere that the fire demons wouldn’t find me. We found a nearby motel, and checked in at the counter. I told him I needed to get my purse, and that I had to go back to the furnace room to get it. I had to have my purse and it’s contents, no matter how dangerous it was trying to get it back.

Then, the dream switched to a third person’s perspective. I was not in this “scene”, but more an on-looker. Our time line is that of months later now. Jeremy and Benny were getting off of a Greyhound bus somewhere near the LA River. They were bandaged from head to toe, and carried with them baggage from their travels. They seemed in “Happy go lucky” spirits, and completely free of any evil presence. They had no recollection of having their minds and bodies inhabited by demon entities.

They walked down the street , and peered down at the river below.“Hey let’s go see if there are any beached whales down there” Jeremy said.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, do you think there will be any whales down there?” Benny replied. They headed down to the river, completely ignorant of the cycle they would probably repeat.

Then I was back with Ryan again in 1st person. I was retrieving my purse. I went back to the site, and went inside of the furnace room, and saw my purse there. I grabbed it.

Then in this last part of the dream, someone spoke to me. It was a voice that resonated from all around, or like the echo of a narrator that had been standing by throughout the dream. I was shown a series of images, that I now believe were supposed to be clues to help me to better understand everything that had taken place. Actually, now that I’m writing this out it’s occurred to me that this might have been a Spirit Guide, or possibly my Higher Self. (If you don’t know, google it)

In the first image, there was a tiny bright orange light, that sped through the waters of the river, like a tiny glowing bug. It found a Sea Creature and went down inside of it where it rested.

“These things attach themselves to hosts" They were tiny balls of living energy. Embryonic energies, that needed a host in order to mutate. “The sea creatures have hosted them throughout time,” the voice told me. (this was said partly through images, and partly in words) .

(END)

Then, my alarm went off. It annoyed me, because I wanted to learn more from the narrating voice. I thought that maybe I’d get to hear more about the significance of the whale, and who the mysterious Fishman was that seemed to be operating from inside of the whale. I did understand though, upon waking, that the entire ordeal had been a purposeful operation, rather than a chain of insignificatn events. These whales, or sea creatures, seemingly from another world, were being used and operated by these intelligent fish-like men. That maybe they caught these little balls of fire energy, and harvested them? These details have remained open-ended mysteries since having the dream, and I've gone back and forth between possibly solving them and remaining completley dumb-founded by them.

It will be obvious to see that I change my point of view several times through out the investigation process.