11/12 (1pm-3ishpm)/My Bed (In FH)/ Nothing
“Dude what’s happening?” I ask in my normal JBish tone.
“Not much!” The guy standing across the street screeches in a high-pitched almost singsong voice.
“Cool bro.” I roll my eyes. Why is it always the crazy ones that seem to want to be my friend? I think to myself. “Well, you wanna hang out?” I ask in politeness hoping that he’ll say no.
But of course not. “Let’s do it.” The same screechy song voice. “Ow!” He shouts as his white-gloved hand grabs his crotch.
Yes, moon walking over to me in the middle of the city, is Michael Jackson. The 80’s awesome Michael Jackson. The one from the “Thriller” music video, wearing the red leather outfit, only he’s not a zombie…yet.
Standing next me he gives me a high five while he does his breathy/panting thing that he’s so good at.
“Cool…well I was headed to the 7-Eleven to get an Icee,” I say as I continue walking on the broken and trash-strewn sidewalk.
MJ spins, moonwalk, grabs himself and sings Billie Jean as he follows next to me.
“Dude, can you shut up? You’re starting to piss me off. Your singing sucks right now.” He’s seriously is starting to give me a headache.
Out of nowhere he grabs my hand. And starts swinging our interlocked fingers and skipping.
Oh hell no. Not today.
Yanking my hand free, I get my balance and kick him right in the back. Falling down to the ground, he immediately gets up and spinning in his infamous way slaps me full across the face.
“What the hell dude?” I stare at him. “Why’d you grab my hand?”
“Oh we’re friends JB. Friends hold hands and skip when they go places.” Michael says in a high-pitched voice as he kind of thrusts himself side to side.
“No man, that is messed up. Don’t hold my hand!” I shout at him. Then try to throw a punch at his face. But he’s too quick. All those years of dancing has made him very agile, He immediately knees me in the gut, and I fall to my knees.
As I try and catch my breath, a boot stomps me in the back of my head and I fall all the way down on some broken beer bottle glass on the sidewalk.
“JB, let’s head back to my house.” Michael says really cheerfully as if nothing’s wrong.
This fool is going to die, I think as I struggle back to my feet. Immediately he kicks me full on in the face. I think my nose is broken as I slow-mo fall to the ground and blood streams from my nose. Stars circle before my eyes. Feeling around on the ground, I feel a hard cylindrical object. Grasping it, I’m pretty sure it’s a beer bottle, throwing it as hard as I can, I hear it make contact with MJ’s face. He screams like something happened.
Slowly gaining my sight back, I see that the bottle somehow broke in half and the sharp end embedded itself into his face. I get to my feet and throw both fists at his gut and he doubles over, then with my hands locked together I slam down on the back of his head as he’s bent over until he falls to the ground.
“Creepy dude.” Slamming a kick into his gut I then pick him up over my head and throw him through a brick wall all the way across the street.
I think I’m good and that he’ll leave me alone.
Limping and shoving my shirt into my nose to stop the bleeding, I continue heading over to the 7-Eleven.
Slowly lowering himself out of the sky, he lands in front of me and shoots a laser beam out of his eyes straight at me.
Jumping to the side, a burning painful feeling on my arm says I didn’t completely miss the laser beam. Rolling to the side I see a plastic rake and swing it at the hovering MJ. It smacks him down to the ground.
That has to be it, he must be done, I think. I once again slowly continue my journey to the convenient store.
I hear a moan from behind me, then a howl. Turning around in slow motion, I see that MJ’s appearance has changed, no longer his semi-black skin color, he’s now rotting flesh green. Performing the beginning of the Thriller music video, MJ slowly zombie-walks towards me as more zombies appear out of thin air next to him.
“Beat it MJ! Just beat it!” I yell and start to run.
Haunting me, the song Beat It echoes around me until I slowly wake up.
11/5 (7:30am-9:45am)/My Bed (In FH)/Jars of Clay "Frail" on repeat while going back to sleep.
The room was dark, mist was floating a few inches above the ground, swirling around our ankles. Looking to Angela, I took her hand and we started running. The room was huge, I couldn't see the walls or the ceiling, but there was a faint light that guided us as we ran. Taking a quick glance back, I couldn't see what was chasing us. I could only hear the faint swishing of clothing rubbing together as someone or something pursued us. Angela grasped my hand tighter as we kept running. I decided it wasn't a room, but a cave or a cavern. It didn't end. Just mist on the ground and darkness outside the small light that guided us.
Our breathing became heavy as we kept running. We can't keep this up, I thought, We need somewhere to hide, to rest and figure out what we're going to do.
"Look! There's some kind of wall over there," Angela pointed to our left. A lone rock wall stood out in the middle of all of this emptiness. We ran towards it and flopped down, our lungs aching to bring oxygen in.
"What are we running from?" I rasped.
Whatever she said was incomprehensible.
"What?"
Just a garble of random syllables came out. I shrugged and looked around the wall to see if our pursuer could be seen.
Nothing was there. Our breathing back to normal, I put my finger to her lips to quiet her down. My heartbeat drummed in my ears, but I didn't hear the whooshing of the pursuer from before. Maybe it passed us, I hoped.
Getting to my feet, I walked a few feet away from the wall. Then, darkness. The faint light that was there before was gone. It was as if I had never had sight before. "Angela!" I yelled. Turning around I stuck out my hands hoping to find the wall, nothing. Only cold air. "Angela! Where are you?" The vacuum of silence answered me. Starting to panic, I started running forward hoping to run into something, anything. A few seconds passed of pure terror, before I tripped over something soft and flipped to the ground. Getting back to my knees, the light flickered back for a second, then back off. Then back on. Off. On. Off. It was like a strobe light. Trying to concentrate on what I tripped over I saw heavy shadows on a white shape. It looked like a large rabbit. About 4 feet long. It remained motionless. Daring to touch it and see if it was alive, it felt stuffed. Like a stuffed animal. Picking it up I realized it was a stuffed animal. Like a prize that one wins at the carnival for knocking over bottles. Grabbing it by the ears I started to drag it with me as I wandered around in the strobe light-like-light.
"What the hell?" a screchy voice came from my hand.
Looking down, the stuffed rabbit grabbed my wrist and tried to twist out of my grasp.
"Shut up Jeremy. We're looking for..." I didn't know what we were looking for. Everything became really cold as brilliant white light reflected from everywhere and temporarily blinded me.
A bitter wind struck my face, the only part of my body that wasn't covered by the parka I was wearing. Squinting it appeared that the rabbit and I were on top of the Himalayas.
"Cows. We're looking for cows," Jeremy the rabbit said and started to make his way through the 3 feet of snow that we we're standing in.
Cows, of course. How did I forget that we were trekking on the Himalayas to find THE cow.
"No. THE cow Jeremy. THE cow." I followed the trail that Jeremy was making as he hopped through the snow. "When do you think we'll find it?" I asked shivering.
"Probably never. We'll probably freeze under the new ice age that's coming before we find it."
"Oh." We kept going forward, as the wind picked up and the snow started to get thicker,
making it harder and harder to see what was ahead. A little bit later, the swirling snow became so thick that I couldn't see Jeremy anymore. "Jeremy! Where are you?" My voice was swept away in the wind. Deciding that it was pointless to go on, I sat down waiting for the next ice age to come.
Not knowing how long it had been I pulled off my parka and started to make snow angels in the snow until an annoying musical tone in the background became louder and woke me up.
I've decided to start writing my dreams down for a few reasons.
