I have been having incredibly detailed dreams lately. For those of you who know me, this is unheard of. Usually, if I dream at all, I wake up with a completely blank mind. Lately though, the dreams are still entirely vivid even when I'm in the shower 15 minutes later.
I had one last night that I thought was worth sharing....
I found myself walking down a poorly lit high school hallway towards the gymnasium. On the walls were posters for the Army and Navy, telling me I could be a Hero if I wanted to. As I approached the doors to the gym, there was a card table with some students behind it, they looked like they were selling tickets of some kind. When I walked up to the table, one of the students looked up at me with a concerned look on his face and asked me what my 'code name' was. I had no idea. As I stood there confused, my old high school friend Luke walked out of the gym and saw me and said, "Vassal! You made it!". So, I looked at the student behind the table and said, pointing to myself, "Vassal".
When I walked into the gym with Luke, there were bleachers on three of the four walls; behind me, to my left and straight ahead. They were completely filled with people, who were all sitting in total silence. We walked straight ahead across the gym to the far set of bleachers. In the middle of the gym floor there extended a line of people waiting for something. At the head of the line was an old man in a white suit standing next to a cart filled with glasses of what appeared to be champaign. As we walked past him and the line of people, I looked to my right, where the line was leading to the wall where no bleachers were. There I found a strange sight.
Against the wall, was a very narrow but high set of bleachers. At the top, on a sort of floor, surrounded by a set of strange looking musicians dressed all in black, sat another old man, an albino, and he was looking sternly at the person at the head of the line. The only sound in the gym was the music that was coming from the musicians surrounding him..... It was something that you'd hear on the jukebox from Twin Peaks, something the dwarf would dance to. Very unsettling. As we passed the line and the old albino and his musicians, I looked back to see what was happening and I saw this:
The person at the front of the line would grab a glass of champaign, drink it down, and then throw the empty glass as hard as he could at the old albino at the top of the bleachers. As the glass approached the old albino, he would start blowing very, very hard and the wind created was so powerful that it knocked the empty champaign glass back down to the floor, which I just realized was covered with broken glass...although it didn't make a sound as I stepped on it. The person who threw the glass looked disappointed and left the gym. Everyone in the bleachers was paying very close attention to all of this, but remained completely silent and unmoving.
I turned to my friend Luke and asked, "What is going on in here?" He simply said, "You'll see. Look." He pointed back to the line.
Another person was drinking his champaign. After he finished, he went to throw the glass at the old albino, like the last person did, but stopped at the last second. The old albino started to blow but there was no glass. Just as he stopped blowing the person in line then threw the glass. The glass sailed through the air and smashed against the bottom of the old albino's seat, sending shards of glass everywhere. The musicians stopped playing..... The room was completely silent. The other old man serving the champaign at the head of the line looked very angry. He pulled a long serrated knife from his white coat and started slashing at the man who had thrown the champaign glass. All you could hear was the sound of flesh being cut. He kept stabbing the man until he was no longer moving. Some people came out from another part of the gym and carried away the body. The musicians started playing again. The next person in line reached for a glass of champaign.
That is when I woke up.
