Dreamscapes: The Water Slide of Doom

Swans, Horses, and Mice, Oh My!

I’m at a party with no one I know. The only person I’m talking to is a cute guy, and we are flirting. He hands me a slice of pepperoni pizza. I eat my pizza as I watch people take tiny boxes of unknown objects and push them straight through the glass of a vending machine, like magic. The pizza is gross. I turn to the guy and say, “Well can y’all do this?” and I hold my breath as I walk backwards through the wall. He laughs and says, “Duh, of course I can!” and he just strolls through the wall like it’s nothing. So much for impressing him. Then the whole party walks through the wall. I’m feeling pretty lame, but then I say, “Okay, but can y’all do this?” and leap into the air. The crowd looks up at me in amazement as I fly higher and higher.

Suddenly I have a very long rope in each hand, and at the end of each rope is a beautiful white horse, and they’re galloping on the ground while I swoosh through the air. Their hooves continue to pound up a giant hill, and then the hill turns into a highway, and the highway into a cliff, and at the very end they leap off the edge. The eyes in the crowd go wide in panic, certain that the horses will plummet to their deaths. But in midair the horses turn into swans, and glide gracefully down onto a beautiful and colossal lake.

Suddenly I’m in my childhood home, but none of my family is there. The members of the party seem to be more rural folk now, and the guy I was flirting with seems a little dorkier and soft spoken, but we are in love. We’re all gathered ‘round in my parents’ bedroom, and a frumpy looking lady begins to tell a story. I am only half paying attention because I am playing with two dolls I found on the dresser. I hear the lady say, “There’s a Devereux in this very room!” and a low, excited murmur goes around. I’m feeling excited and secretly hoping that it is me. The dolls I am playing with suddenly start to morph, their eyes criss-crossing and their faces distorting to look like scary old lady dolls, and they’re whispering to me, “It’s you! It’s you!” and the lady points at me and cries, “It’s her!” Everyone in the room looks at me with a deathly glare. I am so frightened, and they start to back me into a corner, and in desperation I squeak out, “I know where the violin is!”

Everyone in the room collectively gasps and stops their advancement. This violin is an ancient relic of their people, lost centuries ago. The group converses quietly with each other, and then turns to me. They tell me that they will let me live if I find the violin and bring it back to them. One would think I’d be overjoyed to hear this news, but I begin to sob. The journey to procure the violin is a treacherous one, and I will likely die. The group is ignorant to my weeping and tells me to go at once.

I leave and slowly begin to fly in the air, still crying. I desperately hope that my boyfriend will join me, although I know that he is likely ashamed of who I am. I keep flying. And flying. And he doesn’t come. The hours pass by. I am wailing now, overcome with anguish. Suddenly, he appears. He climbs onto my back, because he does not have the ability to fly. I am filled with joy, but also dread, because this journey will be so perilous for us both.

We make it to a building where many other people are milling about. We enter a room containing a giant waterslide with a pool attached. The whole thing keeps expanding. My boyfriend and I are trying desperately to avoid it, because we know if we fall in, it will be certain death. It continues to expand threateningly, and then I see these angled oval windows, like from a futuristic spaceship, and through them I see a hospital lab with newborn babies in it. I tell my boyfriend that we have to punch through the windows or we will die, and I hurl my fist into one of them. The doctor behind the glass begins to scream at me to stop, but I break through the first layer, and then the next. I feel sort of bad because there are babies in there, but I decide we had no other choice. We drag ourselves through the window, and I quickly look around, and ascertain that this whole place is evil. We find the exit and run out of the building and onto the street.

My boyfriend is still on my back when we hit a busy street corner, and something knocks him off of me. I look down and it looks like he’s turned himself into a little white mouse scurrying on the ground. I scream his name and grab the mouse and put him in my coat pocket. I’m running, chaos all around me, and as I feel the mouse clamp its teeth around one of my fingers I spot my boyfriend across the street. We are both so relieved to see each other, and I tell him “I thought you had turned into a mouse, I was so scared!” I let the mouse go on the streets. Suddenly, we are both grabbed by large hands and knocked out cold.

We awaken to the sight of dolls, dolls, everywhere. We’re in a dusty, dimly lit room with dolls on every surface. I’m lying on a frilly little couch, and my head hurts. I get up and start to wander around. Some of the dolls look normal, and some of them are very freaky. I see my boyfriend on another couch, and I rush to him and embrace him. I begin to kiss his neck, and we struggle to hold back our physical desires for each other. We don’t want to do it like this, while we’re being held hostage and stared down by hundreds of creepy dolls. But we lose the fight, and we make love.