Dreams I’ve had; unedited but (for better or worse) not always fully remembered.
Dramatic tension on The Island. Oceanic 815 has so few survivors left. In a twilight chase scene, our camera follows Kate and (I can’t make out the other face) from the beach, over a stream, and through tall vegetation that covers hills. When they reach the other side of the hill, they discover that the […]
We are in some kind of municipal building in Perth. A school? An airport? A swarm of people are gathered in one room. The room is slightly crowded. The first zombie converts; no one knows how. He starts to bite others. People try to force their way out of the room; the heroes try to […]
We are in a building that has a distinctly institutional feel; it may as well be a high school. Instead, this is our office building: rows of lockers lining the corridors, the numbered doors… We settle in for work today but some new crew has been brought in. They are all artificially young guys in […]
Chris Noth draws the Great Monsters of Post-Modern Literature. Actually, they’re just “of 20th Century Literature”. Whitley Streiber’s aliens, Lovecraft’s creatures… that sort of thing. The shaded pencil drawings all come to life.
Interruptions. Lounging in my grey robe in a room that is not my brother’s room in a house that is not my parent’s house. Too much sleep? Not enough? The bathroom connects to this room and to the hallway. It makes me nervous. A knock at the door and swift entry. A slight, angular brunette […]
In a foreign land (Union of Vermont Socialist Repbulics?), we travel by foot and by river boat and by rail. We have taken the train to this more obscure part of the countryside, Dad trying to find and connect with an old friend. We will know the house when we see it: the rustic-looking cottage […]
My cohorts of left behind to tend to the convenience store on my own. The guy that usually runs the store said that he was locking the doors behind him, pulling the roll-cage and all that… So I go about my business inside, taking notes, reading, etc. I ignore the clamoring outside because he had […]
We follow the tree line that hugs the sand, ducking up into the trees briefly and at intervals, checking to see what is on the other side. We are looking for things that we have lost. Our belongings are scattered. The landscape seems so familiar. But every time we look past the forest veil to […]
A large nomadic pack of apocalypse survivors. We are gypsies in Conestoga wagons beaten from the discarded panels of long dead cars. We are an odd cross-section of time though. Roman Senators and Times Square hookers, Robin Hood’s Merry Men and steampower ironworks barons. Our leaders slowly pick each other off in some tourney of […]
My dad is supervising me as I clip my toenails. The toenails (especially on the big toe) are especially long and especially thick. The clippers are tiny. He makes small-talk with me as I attack each foot. It’s a little distracting and a couple of times I nearly cut deep into my toe.