Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Dream #2: If Legolas and Michael Myers had a son...

I had this dream in 10^th grade, when I was still madly in love with Orlando Bloom. The Two Towers had just come out that year and he was just about all that was on my mind when I wasn't thinking about field hockey. This dream, I certain, evolved out of that.

From the start, it was one of those lucid dreams, where you know you're dreaming at every step of the way. It began with me waking up in my bed on a usual morning. Strangely, there seems to be no one home as I walk from room to room calling out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

I reached my living room only to find Orlando Bloom standing there with a vacant look on his face (you know, the one he always has). Immediately, I get super excited and think (in the dream), “Sweet! This is going to be an awesome dream.”

Wrong.

No sooner do I think this, does Orland lift his right arm, the hand of which is holding a butcher's knife pointed at me. Slowly he starts to come toward me and I realize that I need to get the hell out of there. I run out the door of my house, Orlando hot on my tail, and start running through every street in the neighborhood, banging on doors for help. There is no one anywhere. It was like the Rapture had taken place over-night. Realizing that I wasn't going to find any help, I went back home to figure out what to do. When I got back, there he was waiting for me.

Mind you, I knew this was a dream. I was still hoping, “Maybe this will turn into the dream I want to be having,” so I stay in the dream.

I find myself in the living room again with Bloom coming after me with a knife. Suddenly, a shelf with all sorts of random objects appears on the wall beside me. I start grabbing things from the shelf and chucking them at him to stop him; a spatula, a turtle, jars, ninja stars, and a scale model of an ocean liner. He went down when I threw the ocean liner at his skull and I thought I was in the clear. As I regained my breath, though, he rose straight up, just like Michael in the first Halloween movie.

Finally, I gave up. I said, “Fuck this shit,” and like the proverbial Open Sesame, I woke up.

The End.