(This is not real, this is a dream I had)
All I wanted to know, who was stealing my car, I didn’t expect to have the entire police force, swat team, FBI and military wanting to kill me.
Chris and I were unloading her car after doing the laundry, and some guy drives off with my car, so I jump in Chris’s car and drive after my car. Cussing all the while, driving erratically with full on rage at the audacity this man had to take my car…seriously dude…it’s on!
He sped through stop signs and red lights causing accidents, blown horns and more cussing, but not from other drivers, from me. I followed him, weaving in and out of wrecked cars, honking my horn, getting finger waves as I passed. Meanwhile, Chris is at home, on the phone with police, and then calling friends. Someone told her to turn on the news, because this chase caught the eye in the sky’s attention and it was being broadcast, not just locally or in the state of Florida but nationally.
Sure enough there on the boob tube flies by a red Cavalier and close on its tail a white Grand Am, I am praying he doesn’t wreck and Chris is nervous that I may wreck hers. Soon behind them is Orlando Police and Florida’s State Troopers are trying their darnedest to catch us both. Many who have seen news in Florida are making bets on who will win, either one of us will crash or the cops will kill us both by shooting up our cars, or maybe we both get away.
My Cavalier was in and out of traffic and then all of a sudden just stops and the driver gets out and runs. He is gone by the time I stopped Chris’s car…I hopped out of her car and into mine and drove off, leaving the old Pontiac overheating on the side of the road. I just drove, ending up taking refuge in an old barn somewhere in the Sunshine state. Sirens are blaring, there are choppers in the air, and my phone in my pocket is vibrating. It wasn’t Chris.
She did however, try to call, but if I had answered it wouldn’t be her voice on the other end probably cussing my ass out, instead it was the police. I looked at my phone then shut it off and then tossed it out the window. I wasn’t going to be found that easily. Drove off into the glaring late afternoon sun and ended up driving until I could drive no more. Stopped in BFE, at some run down motel, drove my car around back, was looked at by townsfolk and nothing was really said to me about what I was doing. They didn’t say anything when I paid for a room, and nobody said anything when I went to the bar next door. I ate hamburger and onion rings and drank a few pitchers of ice-cold beer, and nobody said a word to me. It was as if they couldn’t talk or were afraid to talk. I sat there enjoying my cold beer and thinking about what I should do next, I need to get in touch with Chris, let her know that I am OK. My thought process was interrupted when a man dressed like a sheriff sat a few chairs down from me at the bar, he took his cap off and nodded in my direction, “Miss” was all he said to me and ordered a coke and The Special.
Out of the kitchen this skinny, sweaty man came with the Sheriff’s food and then asked me how my food was, I told him it was delicious…it was actually. The Sheriff took a sip of his drink, looked at me and said, “You’re not from around here are ya, Miss?” and took a bite of whatever it was he was eating…looked like some pasta stuff, but couldn’t be sure…that’s the meaning of The Special I suppose.
I didn’t want to tell him I lived in Orlando, but just said that I lived in Florida.
“Florida? Huh? You’re a long way from Florida. Miss.” he told me with a mouthful of The Special.
I looked at him puzzled, and he noticed then asked me, “Are you running away from something in Florida?”
I said that I wasn’t and just decided to go for a drive and ended up here from being tired from driving.
He chuckled. The sweaty man chuckled. Then the entire bar broke into a laugh fest and all I could do was join in the laughter….only to continue laughing while all these eyes fell upon me and looked at me like I was a crazed lunatic. They were no longer laughing. I slowly calmed my laughing and looked down at my plate of onion rings.
The Sheriff, then tells the sweat man, “Jake, get this gal a stiff drink, because she is not going to believe where she has stopped driving at.”
“Jake?, I asked, “Can you make that a double?”
“Sure thing, Miss. So you gotta name?”, I was asked as he made my double drink of something.
“Uh, yeah, my name…my name is Shannon…Shannon Ruth” (this is my cat’s name in case you’re wondering)
“Well, Shannon Ruth, welcome to Base 10.” Said Jake.
“Base 10, what state is this in?” I was confused and it showed.
“It’s not a state, or any state you are used to. It’s a planetary subdi…”
“Wait!!! What? I am not in the US any longer, how is that possible? Where am I Canada? Mexico?”
“You are not in any of those places, you are on a planet billions of light-years from your own planet…this is Base 10, a subdivision.”
Is this some kind of joke being played on me, was Chris involved, OK, so how did I have my car stolen, then follow the jerk who stole in Chris’s car…he disappears. I could have driven my own car back to Orlando and the cops are at the house…driving and driving till I can’t drive no more and end up what I thought was a run down town in Florida turns out to be a planet? How the hell did…wha? Huh? Everything was spinning…spinning was everything…was everything spinning…yep everything spinning was….
What seemed like days, was only a few minutes according to Jake, who said that I fainted.
“That happens a lot”, Jake told me with a smile.
Jake took a hold of my hand and helped me off the floor, he shield my eyes and led me out of the bar, only it wasn’t the same place that I had originally entered. In fact the run down town with its bruised paint job and shutters off their hinges, and sandy roads that I drove into earlier has transpired into a pristine vibrant city of magical colors. Architectural structures of perfect lines and curves lined a platform that floated in air, there were no streets, there were no cars…cars! My car! Where is my car?
Jake appeared to read my mind, as I turned to look back at Jake he even changed, no longer a skinny sweaty cook in a bar, but…but what? (This part is hard to describe but I will do my best, for you, the reader, AND YOU ARTIST FRIENDS OF MINE, IF YOU CAN DRAW UP SOMETHING WHAT MY BASE 10 FRIENDS LOOK LIKE, THAT WOULD BE FREAKING COOL) The first thing you notice is flowing white locks like a mane of a horse when it’s running, that goes on forever it seems. Eyes blue like oceans in cloudless skies. Not like alien portrayed eyes we are used to seeing but eyes big but like ours, with long lashes (also white), two small holes, where a nose should be, but I later learn that these are its ears…no mouth…the head and body seem to melt together, no neck or shoulders. Arms, yes…but hidden as with rest of body (or shell that they call their form) under a cloak, that is like a pearl that is just as vibrant as the city, Jake calls home. His real name is not Jake, but am unable to pronounce or even spell, so we will just stick with Jake as we agreed upon. Hands, soft and angelic, they seem transparent and cool to the touch. Around the top of this cloak, what we would call the neck is a pendant that holds a red fiery lava like substance, he told me it was their lifeline, like our heart.
A heart nothing like what you are probably thinking to be similar to what ET’s heart light was like, it was more fiery, it didn’t beat, it glowed and it was warm to the touch.
The Sheriff, he looked similar only his shell was more grayer than Jake’s and I was told when they age their bodies, or shells change color. They do not die, like we do, their lifeline holds the key in their reproduction, as the elders get to that stage like death, the fiery substance sort of melts into their old shells producing a new shell, they all are the same size, there no babies or toddlers running around, but there are youth like children. Jake joked and said it was like how we say on Earth 7 going on 17. The mane’s of the newly “born” are short, which is how you distinguish between ages. And they do not have different sexes, there is no male or female. Their alien race is not defined by gender.
If only it were like that on Earth, where our character wasn’t defined by gender, where we are all…….
All of a sudden there is this high-pitched noise, to where it forced me to the ground with my hand over my ears.
“DON’T MOVE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!” I lift my head and see that I am no longer on Base 10, with Jake and The Sheriff, but am back on Earth and looking into a black mask and a gun barrel. I go to stand but am roughly forced back onto the ground and the masked man, leaned down to me and yelled, “I SAID, DON’T FUCKING MOVE, OR I WILL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOULDERS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME???” right into my ear!
I nodded my head. Screaming obscenities at his direction…FUCK YOU ASSHOLE…in my head.
I know what you are thinking, I really didn’t do anything wrong, just followed the guy who stole my car, I just wanted my car back. I did manage to sneak a peek at my surroundings and see that I am back at the run down town and there is a Florida State Trooper car nearby, with several officers with guns drawn. There is also an Army Tank? What the hell is a tank here for? What the hell did I do? Also notice various other vehicles such as SWAT and overhead I can hear helicopters. There is a quaint noise of cameras clicking and every now and then see flashes of light. I see cables leading from trucks to microphones of what appears to be reporters and news crews shuffling about. There is a voice in the distance that I recognize from earlier, a man telling another, ”She came into the bar, ordered food and drinks and then shit hit the fan”, it was Jake and he wasn’t from State Farm.
“She’s all yours, Sheriff.” said the black masked asshole.
These hands, tender and soft, helped me off the ground. I stood there pissed off and not sure why. I was also very confused. The Sheriff, the elder shell, back to human form, looked at me in the eyes and asked me if I was okay. I didn’t say anything, just nodded.
“I know you are confused right now, it will all be explained soon, I promise. But right now, I have got to get you away from these people, they want to hurt you and I refuse to let that happen. But right now, I need you to just follow my orders, okay?”
Again, I nodded. He led me past asshole, who dared to raise his hand like a gun, and point it at me and pretend to pull the trigger, blow on his finger and act like he was twirling it before holstering it…I just glared at him. Smirked. This set him off once again…
He got up all in my face and again wanted to feel like a man of importance, “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? I WILL SHOW YOU FUNNY, FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!” he shouted loud enough so that spittle landed on my face when he opened his mouth.
For some reason, I was pissed and continued to smirk, in a way like a harden criminal. Was this why I was being scolded and had the entire police force and tanks….did I mention there were tanks? Yeah, there were two tanks…two…tanks…the hell did I do for these armored machines to be after me? Or were they for me? Were there others involved? Asshole didn’t make it seem like there were others…but were there? All this fanfare for one person? A bit over the top don’t you think? Two tanks, dude…two…tanks!!!
And what the hell was Jake talking about shit hitting the fan, what the hell happened that he would say that?
While I was led away from the two tanks and everything else, I happened to see a white car and in it appeared to be Chris and cops, it was her, she got her car back. She mouthed to me, “What the hell did you do??” I just looked at her and shrugged. Pointed back at the two tanks…mouthing back, and showing two fingers, “two tanks!!” I guess I was impressed about the tanks they sent after me, or maybe an army of aliens from above.
Sheriff, put me in the back of his car, took the cuffs off, told me that I am not a prisoner and that he refuses to treat me like one. I asked him just one question, did Base 10 happen and he looked at me not like some crazy person, but one of honesty and assurance and he nodded…yes.
I watched him wave off everyone, grab the asshole by the arm, tell him something and in doing so, the masked asshole looked over his shoulder at me, then went back to Sheriff’s attention, shook his hand and got his men together, hopped into the SWAT truck and took off. My honorable tanks, those two stayed put…apparently their mission wasn’t over. The helicopters went their ways, the news crews packed up and left. The police and troopers left in a hurry, probably headed for doughnut runs and coffee. The cops left Chris alone in her car, she got out and walked over to the car I was in.
It was just me, Sheriff, Jake, Chris and two tanks…tanks…that were doing something unlike normal tanks, they were morphing, not transforming…they were morphing, very fluid like how the shell forms moved on Base 10, until they were no longer tanks but cylinder like ships, my two tanks were actually spaceships…and I was even more impressed. I was more calm too, not so pissed.
Chris looked at me and asked, “What the hell did you do? Some guy steals your car and next I am here watching tanks transform into spaceships!” First of all, Christina, they were not transforming they were morphing…two different things…(this was thought out loud in my dream…).
“Let me explain”, Jake says while offering me a hand in getting out of the Sheriff’s car and taking Chris by the arm and leading us back inside the bar, where my strange trip (after the car thing) began. “Drinks on the house”!
Apparently playing video games pays off and aliens from other planets are watching how you annihilate the competition and take interest, in hopes of recruiting only the best for missions, they are especially interested in games such as Halo, and zombie games. They were watching me play one night and saw how awesome I was with a sniper rifle and how explosive heads were when met with a bullet from a distance.
So why not just come to the door, knock and ask instead of stealing my car, and getting me nearly killed by people with guns? They were too shy to ask I was told. I glanced at Chris, she was giving me that look, I just threw my hands in the air and shrugged, we proceeded to listen to my alien friends explain how we got from there to here.
(Now mind you the reader, this is a dream and they sometimes do NOT make sense…and I am trying to make sense out of something that doesn’t make sense…I said I was trying….laugh with me.)
There is a war developing on Base 10, only they do not want to have this war up there, they want to bring it to Earth…we have enough wars going on, we do not need extraterrestrial ones too. That is where we the gamers come in to play, we fight the battles instead of the actual military. Are we going to be using our consoles, I asked. No they said. It will be a real battle.
So why the SWAT teams, cops and helicopters? They were ploys to see how we would react, and since I didn’t cave under pressure of Asshole, I passed. They want me on their team, they want me to fight their battle, they want my steady sniper hand…
But why steal my car? They wanted to see how I would defend a prized possession, and since I went nuts in going after the guy, who turned out to be a younger alien, they were excited. I told them they were lucky it wasn’t wrecked and Chris told me I was lucky I didn’t wreck hers. We were told that if either car crashed they had the skills to fix it back as if nothing happened. Oh those aliens, they are so funny. And smart. Smart ass aliens…great! We have enough of those on Earth, we don’t need help from outer space.
So, to make a long story short…(actually I had woken briefly due to Cooper jumping onto me and him being a chunker, he could wake a coma patient up…it’s dramatic…so in going back to sleep, I thought my dream ended there, but it didn’t it actually picked up again….)
Dressed in alien warrior outfits and donned with Earthly weapons, sniper rifle and AK47’s, and various weaponry from games like F.E.A.R, Halo, Call of Duty, we gamers went into battle with creatures of every size, every color, every bit of ugly, we battled long and we fought hard. I sniped nearly 50 heads off of these creatures, helping the team fight on to a possible victory…until they happened.
They? What are they? Those pesky robotic two-legged arsenal of mass destruction, with lasers and heat seeking missiles coming out of their “arms”…not your typical “pew pew” robots but those ones that can jump and fly around, and have that mechanical sound you hear in your sleep that drives me nuts…and they kind of creep me out, like the ones in Robo-Cop. My little sniper rifle is no match for them, grenades are useless, I need Slo-Mo and a laser gun of my own to beat these machines…they happen for a reason, to drive us gamers nuts.
All I am thinking, they stole my car for me to fight their battle. A battle we are now losing….but then there is this noise…metallic noise coming hard and fast on the streets…tanks…just two…tanks…my tanks of two…one for me and one for you…they fire their rockets and shells at the robots legs and they topple over, they look like turtles fighting to upright themselves off their backs…more rockets…more shells…boom boom boom!
Victory! We have won! We have beaten the aliens from afar! They have been rendered extinct.
Sheriff is on the ground, has he been wounded? He can’t die, maybe as human form he can. We gamers, we rush to his side. Jake assures that he is fine. Both of them have changed appearances again. Jake’s mane now grows more grey and in a flash of a light, a warm red glow overcomes us all and we witness Sheriff leaving for a younger shell…the fiery glow settles with the pendant of the new form…we are thanked tremendously for our victorious battle and they board their ships and are on their way home…back to Base 10. One by one, each gamer leaves until I am standing there alone.
But I am not alone…I feel something soft against my face and I touch it. It moves away and then comes back to brush against my face again…I touch it. It’s soft and furry…I look about and see nothing, for my eyes are closed. I try to open my eyes to see but I am unable. I am unable to move, I appear to be in a cocoon of some sort.
There is a voice, “Kat”, I know this voice…I have heard it many times before. “Kat” “What?” I ask. Slowly I open my eyes and see Chris leaning over to kiss me goodbye as she goes to work. “Love you” “ Love you too” and she leaves for work…
It was a dream…phew! It felt so real, it was so full of detail…I grabbed some paper and jotted it down…and put it down on the coffee table, for I had fallen asleep on the sofa.
There is a knock at the door, thinking maybe Chris forgot something, so I opened it.
Asshole is standing there with his finger cocked like a gun, he pulls the trigger….
I fall dead!
“NOT SO FUCKIN’ FUNNY ANYMORE, IS IT?!!!???!!” End?
(And that people was the dream I had Saturday…made no sense but I had to write it down, because I just had to!!! I do not believe you dream for mere minutes, my dreams do not last minutes, I get full feature dreams, some crazy like this and some that actually make sense)…
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