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Showing posts with label cult fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cult fiction. Show all posts

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Cult Fiction II

Dream 12/8/2016




My sister works for a secretive, cult-like company that produces books. We plan on breaking in and stealing things. If we get caught by the security guards, the rule is if we hand him a book, then he has to let us go. Before we leave, her friend comes home from the cult with a ton of cocaine. My sister tries to perform a quick intervention. All the while, "Give Me Novocaine" by Green Day plays in the background.

We finally make it to the building, but in the end all we take is some bottled water from a vending machine. Dream ends.

I wake up


Saturday, June 13, 2015

Cult Fiction

Dream 6/13/2015

My mom and I take a drive into town. We lose track of time. We find ourselves in Chicago five hours away from where we started.
We search for the Willis Tower.
We end up in a room with many familiar faces: People we’ve known much of our lives--from church, from school etc. They are holding a christian conference.
 One issue with this location is it’s problem with tarantulas. Every now and then you’ll find one crawling on the floor below you, someone will scream across the room and you figure they found a big, hairy friend. A small Asian boy sees one and tries to pick it up. He gets bitten and let’s out a scream. 
The leader of the conference asks us to split off into groups for discussion. I end up in a group that I don’t care for.
Within a matter of seconds, the conference turns from a good-hearted, christian conference into a macabre, Occultish meeting of horrors. The leader (who looks suspiciously like Meryl Streep) is now in the crowd and her daughter (looks like Rachel McAdams) has taken the reigns up front. 
In a chant-like way, the mother says, “I don’t know where the children are but I’m sure you do,” pointing at her daughter. Streep let’s out a series of “whoos.” Some are longer (Whoo-hoo) and some are short (Whoo). Cheering and applauding, she screams out, “I just got married to a man yesterday,” and then she turns to where nobody can see her face, when she turns back, her face is old, as if it has aged thirty years. Dream ends.
I wake up.