Thursday, December 18, 2008

stalk and slash

this is the closest i think i have come to a nightmare in years. strangely (or perhaps not) it is pretty much a stalk and slash horror movie. the dream seems to be disjointed as if trying to make it an art house horror.

she is confronted by a large steroid buffed up madman. he is wearing a grey t-shirt and a checked white shirt over that. his skin has a stretched waxy look to it. he is telling her to run, to get in her car and go, that he will chase her, that he will give her and her child a head start, but then he is coming for her. he throws her the car keys. he writes down his name so she can tell the cops who he is (tony styles/smiles/stevie it is something like that), he gives her the pen, he tells her it is not poisoned.
she runs.
time jump. the killer is facing a man and he is telling him what is going to happen that he will not be able to save his friends, but the killer will give him a chance, though he doubts it will be taken. the man is tied to a chair; he is looking around for his friends. he is gagged, in a trailer, tied to a chair. his eyes bulge with fear and there is spittle all around the gag.
time jump. the man is outside the trailer on the grass he is unconscious, his leg is chained to the trailer so he can’t run if he wakes. his hand is lying on the foot of his male friend. the man is looking up at the night sky; his friend is lying on his front. they both seem to be stirring. they whisper to each other to see if they are ok, if they know what is happening. they are, they don’t, they just know the girl is gone and they are in a shit load of trouble. they hear the killer approach and they both pretend to be asleep.
time jump. back inside the trailer both the men are being spoken to be the killer he is telling them the only way to stop him is to kill him, but it might mean one of them dying and it means that they will become killers too. compared to the killer both the men are weedy emo kiddies. they are scared, they know they have to do something but neither of them is brave enough. the killer tries to goad them. he goes mad, he offers them weapons, he attacks them, and he offers them bigger weapons from sticks, to knives to swords. they hold each in odd ways it is the first time they have held such things for violence. the killer throws things, he pulls out a huge great big claw weapon to go after the men.
time jump. outside the trailer are a couple of cars, there are a few rickety buildings nearby (somewhere to buy some food, somewhere to rent a trailer), a little beige and cream car pulls up and parks near the cars. a little old woman jumps out of the car (she looks for all the world like the old ladies in a gary larson cartoon). she is making lots of noise and she is talking angrily at her husband (never seen) and she makes her way over to the shacks.
time jump. the men and the girl are driving along a mountain / hill road. windows open, wind in their hair. the men in front, the woman in the back but she is leaning forward to look out the front window, all their faces are in a line. they are chatting animatedly about what they are going to do with their free time. they have just finished a big show. they are bitching about the people they work with, but all of them are looking elated to be on the road. there is a little bump in the road. that gets the male passenger bitching about the car, the driver tells him to shut up as he loves his car, he cares for his car.

as they drive along the mountain/hill road they see a group of body builder types moving things from a van. they are all uniformly dressed, jeans and a leather waistcoat. they then notice one of them is using his arms to walk with, as if pushing a wheelchair, but there is no chair, his legs are being used to hold the large bundle. he walks by them and looks at them; it is a fleeting and sad look.
he throws the bundle down to a lower a level, there another muscled man catches it and repositions it.
they are building something. it is not clear what.
there is just a feeling of foreboding.

a bizarre war story. a solo character is walking through a victorian housing estate. it is much bigger and denser than any estate that ever existed but it is obvious what it is. he is sticking to the shadows; he is trying to get somewhere to meet up with his comrades. there is an internal dialogue going on describing the war that is going on. it appears to be between man and machines. it has been going on for a very long time but it seems to be concentrated on one block of the estate and it takes place in the garden area on a very traditional battle-line to battle-line type way.
he is talking about how they have collaborators in the machines.
but he is lost on the estate.
a wrong turning has taken him to a different part, somewhere he has never been before, and the door he has gone through seems to have led him to a dead end, a large walled space with a playing green and a tree. he is going to explore it.
something alerts him and he knows he is being watched he tries to escape, he can’t. he can hear the machine coming for him. he runs. he is backed into a corner, out of the darkness it comes the machine rumbles up to him, it is a little mini tank that is something that looks like it could have been the offspring of tanks from the first and second world wars and a childs pedal car. it is no higher than his knee. the gun points at him. no matter how hard he dodges the gun keeps him in sight. finally he ends up in the corner.
“kill me then” he says. a female voice says i don’t want to kill you i want to help you escape, but to escape you need to run and forget. the voice tells him he needs to repeat a special phrase (something that had a couple of colours and numbers in it) several times while he ran. if he did this he would be free of the war.
the machine disappears and he starts to run down the block (which now looks remarkably like part of the housing estate i used to live on, this one was built in the 60s) he starts to say the phrase, he notices that from a tree there is a bolt of electric blue cloth is spills out into a large pool that almost covers all the green. he runs to it and he can see that there are words stitched into the cloth. they give him hope. he notices that it has all gone quiet. it is light. he sees movement. he ducks for cover and then sees if he can follow the movement, he walks around a group of sheds, his feet gently walking on the grass there is no one: just empty street.
there is a cool breeze.
there is a voice over thing that makes it all feel like this was an episode of a dodgy tv show.

not sure if these are supposed to be connected or not.

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