reply to post by queenannie38
(continued from previous)
So...I laid down and went right back to sleep and I was instantly right where I had left off...standing in that door-less trailer...irritated and
somewhat offended feeling and getting very near the end of my patience...which is quite a far end, more often than not.
EXCEPT...now...there was a door in the wall right behind where the girl and I were hanging out!...it was on the exterior wall of the trailer and led
to what would be considered the front yard...I looked at that door...right there in perfect form where there had been nothing but wall before I had
woken up to go pee....and I didn't even give it a second thought before I threw myself into it, opening it and flying out of it all in the same burst
of relief...there was a small wooden step thing like most trailers have at the back door, usually...but I didn't even need it...I just flew down to
the ground...and I don't mean I literally flew but was running/going so fast that it was like flying...
And I ran across the yard toward the street...this trailer was on a short street that had only three houses or trailers on either side...and the end
of the street was created by it being cut off by a sort of berm that wasn't an overpass or road but was about that same height...and the trailer I
had come out of was on the left side of the street as I ran in the direction of that berm...and on the right side of that street...right between the
last house on that side and that strange berm...there was a tunnel like thing...it was leading off to the right just like a street would only it
reminded me more of one of those little houses at the park with the rotating barrel inside of it...the one here was called the "fun house" but it
was never fun for me...I always fell and got skinned up while the other kids were running inside that barrel as fast as they could.
I don't know what I knew about that tunnel thing, if anything at all...all I know is that I headed straight for it...crossing the street about the
point of the middle house and making a bee-line straight to the entrance of whatever it was.
I was already halfway between my point of exodus and the entrance to that tunnel before the blue dudes realized what had happened...and collected
themselves enough to give chase. I guess that new door really threw them for a loop...pun intended...I don't know for sure other than they were
And I know that I was sure, then, that I had a certain chance to get all the way away...because I also knew that if they caught up to me...they'd
take me back and it wouldn't be so easy to make a door and escape the next time...
I got to the entrance of that tunnel thing and it was spinning just like that damn fun house of my childhood...it was rather long and it wasn't
solid...it was more like a spinning vortex...it was going counterclockwise and pretty fast...
I got there and just LEAPED into it...and the blue dudes pulled up sudden and short when they got to about 10 feet away from the mouth of the
thing...they knew..and I knew...that for them to leap into that thing would be sudden and certain death for them...irrevocable and merciless death for
All except one of them, however...one of the followers...a somewhat short fellow who had, I think, a bigger than normal midriff/lower torso...he
leaped in right behind me and the others gasped with shock and surprise but not audibly...it was one of those things they all did as if they were just
one being..and it was expressed within them all...not outwardly at all, did they gasp, but they were horrified!
And as soon as the dude following me leaped into the vortex...he was rapidly and neatly torn asunder in many little uniformly sized pieces...maybe a
hundred or so or perhaps only 50 to 75...but they were all bright blue and they quickly dispersed around the tunnel as they followed right behind me
toward the other end....
I recall looking back and watching these beautiful little blue puffs of somewhat transparent STUFF go around and around the helical grooves of the
tunnel, right behind me...as I, too traveled in the same way in those grooves...only in one piece and not harmed at all.
I remember I felt something for the torn asunder dude...not pity but not a negative feeling...I don't know what I felt, really.
And that was the end of my awareness in that dream...I woke up later and tripped out quite a bit..and still do...but I've never been back to that
desolate street or that hopeless trailer...nor have I seen any beings like those ever again...
(one last part!!!)