The House

Disclaimer: Most of this will make no sense like usual, but I love my dreams.

This might be a little long winded but I felt like putting every detail in here. Yet again I can't remember the exact beginning of the dream, something about BSing with some friends or what not. So I decided to head home in a go cart, fast little bastard too. Pretty much the beginning of what I can completely recall is driving north on beal just past sonny's bbq around the same spot that one bum was giving the entire roadway the goat. Just too let you know, heading back from doing laundry and seeing that was up there on my most hilariously disturbing images I've seen in real life. But anyways, I was hauling up the road at a top speed of 45mph in the cart, passing all sorts of cars because like usual when I end up driving the speed limit everyone else is doing 10 under instead of the florida 5 over like usual. Just around that time it looks like it starts snowing and the ground instantly has a white blanket minus the blacktop from all the tire tracks on the road. That's when I get my first taste of the snow. Have you ever seen the episode of the simpsons where homer decides to go in the grease selling business? Let me sum up if you haven't seen it. Towards the end of the episode homer tries to steal grease from the school cafeteria with hoses routed through the schools ventilation ducts. Like as to be expected the hose bursts and shit hits the fan, well grease hits the fan. It starts flowing down like snow onto a dance already in progress. Not that great of a sum up but you should get the jist.

So I'm driving up beal with grease falling from the sky looking like a light snow storm and I turn down my road past the golf course. But as soon as I made the turn I was in a country type landscape, nice open green fields, a couple trees and a few houses. It still looked like a snow storm but no more falling grease. So now I'm in a cabin looking house, nothing like instant travel. Didn't even have to stop the cart. I think I exchanged a little banter with the residents. An old man and woman lived in the house who seemed to be a helpful group. A few other people where there, like my buddy Tom and my other buddies kid Troy. Tom really didn't show up till later but I'll get to that soon. Well me and Troy where moving from room to room looking around the house, really dark cherry logs with dim lighting and a musty odor filled the place. The floors were concrete with a few rugs and one spot with a black overly fluffy as hell carpet. But enough about the damn cabin here is where it starts to get exciting and my reason for writing this.

So I glance out the window to one wicked sight, good job brain I will reward you later with blueberries. The snowstorm was gone and pillowing black plumes of smoke were rising all over the horizon. There must've been 30 or more separate flowing black geysers with tornado shapes out in the distance. I was able to zoom in on one of them, actually saw more plumes behind it but they looked CGI. Really fake as hell like a video game. That was pretty cheesey thinking about it now, but was soon made up for 1000 times over. By the way I was now thinking that falling grease was actually ash a la dantes peak. You think it would've tasted like ash, but hey read the disclaimer. So around 6 or 7 fiery cylinders appeared made up with double helixes constantly changing their length in the chain started running around the green landscape. They never got closer than a couple hundred yards at least. But they where realistic as hell, as far as twisty cylinders of death come across as being real. They shot down from the white cloudy sky to the ground moving around like the crazed raccoon that lives behind my apartment.

While I was looking around I stopped on a house that seemed to be right in front of me the entire time. Holy fuck this 2 story house was awesome looking, I doubt I will be able to do it justice explaining here. I'm sure you've seen the ring before. Awesome movie with that creepy video with the burning tree in it. In it the video was black and white but the colored flames on the dead tree jumped out at you like a mugger in a dark alley. The house was completely black with an abnormal amount of small windows with a screaming white light that shot out from them like the flames on the tree. The grass on the ground around the house was a beautiful green while the snowstorm clouds turned into more of a fog. The entire house pulsed slightly while the outline was hazed over. The light coming out of the windows twinkled slightly with such amazing intensity complimented by the darkest of houses. I only saw the house for about a second because in my dream I wanted to go get my camera and take a picture. Even in my dream I was stunned. I'm actually at a loss for words trying to describe the utter awesomeness of this house.

So after I turned to go grab my camera I told Tom to grab his also to partake of this intense image. We both grabbed our cameras and headed outside. Upon exiting Tom headed off to the left to take pictures of the cylinders and I headed towards the house. I took a couple shots and was reviewing the pictures and let us just say they weren't quite right. Yep they turned out to be a couple about to get it on. Of course this really confused me and I looked up from my camera. I ended up being right next to a window with partially opened black curtains and saw the couple in mid coitus. I slammed on the window and yelled, "Hey your fucking house is on fire!!" They jumped up and where immediately outside clothed and all. Well the old guy from earlier saw they had some supplies and told the couple to grab what they can and stay with them in the cabin. So a few people helped rush some boxes out of the "burning" house and over to the cabin, which was right across the now gravel road. I think I grabbed one of the boxes from someone and started heading towards the road. You'd think everyone would've gotten the hell out of there but this is where the dream ended. Oh well it was awesome though anyways. All I can say is we don't need no water let that motherfucker burn. Damn that house was sweet even though it glowed from within, (or behind not quite sure) and wasn't on fire.