Acid Dreams

So at about nine o'clock this fine morn i finally fell back to sleep after messing about with my little tiny puppy dog, and this is what i fell asleep to: Well actually it was like a trilogy a short trilogy and i dont really remember the first two parts,,,or the third for that matter but im gunna give it a shot anyway

The first one started out something like on that 70's show. and no i do not mean a group of kids in the basement blah blah blah..i mean red foreman was playing the part of my father. So there was this bit of a get together celebration type thing right and for some reason my brother and i were in the living room watching TV. Sober. in each others company. sober. Well, this just couldnt be happening so i moseyed on over to the shower(??) and found a secret cupboard just below the shower nozzle. This cupboard had a lot of things in it that would have seemed perfectly normal to have in ones bathroom, if it werent locked away for many a year. Things like lotions, perfumes, oils, wine and champagne. Naturally, i got the wine(red) out to share with my dear brother, and once that bottle was gone decided that hey, theres still more booze in the shower! so i went to get the bottle of champagne.(I was quite enthusiastic about the drinking but josh was doing something weird or acting weird, but unfortunatly i cannot remember what.) About halfway through i was more fucked up than anybody should be after only a bottle of wine and half a bottle of champagne. But i still went to put the bottle away, back in the secret cupboard thingy. But, being as that i was drunk i was having quite a difficult time getting to open the secret door thingy, and eventually fell off the stepping stool i was using(why i had one i dont know seeing as how the shower in actuality is not that tall but hey its my dream)
        No doubt attracted by the terrific crash of the bottle breaking against the shower floor, Red(my father?) came bursting drunkenly into the bathroom to see me on my hands and knees among shards of green glass and fizzing golden liquid, blood oozing from my face from the small cuts the glass left behind, staring out of squinting eyes trying to focus whilst he yelled and flailed his arms about. Staggering to my feet, i gathered some belongings and ambled off down the street to make my fortune, leaving Josh watching tv totally oblivious to anything happening.

      Cut to dream Two

This one started off with me, after god knows how long, being found in a park(Actually i think it was the one right by my house- i certainly didnt get very far did i?) by i think it was my brother and some other guy, quite attractive looking, with short dark curly hair green eyes,a generous mouth sensitive looking hands and a guitar on his back. and anyway they found me, ranting and crazy screaming of prophetic happenings while rolling around on the grass in a manner similar to an epileptic seizure, and rescued me and convinced me to come home and so we began the long treachorous(???) journey back to my father(Red?)'s house. At the corner of my street we met another run away girl, who i think had lived on the streets for quite awhile, not a whore or anything just a tough lonely girl. If you've seen mystery men or romy and michelles hs reunion, then this girl had the personality and the looks of Janeane Garofalo, only much younger. anyway, as we spent days and days walking up my street(again its my dream bugger off) swapping stories and bonding and all that great stuff you know is supposed to happen, we passed some gray house about halfway up the hill to my house when Janeane look-alike suddenly stopped and asked me why hadnt i taken refuge here? I was to learn through Janeane look alike and fellow runaway guitar dude that this house belonged to a Mrs. schreiber, who harbored runaways and refugees despite the risk to her job and well freedom.
    Not sure what happened after that, but the next thing i remember was we came upon my house, swarming with police officers searching for fingerprints and combing the grass with magnifying glasses(literally) setting up yellow caution tape, interviewing witnesses, all to find out what had happened to me(despite me distinctly telling Red that i was running away to make my fortune) scribbling away in their little black notebooks and what not, with tv reporters and everything. Of course, there i was in the midst of it all, nobody paying the slightest bit of attention to the fact that i had indeed returned, when i came upon a sight most intriguing
Right there, in the middle of our driveway, instead of my dads minivan or a police car, there was a transvestite selling a beat up dusty purple transam.(sp?) And when i say beat up, i dont mean old. I mean it had been tboned on both sides, crashed head first into a light pole, a door was hanging there because of duct tape(that magical stuff) and had been discolored from purple to a lovely shade of pink, the hood wouldnt close so you could see the engine all scrunched together.The price was 5,000 dollars. The transvestite saw me looking at it and came around to do her/his little sales pitch. Somehow, i got inside the car and found it really quite roomy.(strange thing though, it was a two door with the front seats that fold up, yet i got in through the backdoor, which didnt exist)the interior was supposed to be the same lovely shade of pink that the outside door was, but instead it was a lovely shade of....er...cream.thinking that it was much roomier than my car(if i had my car why did i RUN away?) i was really considering buying it. I asked about the engine, like any good car buyer should do.
"The engine is just fine" the transvestite told me, smiling with her dark red glossy lips(meaning everything should be rebuilt from the ground up- or better yet just hauled off to the nearest junk yard)
"Well it needs rebuilding from the ground up at least" is what i told her
"yeah but that wont cost very much" she assured me with a careless wave of her hand, taking a rag and polishing the windsheild which promptly cracked and shattered.
"well...sure ill take it"
Cut to me and janeane look alike(JLA), attractive runaway guitar player man(ARGPM in the interest of saving time), and mysterious other who i think was my brother sitting on my front lawn. Mysterious other took out a piece of paper, scribbled ferociously for a few minutes and then handed it to A.R.G.P.M, telling him to sing the song he just wrote to JLA, because obviously there ws something a-brewing there. So he did and it was a beautiful love song, flowing smoothly and was enough to make any girl want to jump ARGPM. Then suddenly, the lyrics went from singing about JLAS beauty into something along the lines of "And im an enormous twat, oh im an ginormous twanker, you dont belong with that, oh no, oh yes joshuas where it's at) at which point josh lept up and started dancing about singing that he was the best choice for JLA. Of course this led to ARGPM and josh getting into a huge fight guitars bashing and all that, amidst the police still swarming like flies over honey, so bent on completing their tast of finding me that they took no notice.
    Cut to Dream Three

This is the best of them all simply because it follows no pattern of the first two, only the some of the characters remain. but it is an exciting conclusion i must say.

This one starts out with a dead woman in our living room(and i do hope the irony is not lost upon you). No it wasnt just a random body, it was a wake. The body of a grey haired, grey skinned old lady with a young face(about 40 looking although she was really in her 80s when she died) i want to say was my grandmother, but i know this cannot have been. Anyway this old woman with the young face had been a fearsome, awe inspiring creature with an acid tongue had three daughters- the first two were not important enough to have names, and the third, the eldest, Ruby, who was also the favorite. But she of course only became the favorite after she had run away thirty some odd years ago and died in the rivers of Alaska(???) these three girls had had a miserable time growing up, and it was rumoured that they were witches. Not witches in the traditional sense of the word, it was just an explination given because of the fact that what these people were, was something so dark and evil and powerful  not a word in any language that could come close to describing.
  Anyway, as i was in the living room, standing in the tiled entryway talking to my father(who was no longer red foreman bu my real daddy) and somebody else i want to say was either my grandfather or my brother, Aunt Ruby, the one who had run away and died, suddenly materialized in the kitchen among all the drunk "remorseful" onlookers. She was wearing a pretty, thin cotton dress, floral print with pastels and white lace trim, pantyhose and sensible brown pumps, her dark brown hair cut short and feathered, her skin a light brown suggesting partial mexican heritage. As she was looking around, (I knew beyond a doubt that she was here for me) i had an irresistable urge to run, get as far away as i possibly could. So as quick as you please i went down into the basement and hid in the small closet under the stairs.
After a few moments i began to see the potential flaws in my plan. A. i was trapped b. if anybody found me it would be obvious i was hiding and i really did not want to be found by her. So i crept up the stairs and opened the door to find her in the spot that i had so recently vacated. As she turned around and looked into my eyes, i saw nothing but darkeness in hers(obviously as she had just risen from the dead) Suddenly she stopped looking at me and went over to her mother's dead corpse, which started rising up. One of her daughters (who we didnt know was among us) cried out and tried to grab her mothers leg, when we heard a voice say "not you, you were never important enough to keep me here. Now, Ruby, raise me up. No, No your doing it wrong i want to go softly, like a bunny" and she went through the roof Ruby had so recently come through and left behind, instead of a casket, a bucket. Ruby led me and my brother and my father to the bucket and said something along the lines of "Its time to learn". As we watched horrified(at least i was) the bucket began to fill slowly with something that can only be described as "bad yogurt". In it we watched birds eye images of what seemed to be drawings made of black ink, bare outlines of us, images of our lives spiraling into one another, never remaining long enough before becoming something new. We learned that out mother(who had died years before) was the illigetimate daughter of Rubys mother, one who wanted nothing more than to break away from the cycle of evil and pain that they had all grown up with. She was the good one, trying so hard to make sure that her children grew up to know nothing of this life, this curse which her family had lived in for so many generations. There were images of us at christmas, after school, birthdays, my brother and i always together and my mom always apart, working on something and watching after us. There was an image of us at christmastime one year, josh and i playing around the tree while she sat near the fireplace, we couldnt tell what she was doing.suddenly the wonderful sketches stopped and we saw Ruby's mother, who shall never be called by anthing else, coming upon my mother, giving her one last chance to come back to the clan or to lose her children forever. We saw my mother in our kitchen fighting with all the powers that she had, struggling, before she finally fell. Instead of finishing her off as promised, Ruby's mother bent near and whispered something in my mothers ear. as we watched, this image too dissapeared and we again saw the image of us at christmastime, as we watched, on top of the cristmas tree there was suddently the form of a bucket, appearing much like somebody was indeed drawing these images with ink, and in the bucket there fell from nowhere three apples. my brother and i happily ate them, i had two he had one.
    After these images had stopped, Ruby told us how when we were born, one of us was born to be destroyed. Not just evil, but a force so powerful that one of us wasnt really human at all and if allowed to live would end the world altogether. The apples were to draw the force out of us, because there was no way of telling which was the evil one, but we had failed to see thr fourth one because well we were kids, so if i had been the evil one there was no danger, but if it was josh, the danger still remained as he only had eaten one.
The ink images in the bucket started to swirl again, and this time we saw my mother,crying puttting two bottles away in a secret compartment in the shower, and drawing attention away from them by putting random bottles in there as well. The bottles were what contained that force, and by josh and i drinking them had set them loose. Of course you've all figured out by now that Josh was the evil one to start with, and of course i had to destroy him, only how do you destroy something not of this world? Ruby brought out a clay mask in a shoebox,, an imitation of a face so ugly that it was almost unbearable to look at. By destroying the face, we would somehow be destroying the evil entity that was my brother. Of course there were some arguing my grandfather for one, saying that this power should not be destroyed, it should be put to good use. Through all of the arguing on both sides, josh just sat on the couch, hands in his lap, looking down. It cant be an easy thing knowing that your sister was about to destroy you because you had th potential to end the world. As i picked up the clay and broke a piece of it off, it turned soft in my hands. i began to mold it into a ball, obliterating all traces of the part of the face it had been, josh suddenly looked up and said "I love you"(not in a sick incest way you pervs) and i saw such pain in his eyes that i knew i couldnt destroy him, i thought of all the times that we had growing up before any of the outside forces of the world tore us apart and changed us and i didnt care if the world ended, i could not destroy the thing i thought was my brother.
So instead i woke up and sent my brother a text message saying "I would never kill you even if your life force was an evil clay mask created because of the apples on top of the christmas tree made you evil and aunt Ruby came back from the dead to tell us through images made in black ink in a bucket of bad yogurt that you had to be destroyd i wouldnt do it"
He hasnt responded.