Dream Log #2

This is by far the weirdest and scariest dream I’ve ever had. Also the most real. I just woke up and had to get everything down before I forget.

The dream started with me hanging out with this woman. Somehow I was friends with her. Slightly older, she was in from out of town, and she had friends in the entertainment industry. She kept saying that she had a friend who worked for the show “Hype”. I remember hanging out with her and participating in some sort of odd experiment. I think it had to do with hanging around the house and doing dishes or something. I remember being frustrated because for a science experiment there wasn’t any control group or even anything that we were actually testing.

I remember thinking that she needed to reduce the scope of her experiment. One idea I had was to study the psychology of recording booths. At this time I was transported to a really nice recording studio where we watched a session layer sing and play the cello. Eventually Dave Matthew’s entire backing band was there. My point about the psychology of recording booths is that I’m pretty certain you could record the same sound while everyone’s in the same room, but with recording studios you have the performer stuck inside a booth. An isolation booth where your voice is piped in. I figured it gave the producer some level of control as well as distance. It’s more like ordering something at a drive through than giving direction.

So here’s where it gets weird. At some point, the woman and I are traveling in Europe or something, but it’s also America. Doesn’t matter. What does matter is that somehow I get pulled into working for this big, weird commune. It’s this big palatial estate and somehow I get sucked into doing work for the commune in their butcher shop. Again there is some sort of scientific component to all this that is either beyond me, just plain stupid or both. As a butcher, it’s my job to kill the pig. He comes in wearing a giant gas mask. You’re supposed to hold a plastic mold over the pig so that he couldn’t see. I remember seeing this image, a plastic mold of a pig in a gas mask and thinking that it was a really powerful image, maybe the next Sheperd Fairey, Andre the Giant or something. So, I guess I cut his head off but I don’t remember that part. What I do remember is being encouraged to mutilating the pig’s penis. I had to draw a grid on it is penis and stick needles at the intersecting points of the grid. This was supposed to anaesthetize the pig’s penis, but it also felt like something dark and satanic. As L placed pins in it, it began to really resemble Pinhead from the Hellraiser movies.

I remember being encouraged to do this by a dark group of people. They seemed friendly enough but really wanted me to cut the pig’s penis off and start vivisecting it. Again, there was some sort of science to all this but it totally eluded me. I cut the penis off the pig, which wasn’t a big deal because I had realized that the pig was already dead. I was told to cut along the lines of the grid and so I did. I chopped the pig penis into little chunks. I remember thinking that this is where hotdog meat comes from.

Once I was done mutilating the pig penis, the dark group gathered around me and started preparing experiments with the penis. They somehow were extracting its semen or something and started drawing my blood. The group gathers around me and now they’re in cloaks and stuff. I almost think that they had horns on their heads but maybe not at this point. They started having me inject the semen into containers with pig/human fetuses in them. There were all sorts of sick, weird experiments like that. Andrea was there and wanted to leave and that she wanted to free the other pigs. The group kept insisting on the importance of this experiment and that it was the cure for the human race. I kept injecting different types of semen into fetal pigs and at the end I was given a delicacy in their Satanic community: salad with goat semen ranch dressing. It as all congealed and crumbly like bleu cheese dressing. I am forced to eat from the salad and I start flinging the dressing around. This is the point where I’m outraged. I start screaming and try getting out but the Satanists keep threatening me, I pretty sure that a gun was involved. So at this point I somehow escape as do hundreds of people who have been held captive in the house. We are almost out but the woman stands us all off. She has a gun and starts threatening the group that if we move she’ll shoot us. Somehow she starts talking about her friend that works on the show Hype and from a distance I strike up a conversation about how my friend Ben works on the show (somewhere in all of this I end up at a theatre reading of MadTV sketches that are not funny at all but the actors are really nice). So I’m chatting the woman up and start moving forward and eventually everyone makes for the door.

I escape to safety and start talking to this guy. I really want to get some praise for having busted us all out of this scary cult as well as getting us past the lunatic woman with a gun. The guy starts saying how I messed things up and that they had a chance for a perfect world. That’s when I realize that he has ibex horns and there are other ibex devil people walking around. He says to them “dark lord” like you would say “what’s up”.

So this is where I woke up. I now realize that may be It’s s not as scary as a dream could be but felt so real. I wanted to tell Andrea but she’s firmly asleep. I should be too.

EYES: Battlestar Galactica
EARS:Bear McCready