Under The Rug
This was not my dream, but one related to me by a friend. I’m including it here because I was part of the dream. Both of us were still in high school at the time, and neither of us were taking drugs. I have to state this because this particular dream seems like it’s right out of an acid trip. I’m writing this in first-person, but Vince is the person having the dream.
We’re hanging out in front of Heather’s house. It’s me (Vince), Heather, and John. We’re not doing much other than sitting on some lawn furniture and joking around like we always do. It’s right after school, but somehow it’s already night time. The next thing I know a dozen cop cars with lights and sirens going tear up to the house and surround it. Somehow I know that they are after us, and that we have to hide from them. None of us have comitted a crime, but none of us want to be hassled by cops, so Heather tears up the edge of her lawn. She screams out, “Jump under here! They’ll never find us under here.”
We jump under the edge of the lawn and we find ourselves in a large cement chamber with various tunnels leading from it. We’ve found the mysterious tunnels that run under the local mall. Rumor has it that Satanists use the tunnels for their strange rituals, so we know that we have to be careful. We pick a tunnel and start walking down it. Even though the tunnels have no light source, we’re able to see just fine in the gloom without a flashlight.
We walk for what feels like hours, but it only takes a few minutes. (Don’t you just love how time works in dreams?) We end up surfacing in the mall in the service entrance that the janitors use when they show up for work. We round the corner and head into the arcade to play some video games. We’re playing Street Fighter II when cops rush into the place. They’ve found us! John looks for a place to hide and tells us to get into the Street Fighter II game. He doesn’t mean for us to physically get into the cabinet. He wants us to become cartoon characters and jump into the screen. We don’t want to mess with the cops, so all three of us jump into the screen and act out the parts of the various characters in the video game.
A good friend of ours, J. J., shows up and throws some quarters into the game. Seems that the cops have left (J. J. hates cops more than we do.) so we jump out of the game, and play the game with him. There are only two controls on the Street Fighter II game, but all four of us seem to be playing the game at the same time. J. J. tells us that he has to split to go buy some Mountain Dew, and that’s about the time I woke up.
