So I just dreamt that I wrote a story that we went on holiday to some insular land where we instantly found ourselves trapped the instant we arrived at the mansion-like hotel. It was in an alternate universe Europe I think; we were residing by a bay with all the northern windows facing it. Every building in the place where we lived was no more than two stories tall. The bay was misty and had grey water, as you'd imagine it in historical fiction set in England I guess. Out in the bay was the border of another continent which really lookeed like a tall black block because of all the skyscrapers on it.
What happened was that we found ourselves trapped in the town with the mansion or something similar to entrapment; there was also someone stalking us everywhere we went, or rather we could not shake the feeling, even at the nameless fast food joint downtown situated in a quarter-circle space, where the floors were dirty and the plastic tables and seats weee much like the old McDonalds ones. The mansion was creepy; it was really just a series of large connected rooms sitting in a row, some were bedrooms with two beds and others were smaller chambers of no known purpose. There were doors on west and east walls leading between them--if you want to enter one you must travel through all the rooms from the entrance to it. There were some doors on the south wall leading into storerooms and such. Floors were red carpet and there were gold ornaments on walls and ceilings. The windows were in the north wall, and the backboards of the beds were against the north wall right below the windows.
One day while we were looking out into the bay we saw a new island had appeared; it was a small, tall island, covered in what looked like blood and made of flesh and bones. A single bone stuck out the top like a flagpole. Someone beside me told me it was Crow's Island and something to do with how we'd never get out.
Just then the creepy things started to happen, I only remember worms appearing from inside the carpet and unfamiliar people whom I knew were oue stalkers, and whom I attempted to hide from under the blankets of my room while they hadnt entered. Of course they saw me but left me there, and later I found myself stuck underneath till they were gone. It was the appearance of Crow's Island influencing the events, I knew. Like any other haunted ship story, but with an island instead.
Cut to a flash forward wheee suddenly I was the cockpit of a flying machine and someone had sabotaged the controls; I was the copilot to someone I immediately identified as the "main character" and the entire crew was in a frenzy over the controls not working because the main character had lost control of some part of the flying thing.
Cut again to some really meta scene where a voice tells me that it's actually the "main character" who sabotaged the controls; he's the last person anyone would suspect. When I got back into the plane it must have been an imagined scene (let us forget about this being a dream for a moment) because now the main character was alone and he was flying fine and I think doing his sabotage work. Who knows why.
Then bqack to the mansion, which had suddenly grown silent and deserted. father called for me from somewhere at one point. I remember jumping off the bed and carefully stepping around the worms to where he was, by some huge bookshelves full of books in another room. I must have been aware that I was inside a story I was writing (surprisingly close to the truth) and I told my father so, that I created this universe and everything here and that things are attacking only because I wrote it that way. But when asked if I could control it, I realised I could not.
Then we ran down a concrete staircase into our storeroom, where my mother was working on some sort of touchscreen controls connected to stopped air conditioner vents. I recognised them as flight controls. My father told me my mother had been working on an escape machine, but as long as we couldn't start the aircon vents up it wouldn't work.
Suddenly I knew a siege was upon us and we fled the room, as did our mother--father told mother to try again in "the place" where I suppose they planned to try again. She agreed and we ran our ways; I know I was terrified out of my wits. There were others there and I recall school-like settings where other people my age (or younger) ostracised me for bringing this upon them, but I don't remember when.
So I think my father and I got into the car, knowing something was pursuing us, and we drove deep into the messy parts of the town where roads with shophouses went any whichever way and each building was really a stack of shops built upon each other. We got off on a pavement and raced down some hidden stairs into a basement where there were two air conditioner vents...and the sound of humming. Through the slats on the backs of them we could see the blades spinning. And our touchscreen flight controls were wired up to them. My father seemed happy--and we quickly clung to the controls because there wasn't a seat, just the engines and the controls. He started it up, and I think the ceiling was already open from the start because we flew straight through it and up through the air, over the bay where I must have rewritten the scenery and the coast of America and the Statue of Liberty appeared in the west no more than a km away. That was around when I realised my father was the "main character" but it no longer made sense. We flew down into the place at the far end of the bay where we knew we could buy parts for a complete plane/weird flying machine because we couldn't keep flying clinging to the dashboard. (who knows how that works man, it was a dream.)
Cut to police driving down the street in the place with all the tall buildings, searching for me and my partner-in-crime (I think it was Hyder of Umbrella) for a crime I previously committed in this area.
Sure enough I saw the police and when we landed by the parts store, we ran away down the street in search of a place to hide when the police sirens came and the white car appeared. While in refuge in a skyscraper alley, I suddenly realised that I'd been stupid and I was the one they sought, so I rewrote the entire scene. Instead of us running off at the parts store, I ran off alone, along the canal alongside which the stores were situated, and went in down the ramp to a place under one of the buildings where one would expect to find a basement carpark--instead there was a church, lit like a shopping centre. I decided that'd be a nice place to hide and so I entered it.
Cut forward to a point where we had the complete flying machine and were flying down a route to our aunt's house, between trees--I suppose we were in Kuala Lumpur for that fact. I woke up around then.
What happened was that we found ourselves trapped in the town with the mansion or something similar to entrapment; there was also someone stalking us everywhere we went, or rather we could not shake the feeling, even at the nameless fast food joint downtown situated in a quarter-circle space, where the floors were dirty and the plastic tables and seats weee much like the old McDonalds ones. The mansion was creepy; it was really just a series of large connected rooms sitting in a row, some were bedrooms with two beds and others were smaller chambers of no known purpose. There were doors on west and east walls leading between them--if you want to enter one you must travel through all the rooms from the entrance to it. There were some doors on the south wall leading into storerooms and such. Floors were red carpet and there were gold ornaments on walls and ceilings. The windows were in the north wall, and the backboards of the beds were against the north wall right below the windows.
One day while we were looking out into the bay we saw a new island had appeared; it was a small, tall island, covered in what looked like blood and made of flesh and bones. A single bone stuck out the top like a flagpole. Someone beside me told me it was Crow's Island and something to do with how we'd never get out.
Just then the creepy things started to happen, I only remember worms appearing from inside the carpet and unfamiliar people whom I knew were oue stalkers, and whom I attempted to hide from under the blankets of my room while they hadnt entered. Of course they saw me but left me there, and later I found myself stuck underneath till they were gone. It was the appearance of Crow's Island influencing the events, I knew. Like any other haunted ship story, but with an island instead.
Cut to a flash forward wheee suddenly I was the cockpit of a flying machine and someone had sabotaged the controls; I was the copilot to someone I immediately identified as the "main character" and the entire crew was in a frenzy over the controls not working because the main character had lost control of some part of the flying thing.
Cut again to some really meta scene where a voice tells me that it's actually the "main character" who sabotaged the controls; he's the last person anyone would suspect. When I got back into the plane it must have been an imagined scene (let us forget about this being a dream for a moment) because now the main character was alone and he was flying fine and I think doing his sabotage work. Who knows why.
Then bqack to the mansion, which had suddenly grown silent and deserted. father called for me from somewhere at one point. I remember jumping off the bed and carefully stepping around the worms to where he was, by some huge bookshelves full of books in another room. I must have been aware that I was inside a story I was writing (surprisingly close to the truth) and I told my father so, that I created this universe and everything here and that things are attacking only because I wrote it that way. But when asked if I could control it, I realised I could not.
Then we ran down a concrete staircase into our storeroom, where my mother was working on some sort of touchscreen controls connected to stopped air conditioner vents. I recognised them as flight controls. My father told me my mother had been working on an escape machine, but as long as we couldn't start the aircon vents up it wouldn't work.
Suddenly I knew a siege was upon us and we fled the room, as did our mother--father told mother to try again in "the place" where I suppose they planned to try again. She agreed and we ran our ways; I know I was terrified out of my wits. There were others there and I recall school-like settings where other people my age (or younger) ostracised me for bringing this upon them, but I don't remember when.
So I think my father and I got into the car, knowing something was pursuing us, and we drove deep into the messy parts of the town where roads with shophouses went any whichever way and each building was really a stack of shops built upon each other. We got off on a pavement and raced down some hidden stairs into a basement where there were two air conditioner vents...and the sound of humming. Through the slats on the backs of them we could see the blades spinning. And our touchscreen flight controls were wired up to them. My father seemed happy--and we quickly clung to the controls because there wasn't a seat, just the engines and the controls. He started it up, and I think the ceiling was already open from the start because we flew straight through it and up through the air, over the bay where I must have rewritten the scenery and the coast of America and the Statue of Liberty appeared in the west no more than a km away. That was around when I realised my father was the "main character" but it no longer made sense. We flew down into the place at the far end of the bay where we knew we could buy parts for a complete plane/weird flying machine because we couldn't keep flying clinging to the dashboard. (who knows how that works man, it was a dream.)
Cut to police driving down the street in the place with all the tall buildings, searching for me and my partner-in-crime (I think it was Hyder of Umbrella) for a crime I previously committed in this area.
Sure enough I saw the police and when we landed by the parts store, we ran away down the street in search of a place to hide when the police sirens came and the white car appeared. While in refuge in a skyscraper alley, I suddenly realised that I'd been stupid and I was the one they sought, so I rewrote the entire scene. Instead of us running off at the parts store, I ran off alone, along the canal alongside which the stores were situated, and went in down the ramp to a place under one of the buildings where one would expect to find a basement carpark--instead there was a church, lit like a shopping centre. I decided that'd be a nice place to hide and so I entered it.
Cut forward to a point where we had the complete flying machine and were flying down a route to our aunt's house, between trees--I suppose we were in Kuala Lumpur for that fact. I woke up around then.
