Jackal’s Dream Blog

I reached down for my phone, my first instincts to capture this amazing and rare sight. I unplugged the from from its charger and frantically switching from tumblr to the camera app I pointed it out the window. As soon as I started to film I heard electrical arcing from inside my phone and then it crashed. It had overheated from me watching videos on tumblr while being on charge. I didn’t want to lose my phone, was it about to explode? Did I need to scramble to find the tools to open it up right now and rip the battery from it to save it? I waited a moment, I sniffed it, it wasn’t burning yet. So I put it down and grabbed the spare iPhone I keep as an alarm clock. It’s old and slow and as I try to load the camera app I look back out the window in time to see the tornado disappear beyond the windows field of view.

I sat down with my friends on a bench that lined a hallway and and old widard looking guy put something in my mouth which disolved on my tongue. He said it would unlock visions and a higher understanding but I sat there waiting for them to come, I started doubting reality, unsure if what I was seeing was real or not. Soon a small fary started fighting with an evil wizard who'd manifested as a dark shadow on the floor. Me and my friends sat there watching them, unable to help because they were too powerful even thoguh they were small. the fary won but it was only a tempoary victory. I had this halo handheld game that one of the cadets had given to me and I was pondering it, trying to understand the controls and bemused why the controls didnt seem designed for a human hand or why they didn't jsut use the xbox controller buttons. Then one of my frends, this frank castle looking guy dressed all in black, with an old face that looked ready to continue a war that he'd been fighting since he was young, downloaded the missiles from the game into a device he was carrying. He asked me if they would be any good against the evil wizard and I explained to him they wern't real, that it was just a game and he sat down beside me disapointed. But then I sat there and thought about it and I said to him, maybe they would be effective, and I said "sometimes, the concept of a thing, is more powerful than the thing itself".

So the aliens came to my parents and tried convincing them to get me to give them my phone. I wasn’t going to but then I dropped my phone and destroyed it. I went to my parents to show them and they told me I shouldn’t have destroyed it but I tried to tell them I’d done it by accident.

I was dreaming about watching the summery of a movie. It was East Asian, probably Korean thriller. It featured a father looking for his missing adult daughter who went missing a few years ago at a public event. He tracks down a photographer who was also there taking pictures in the hope that some of the photographs he took might contain some clues to her location.

But the twist is that the photographer is the one who kidnapped her. As well as being a photographer he was also an artist and wanted to paint the perfect scream. So he kidnapped the man’s daughter and imprisoned her in a hole in his apartment wall just big enough to sit with her knees tucked up. There was just one hole where her mouth, nose and a single eye would be visible.

This is where the thriller turned into a horror as the photographer would sit in front of the hole in the wall, painting it as the girl screamed and begged for her life but it was the last scream that she gave before she finally died that satisfied the photographer.

After she died the photographer covered up the hole and moved out, leaving her corpse to dry out and mummify in the wall. The third act reveal of her death sets up the father wanting to kill the photographer and that the photographer is a serial killer who is going to kill the father to keep his secret.

I don’t know who won

I was friends with this guy, he might have been a spy, might have been a criminal but I didn’t ask questions and that’s why we were friends.

All I know is that his job had me and him needing to be in specific places at specific times and we used fast cars and fast boats to get there.

I was shotgun following our progress on an electronic map in some fancy sports car going up through the mountains.

“Wow we just climbed twelve hundred feet in twenty minutes” I said, looking up from the map. He was so smooth and confident in his driving and he didn’t even look like he was pushing it. This week it was our last car ride together and next week it was our final boat ride. He was going to drive down ahead in the car and I was going to follow in the boat. I was looking forward to it, I’d piloted the boat a lot and got quite prolific at it. I’d not be going alone, one of our mutual friends was coming with me to take the car back while my friend and I carried on to his “grandmother’s funeral” or at least that was the cover story.

The day of the trip, mutual and I headed down to the docks and found our little boat, It’s engine had been tuned somehow for more speed than it looked capable of and the boat itself had a hard plastic hull about the size of a lakeside fishing boat but used an inflatable ring around its edge more than doubling its size however the ring wasn’t currently fitted.

We searched nearby to see if we could find the inflatable part of the boat but with no luck we went to the harbour office.

“What do you mean maintenance?” I asked the harbour clerk in confusion.

“It’s the law, all boats of this type registered here have to have annual maintenance and today is the last day for your boat to have this done.” Said the clerk.

“But our friend is going to miss his grandmother’s long trip to be with her parsed loved ones” said mutual, trying hard to not say the word funeral.

“Can we have an extension or something, we need that boat today.” I pleaded with the clerk but he just said that was the law. After realising I was getting nowhere I pulled out my phone. ‘If it was law for any boat registered here, then I’ll just register it somewhere else.’ Within an hour we were on our way bouncing over the waves having been told by the clerk to remove the boat from the dock immediately because it wasn’t registered there. Fine by me.

After saying our goodbyes and handing the car keys to mutual, friend and I were on our way and with friend at the helm we felt like we were going twice as fast.

After stopping on the water for lunch we sat on either side of the boat, backs to the water.

“You never asked my real name.” Said friend after some time silently contemplating the water. “You never asked any questions” he added.

“I never needed to and there’s only two thing I need to know.” I said. “That we had fun doing what we did and that I’m going to miss you.”

“You know I’m not actually going to my grandmother’s funeral.” He said more solemnly than if he actually was.

“Yeah.” I said, staring at the horizon.

“Do you know what it would take, how many strings you’d need to pull to get a person out of a country that didn’t want that person to leave, on the other side of the world and get them here without anyone else knowing their name or even knowing of their existence?” Friend asked as if the weight of his entire world bore down on his shoulders.

“I can imagine.” I said, somewhat dismissively. “I hope you and ‘grandmother’s funeral’ have a happy life together”

“I hope so too” he said with hope creeping into his voice. “You know you get to keep the boat right?” He jovially added.

I was working for my old company and they wanted more security so they sent me to a prison to learn how they prevented people from escaping.

First I went to a women’s max security prison where all the guards wore blue uniforms and all the inmates wore orange. Going through all the security doors they had steel hooks on eaither side of the doors on the floor where they would cuff inmates legs to, open the door, switch the cuffs from one hook to the other then close the door. This allowed one guard to move an inmate securely without having to let go of them to unlock a door.

Then they sent me to a men’s lower security prison where the men all wore blue to signify they were not max security. They had the same hooks either side of the security doors as the max sec prison and once inside I got chatting to some of the prisoner. I was wearing my work uniform which made me look like a prison guard but a different shade of blue.

One of the prisoners followed me through a door because they were going the same way and as soon as they were through they ran. At first I didn’t know what to do but then I just ran after them not wanting them to escape.

Up ahead I saw them run into a room then seemingly ran out wearing clown makeup and a coloured wig. I didn’t think it was them, it felt like a texas switch to get me to chase the clown but when I went to go into the room the glass doors were locked as were the ones leading outside. Looking outside I saw a bunch of people all dressed like the prisoners so I ran back inside and just yelled alarm at the first person I could.

I was also in charge of a young man and a young woman who were both seemingly lazy and immature but I was only 17.

I kept seeing the ghost of a little girl and her baby brother on the CCTV camera. But I wasn’t scared, I didn’t have much in the way of memories. I went to the room in the CCTV where I saw the ghosts. I remembered the storm, I remembered I was with the girl and boy, they were my brother and sister. I sat on the sofa in the middle of the room. We were on a ship but it got wrecked by something in the storm. We wound up at the hotel but something followed us, something ate them. I broke down in tears because I couldn’t save them and now they were stuck here forever.

As my tears dried the mermaid lady came in and started flirting with me. She flopped herself and her fake tail onto the sofa beside me talking about stuff I didn’t care about. She snuggled up to me, asking for some help and offering to show me her breasts as payment.

At that point her tail fell off to reveal a sort of large adult diaper underneath. The diaper also came loose and as she re-attached it, she showed me what was under it. She had no legs, a large flap of skin pealed back with what I now knew was a dressing. It revealed a mass of yellowed, melted flesh and the bottom of her spine sticking out.

The game was portal 3 and you played as GlaDOS. At the end of each of the first three chapters you were trying to escape. The plan was to ramp up the power of the facility then quickly shut them off to overload the generators.

The game itself was a strategy/management game, like factorio but you were underground building in caves and excavating resources.

There was some back to the future theming in the rooms but there was also an officially licensed back to the future experience that ran each day in the evenings.

It was somewhere in Chester, UK, because I’d spent the day walking round and round a burst water main that had finally been repaired after nearly 20 years. It was a leak I found on my phone back when smat phones had useful apps.

We had all gone there for a funeral and some people were going tostay for up to 15 weeks.

I run out of vape liquid and go over to get a backup bottle. It was in a really cheap plastic bottle that I had decanted into months before. When I try to pout it into my vape I spill it and it stinks. My friend comments that it’s only been there a few months and it’s already gone off.

So I’m trying to clean it up with some paper towels and it covers my hands and reacts with the dust on the table to form a sticky mess so I head to the toilets to clean it off.

There’s a subcontractor accountant who I see coming out of the toilets but as I go in I see what I think are cleaners. I ask them if I can just clean my hands while I’m in there so they don’t have to leave and one of them says with a smile “of course we’re just doing a science experiment”. I don’t question this and come into the room to find 7 women and what look like medical supplies. One of the women says they they have just the thing to get the glue off my hands and while they’re getting it I look round.

I see one of them standing behind a tall table on wheels, covered on top by a sheet with something underneath but obscured. When she spots me looking she quickly covers one end of what’s there before I get to see it. Then I look at the other women and two of them have their heads bandaged but I can clearly see that the top half of their heads are missing under the bandages, they have been decraniated and they have creepy static smiles. That thing under the cloth on the table is about the right size and shape fore a person and most of these women are wearing surgical gowns not cleaning smocks.

I was scared thinking it could be anything but I couldn’t see anything. So, because it’s a walk in wardrobe and I’m looking on the top shelf, I peer round the corner and see a bat. I’m relieved that it’s not something supernatural, just a bat trying to roost. But it’s late and I’m too tired to deal with the little rabies baby right now, so I quickly get down to close the doors trapping it inside so it’s at least not flying round my room. But as I close the door it tries to fly out and I crush it between the door and door frame. I think to myself, it could be all right but then it’s brown fur turns red in the darkens.

Last night I dreamt that I had a hospital appointment and I went to hospital but I couldn’t remember what the appointment was for or why I was there.