Dream #1: Called Upon

We start off in a retirement home, inside a lady’s room, with her younger chocolate lab dog. We are in her living room, which has a sliding glass door that goes to a small deck. The deck sits above the edge of ..Puget Sound.., there is a small wooden gate that goes from the deck, to what seems to be a small wooden raft.

            The small chocolate lab mix heads out onto the deck, and pushes open the small wooden gate, and goes out on the wooden raft. Now though, there are black strings in which are attached directly dead center of the raft. The black strings are about as thick as your picky fingers, only about ten of them, and they head straight up to the sky, in what seems to be never ending. The raft then starts to take off, and heads over to another deck, where other dogs get in. The raft then starts to head off into the ..Pacific Ocean... “Your dog is taking off in your raft Mam!” I franticly said to the lady.

            The lady softly shifts her weight in the couch, and turns towards me, taking her attention off the television in which is playing I Love Lucy, “I don’t own a raft dear.”

            “Well, your dog, along with other dogs, seem to be taking off, as if they are in tune with something that is going on in the world.” I start to look at Sarah, as in what should we do. The dogs seem to be into to something in which may be beyond mankind’s control.

At this point, the lady turns back to the TV, as commercials come on for used cars that are complete rip offs. Sarah puts her hand on my shoulder and tells me to look. As she points out towards the deck, another wooden raft, more box like came to the deck. There were what seemed to be two wooden seats, like a bench almost, but only big enough for one person on each side. Sarah and I decided get into the raft, as a small door for the raft had opened, almost as though it was summoning us to get in.

As we get in, the gate to the small box like raft closes the door by itself, we both take our seats, as the raft starts to head off to the center of the ocean. Where we were heading, we had not a clue. We didn’t know how long the ride was going to take, we didn’t know anything. All we knew, was that we were summoned, and we answered the call from a wooden raft. A wooden raft that moved off of what seemed to be black strings in which went sky high.

Some time went by, and I was hungry. “I could really use a hamburger,” I bluntly stated. The strings started to almost shake, as if they were going to give way, but then it stopped a second or two later. “A hotdog would also be nice too.” The strings started shaking again, just a bit more violently this time. As though they were upset from what I said.

Sarah started screaming at me, “Stop it! Just shut up about food! If you say one more thing about food, I am not sure if we are going to make it there or not! And you know now, that if you talk about food, the poles are going to…” the strings starting shaking yet again, and even more violently. Sarah droped her voice to a low tone,  “The poles are going to shake again, and may fall leaving us stranded out in the middle of nowhere.” I nodded in agreement, not wanting to upset the strings in which were taking us somewhere.

We rode in silence, nothing to be heard except for the waves of the ocean. Which were extremely calm for being an ocean. Next thing we see, is that there is a small little island, with a beautiful victorian house, in which the foundation raised it about five or six feet off from the ground. The raft brought us to the bottom of the stairs, and the door had opened. Sarah took the lead with heading up the stairs, As the draft behind us left, we kept heading up. Three rocking chairs on the porch were gently rocking in sync from the wind of the ocean.

The door to the house had opened, and there were tons of dogs inside. Some of the dogs were sitting, others lying down on either the floor, others in couches or chairs in which lined the walls, and others were walking from room to room, as though socializing with other dogs. The stairs were directly in front of us, with a huge beautiful pure white husky sitting in front of the stairs. Sarah and I looked around, not knowing where to go, the Husky came up to us, and gave me a nudge on my arm. The dog then turned around and headed up the stairs at a gradual pace, as though for us to follow. I took Sarah’s hand, and followed the husky up the stairs. He took us to a room in which there was an extremely old lady sitting there in an old wooden rocking chair. This room though, was different from all the other rooms, as there was only one chair in this room.

The dog turned around, facing Sarah and I, and sat by the old lady. “Welcome,” she says as she starts to pet the dog, “to my house. I have been waiting for you two. There is a lot for me to explain, but so little time. So I will just get started, and get right to it, with explaining some of your most obvious questions in which you may have. This house really does not exist to anyone else, for they can not see it. These dogs, are here for my company, and they help protect me and my secret.”

“Your secret,” Sarah is starting to hold my hand tighter, as though fear that things may not turn out well, “which would be what?”

“Which is that I can never die. You see, I may look as though I am over a hundred years old. But in truth, I am really just thirty-two. I am afraid that I will look like this for quite some time, but then I will start looking younger and younger, until I the early twenties age look. For I do not know why it works this way, but it does. You two though, have been chosen, to be the ones in which will come and get me in the years to come, and will help take me from this non-existing island, back to what used to be my home. Which actually looks just like this house.”

“There is no one else, in which can see this island or house here, except you two. And again, I do not know why. But that is just how it works.” She looked at us, as though waiting for something to happen. It is really hard to believe that someone who looked so old, that will never die, could actually be so young. “You two will be getting a special transportation, so that when time comes that you need to come and get me, you can make it out to me a lot quicker than those wooden lil boats. It is parked behind the house, docked to the back porch.”

She stopped petting the dog, and the dog had gotten up, gave Sarah a nudge, as though for us to follow him. He took us back downstairs and to the backdoor, where there was the extremely small back porch. There was what seemed to be a 80s camero tied to the deck. Sarah got in first, so that she could get into the passenger seat, and then I went in after her. As we got in, balloons seemed to of come out from the corners of the car. We started to move slightly, as the rope in which tied down the car, vanished.

I tapped the gas pedal, to see if it would help us move any faster than what seemed to be two miles an hour thanks to the balloons. It did, and the next thing I know, is that we are going about a hundred miles an hour on complete open waters. As we start getting closer to land, there was a little ally for boats. I decided to slow down a bit, and to head down the ally. There was what seemed to be an exit ahead, complete with a exit number even. It was a ramp, in which there was water coming down. So I gave it a bit of gas in order to make sure that we would make it up.

As we started to hit the ramp, Sarah grabs onto my arm with a death grip. For I was going a bit too fast, and what was on the other side of the ramp wasn’t clear. We then start to feel a drop, a fall, a straight down feeling in my stomach. Then, there was a blinding light. We wound up in public pool at some sort of waterpark. I looked around for all of our stuff, such as my wallet, Sarah’s wallet and bag, and the car!

Where did the car go! I noticed, in the water, there was a small little object. I thought it was Sarah’s wallet, so I reached down for it, and pulled it out of the water. It was a little toy car. No it wasn’t! It was the car, in which just moments ago, Sarah and I were riding in! Our stuff was still inside, and the windows, were rolled up. There was no water inside the car. So I pulled on the little handle, and opened up the car door. I reached for my little wallet on the driver seat. As I pulled it out of the little vehicle, it came back to its original size. Sarah looked at me as though this possibly could not be happening. She too then reached for her stuff, and they too came back to original size. We decided that we would then hold onto the car in Sarah’s purse.

Sarah and I looked at each other, completely puzzled, not sure if what just happened was real, or if we both just happened to take some of the pool water down a wrong pipe. We started to head back home, where we kissed each other goodnight, and headed to bed. Thoughts still going through our heads as what to think of the day’s events, we both slowly went into a peaceful sleep.