July 3rd’s dream:

I was in the back of a pickup truck that my dad was driving, holding onto a bag and my skateboard to keep them from flying out the back of the truck. The highway was empty but a police car came out of nowhere and pulled us over. We pulled over at the entrance of some sort of park that featured a trail around it, but parts of the trail lead into several small lakes, and continued on the other side of the lakes. There were children playing in each of the lakes.

The police officer took the bag that I had been holding onto, and then asked for my hands. He took a razor blade and made eight slices; two in both of my thumbs and two more in both of my index fingers. At this point my dad was in the truck and I got in the passenger seat, and we made an escape from the police officer, who dad claimed wasn’t really a police officer. The man and my dad had some sort of history between them, but it wasn’t clear what that was. We drove around the trail, through the lakes. I was terrified that we were going to hit kids, but we seemed to pass right through them, though they weren’t ghosts or anything of the sort.

When we finally reached our destination, we were inside a large building that exited to a large staircase, existing where the Bishop’s Falls Medical Clinic exists in real life. As I walked down the stairs, I woke up.

July 4th’s dream:

I was back home in Bishop’s Falls, and as I was going through town, I noticed television cameras set up on every second fencepost in town. “Weird,” I thought to myself. It turns out that the entire town was now the subject of a reality show of some sort. I noticed it as I was at my mom’s house, and she was watching something on TV that resembled an Alien Workshop skateboard video. (I spent the night watching a bunch of those before I went to bed, haha.) I recognized it as a reality show about the town, however. I said something to my mom, though I forget what, then grabbed a bottle of lemonade form the fridge and left.

I went skateboarding with my friend Nick, which led us to a sketchy pseudo-skate park, where we met a bald skater who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He somewhat resembled Dan Adriano of Alkaline Trio. For some reason, his name was Voltaire.

Nick and I were up on a higher platform which was like a mini-ramp halfpipe with a manual pad in the middle. I went to the edge to jump down into the rest of the park, but the drop was too high. The mini-ramp and manual pad were in extremely busted condition, and as I was attempting a trick onto the manual pad, it broke and I went down. The end.

I took Cass to the street where I had found the house earlier, but this time the house wasn’t there. Of course, this made me incredibly distraught. As I was stammering about how it was there earlier, three men attacked me and proceeded to viciously beat me. Cass runs off for help while they just continue to work on me.

Cass arrives at my house crying and clearly distraught, where she finds me there, unharmed, talking to my brother (who wasn’t one of my real-life brothers) who (this was clearly influenced by the 6 episodes of Heroes I watched earlier today/last night) was running for some public office. My brother was telling me that the Chicago police department wouldn’t have done anything anyway, while at the same time yelling into the telephone that the whole talk show appearance was a set-up to ruin his campaign.

As Cass was  exomplaining what had happened, I woke up.

I turned around to go home, and there they were again, walking. This time, Rob was wrapped in some sort of blanket. They turned in toward what would be the old railbed in real life, which was like a large cliff or hillside with a pretty steep incline. Somehow they climbed over that, and I chased after them, but couldn’t climb the cliff. Once again, I left to walk home.

As I walked past what would be Pro Hardware in real life, I felt an odd compulsion to go inside. Inside I found a sort of TV studio/monitoring station. There was some kind of news cast which was showing clips of people (including a few drunken frat boys, oddly) being interviewed outside, where I had just been. The people weren’t really there though. I then noticed the monitors, a bunch showing security cameras inside the building. Another monitor was following Ryan and Rob somehow. I noticed one of the cameras was following me, so I got out of the building pretty quickly.

I began to walk toward my grandparents’ house, because I thought it would be a good place to keep an eye on the building and the area where Ryan and Rob had disappeared. While I was walking, I noticed a woman behind me, and another woman talking to her. The second woman then tried to tell me something, but it was all muffled and weird. (Kinda like in Karma Police when Thom Yorke says the man who talks in maths buzzes like a fridge.) Then all of a sudden the first woman collapses and starts bleeding as though she’d been shot, though she hadn’t been. The second woman checks her own pulse and declares the first dead. (She was now speaking plain English.)

Then I woke up.

Inside my aunt is there, and my grandfather is now outside barbecuing. It begins to rain pretty hard, but he keeps barbecuing, and the rain doesn’t affect the flame at all. All of a sudden my friend Dave shows up at our front door, intentionally staying in the rain. He asks for a lighter to light his cigarette but neither of us have one. My aunt begins to talk about Toronto and something else with him, and then he left to ask my grandfather for a lighter.

I leave the house again to go for a walk and there is now a large red shed-like building in the small clearing between my cabin and the next cabin over. A kid comes out with a rifle and shoots at my dog, then drops the rifle and runs back into the shed. I pick up the rifle and go inside after the kid and he has another rifle in his mouth and shoots it, but it does nothing to him, he then drops that rifle as well.

I pick up that rifle and toss both of them up into a sort of loft that’s basically inaccessible. Then I grab the kid and shout at him for shooting at my dog. I tell him to take me to talk to his parents, so he leads me away from my cabin. While he’s leading me, the sky briefly turns red, giving everything around me a reddish hue. This only lasts for a second, but it was very unsettling. When we arrive at what would be his cabin, it’s an exact replica of my cabin (or more precisely, the version of my cabin that was in my dream) with my grandfather barbecuing, Dave smoking a cigarette with him, my aunt inside cooking, and me sitting on the deck reading.