A week ago i had a dream i was driving with CJ down an eerily deserted highway at night. The atmosphere was similar to Lost Highway. Everything around us was pitch black besides whatever our headlights illuminated. The Doors was playing on the stereo and we were talking about our night, laughing and growing closer with each passing gaze. In the corner of our eyes we saw a small plane flying close to the ground. Closer than what felt like normal. We slowed down to watch it spiral straight up in to the air. We waited in anticipation to see what the pilot was going to do next when it suddenly stopped, mid-flight and come crashing straight down on the median in the road. We gasped, swerved the car and quickly drove towards the small aircraft. I remember being frightened. My heart felt like it plummeted to the earth along with the pilot. I couldn’t get the sound the impact made out of my head. He parked the car close to the plane, but far away enough just in case something more devastating decided to happen, like it blowing up. CJ was calm the entire time as i was shaking, wide-eyed, unable to breathe. Calm, not unlike he is in real life. I watched him run towards to the plane to find the pilot. I could see the Pilot’s face clearly in the beam of the headlights from our vehicle. He looked up at me from the cockpit, his eyes wild like a fire was burning behind them, and his face read that of a mission, something unknown. I watched him in shock and horror as he easily maneuvered his way out of the crushed cockpit, like that of a creature. Something was unnerving about this situation and my eyes kept flickering back to CJ, worried for him. I wanted to pull him back in to the car and drive off, leaving this mysterious man and his smoking plane behind us in the dark. Something in my head was shouting for me to move, to get up and grab him so we could leave, but my body wouldn’t budge. i was starting to panic. I barely even had a voice above that of a meek whisper. As the pilot moved closer to CJ i could see the damage to his body in the light. There was a huge gash in his right shoulder, deeply exposing his clavicle and a bloody mess of innards. He was panting and fierce. I continued to watch in horror as the feeling of something going wrong continued to creep upon me. No normal human being with wounds like that would have easily gotten out of such an aircraft quite as simply as this man did. I tried hard to read his face, but the only thing that came to mind was horror. We needed to get away from here. Something wasn’t right. And as i mustered up every ounce of strength remaining in my body to open the car door and dash to the safety of CJ, i passed out, slowly. All i remember is light fading from my eyes and the sheer look of panic in CJ’s face as he dashed towards me, falling……..i awoke from my dream when i heard the frightening sound of the plane crashing reverberating against the back of my skull. It’s safe to say this set the tone for the rest of my day.
Last night i had a dream i was in an apartment downtown with four friends. It was my apartment, and it was my birthday, which outside of this dream is coming soon. We were all drinking Gin and tonics and taking shots of Hennessy before we did any real damage down below at the clubs. As three of my friends left early to meet us down at Reef Rd. for a small show, CJ (who was there yet again) decided to stay back with me as i finished getting ready. I had him help me zip up the back of my dress and we were laughing about this one time last year in New York when we were in Coyote Ugly with his cousin. When i turned around, he kissed me and we each took a few more shots before leaving to go downtown. The hallway in the lobby of my apartment complex each had three elevators on either side. The hallway was wide, almost daunting. As we veered to the right and took elevator #2, we couldn’t help a sense of fright washing over both of us. I grabbed his hand and looked over at him when we stepped inside. He looked back at me with the same expression, looked down, then back at the doors of the elevator, which were now slowly closing. He quickly shot out his arm to hold them back. As he let go of my hand to catch the doors, i gasped and the fright got worse. I looked at him, confused. “Does that look strange to you?” he asked, pointing with his free hand to an odd lever on the side of the elevator, close to the floor. It was slightly moving back and forth. I looked at it as i breathed in and my face twisted with a sense of fear. When i looked back at him with exchanged silent words as he reached for my hand, grabbed it and led me back outside. We couldn’t help but feel like something was going to crash. We walked across the hallway to another elevator, #3. The second we got inside and pressed a button, the elevator immediately started shaking. We quickly fled out before the doors caught hold of our coattails. There were no stairs for us to take down, so we tried our luck with Elevator #1 on the same side. We safely got to the bottom floor from my 10th story building. After the first hour, i remembered i forgot something in my apartment and needed to return. I told CJ he could stay; that i would be back soon enough. After fetching what i needed, i faced the hallway with the elevators again. I took in a deep breath and took the same one we used to get down before, feeling it was the safest route. The second i pressed the first story button, the elevator was plummeting to the ground at light speed. I screamed and clutched the side railing. ‘This is it. I’m going to die. This isn’t how i want to die. what do i do!?’ i thought. I seemed to free-fall for what felt like ages. As if sensing something bad was going to happen, my phone rang and it was CJ. As i struggled to pick up he was wondering where i was and if i was OK. I quickly told him what was happening, my voice shaking and the sound of the elevator falling filling up every square inch of my head. i don’t remember much besides CJ screaming something to me i could barely hear and then crashing to the ground. I wasn’t sure if i died or not, but at least for a few minutes i was still alive when everyone found me. i could feel blood all around me and my head felt heavy. i could barely move. The first person i saw as the fog started to somewhat clear from my eyes was CJ. His face seemed full of panic, but you could barely tell; he was so good at keeping himself composed in situations like these. But i couldn’t be fooled. There were what i thought were tears streaming down his cheeks, and when i blinked, everything became fuzzy and slowly faded…….when i awoke from this dream this morning i wasn’t sure what to think. I’ve always been afraid of flying, elevators and extremely dark situations. Interesting how CJ has seemed to accompany me in both situations. Through the good…and the very bad.
