I used to have recurring nightmares on almost a daily basis after I finished college. It used to be the same few ones -- one about a flying French midget (ridiculous, I know), one of running from a killer in a 'trap' house, or ones where I'd be helpless witnessing something I really didn't want to see.
Recently though, I started having a new one...
A family of four (father, mother, grandmother, and daughter) are off on a vacation in a small town located in deep beautiful woods. The grass and scenery is so electrifyingly green coating the landscape up to the small lake located near the houses where guests would stay for the country resort area. Of the many diversions at the resort is a novelty horse and buggy rental -- something probably better suited to Scarlett O'Hara's time. The family, partially out of boredom and out of their sense of exploration decides to take one out for a spin.
As they are carried quietly through the green pastures and thickets surrounding their resort, the quiet breeze and sunshine envelops them like a warm blanket. As father drives the horse (seemingly skillfully), the family notices a large building in the oncoming distance.
The building appears to be some sort of strange rest stop. It's massive -- shaped like a rectangular arch with a wide open area through the middle with a ramp that led upward, and outward to the other side. On the ramp there areas reserved to the sides where you could park your horse and carriage. The family, seeing this area, and the beautiful buidling, decided to make a pit stop of it on their country tour. As they got out, the mother says, "Isn't it beautiful? But why isn't there anyone around?"
"I feel like I've been here before," says the daughter, remembering that the previous day, she had indeed with a few other friends from the resort. "I don't remember there being much here though, we kinda just came and went." She stood by the horse, who was stirring, and gently patted him on his muzzle. Grandmother made her way into one of the shops that faced the tunnel/parking area. Daughter continued to pat the horses' nuzzle, but the horse continued to stir. By this time, the wind was really picking up. On the opposite side of the tunneled area, mother and father had made their way into the opposite shop admiring the glasswork on the windowpanes that faced the parking area.
"It's as if someone was just here, honey. Look at how clean it is," mother says.
Daughter, feeling the heaviness of the winds that are now almost torrential, looked up at the dark and gray sky. She decided she'd better get inside. She staggers against the wind, towards the half of the building where her parents are -- struggles to open the door, and finally manages to shut it with the aid of her father. It was just then, as they looked out through the shiny glass panes, that they see their horse and carriage swept away in a tornado-like fashion.
"Oh my God." father says.
On the other side, grandmother has her hand close to her face trying to deflect the wind as she makes a feeble attempt to cross the bridge area to where mother, father, and daughter were. But grandmother too, is swept away by the tornado-like wind to the onlooking dismay of her own family.
Mother, in a state of panic, flings the door open only to find that the torrential wind has gone and the gentle spring breeze that had preceded remained. A heavy aura now fell upon the remaining members of the family due to grandmother's sudden disappearance, or maybe now due to the sight of a large figure dressed in tattered coveralls walking towards them. He was pale with dark muted black hair with rings under piercing gray eyes that were narrowed and locked in on mother. In his arms, he carried a poker used for tending a fireplace. As he begins barreling towards mother, she ducks into the haven of the shop containing father and daughter. She babbles to them in panicked fragmented sentences -- unable to put the words together out of fear. Father, equally as terrified tries to make a plan for escape. "To where?" daughter wonders.
Just then, the dark figure that mother had seen outside, makes his way in the corridor of the shop grinning -- laughing even, his way towards the family with poker in hand. Father, without a word, gets his hand on a similar device from the fireplace conveniently located next to them and hurls it with a strange Spartan-like force towards the figure's gut forcing it clear through him. As the figure staggers around, blood dripping from his now pierced gut, the family attempts to make an escape.
Just then they hear the low growl of a seething bengal tiger.
"What the f*ck?!" screams daughter. Mother, now scrambling searching through the cabinets and drawers in the shop immediately surrounding them, manages to pull a large knife. "We're going to have to stab him underneath and from behind!" she screams. Father immediately picking up that mother wanted to stab it directly in its heart, gathered his strength as the animal now turned towards them preparing to lunge. The cat went for mother first, who at the least, had miraculously passed the knife to father as she's being chomped by the large muzzle of the cat who is screeching. Father, taking note of what mother had mentioned just seconds earlier wrenched the knife into the animal and attempted with all of his strength stirring the knife around. The animal, slowly lost its strength, falling to its side, still roaring. Mother, half-dead and bleeding grossly, is dragged by father as the animal wails, and daughter pulls the door open. The family, badly damaged, and frustrated, makes it outside to the silent spring breeze.
And I wake up.
I still can't wrap my head around this one, but I feel like I'm seeing flashbacks from Nam or something.
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