42 Minutes with your hosts Doug Bolles and Tommy Fulks, speaking with guest David Plate (AKA Dvd Platypus)
Today I was to fill in for Will of The Sync Whole and A Few Shots to Shaman sync blogs, starting our recording at 11:11 am this morning and speaking with the author of this fine blog. I thought I'd recount a strange dream I had.
A Night of Horror . . .
It all began yesterday as I initiated my midday nap. Having no stimulant drugs to propel me into unnatural excitement, I require naps throughout the day. As I entered the REM state, I envisioned flying along a dark road. Becoming lucid, I soared up into the sky into a dense fog. Everything goes fuzzy after this. After a couple of meaningless dreams, I become semi-lucid again. I walked from a rear-entryway into a strange looking white house. It reminded me of one of the model houses from Beetlejuice, everything had a strange artificial quality, almost like those pictures of haunted dolls that carry their unsettling ambiance. Entering the house I notice something strange. The house was like the TARDIS, it looked small on the outside but inside was much larger. Dark hallways with that odd, foggy sunlight common in dreams pouring in. A voice-over narration was saying some things about the house before informing me that it was haunted. The atmosphere was very much like several nightmarish astral projections I've had, where there is chaos within and without, terror behind every movement, dull, unassuming environments painted with dread. It's like being caught within a rift between worlds and having no idea of where to go or what to do but you do things anyway. So I began trying to find a way out of this evil house, but every doorway led to some interdimensional horror - every room seemed to be a portal to a bizarre, violent landscape. This is once again similar to Beetlejuice where there are doors that lead to where they store lost souls, and doors that lead to vast deserts of Saturn housing gargantuan sandworms. Eventually I found two nerdy-looking guys in a room who told me they were paranormal investigators. The next thing I remember, I am on a bed and we are recording the bedspread moving on its own. We review the footage and some sort of entity makes itself clear and it seems to have been acting through the two men as they are apparitions themselves, they disappear in the blink of an eye. There are strange winds blowing through the core of my being and I'm trying to find my way out of this place, but there are no exits, just pathways to strange, totally unnerving realities. I find a window, and outside there is a pool filled with dark blue water. The house seems to be situated on a tiny island floating on a sea of deep purple mist. I break out of the window and land in the pool. I know I have landed partially on land but there is no pain here. Before I am able to exit the pool, something drags me down into the water. I remember at this point as I am powerless to free myself seeing a translucent superimposed image of a Cthulhu-like tentacle-mouthed being standing facing me. He is wearing some sort of Victorian-era clothing, with a top hat and a cane. In the same "superimposed" fashion I begin seeing credits start to roll, as if this were all just some sort of TV show. Blackness, awakening.