As I wandered so far down the trail, deeper and deeper into the woods, the moonlight that earlier so brilliantly illuminated my path was now almost completely blocked out by the monstrous trees which surround me. They seem to pulsate in the night, giving off this strange vibrating sensation. In a sudden flash, a pale-green, what appeared to be a boulder, came crashing through the trees, thrashing them aside like duckpins on a professional bowlers best shot. It all happened so fast that, at what seemed to be(and in my opinion should have been) the dreaded moment of impact, the ground felt as if it gave way and I was being pulled through this gelatinous based substance. When it finally stopped pulling me in I was surrounded by this immensly beautiful, as far as the eye could see, illuminated lime-green gelatin.
I was drowning...
... and for a split second, a second which seemed to last a lifetime, I didnt care. I didnt care. Not because I wanted to die, no, but because I felt unexplainably uphoric. I wanted to stay in that jelly forever. When the thought finally occured to me that I would be dead if I did, I did everything I could do to try and swim to the top, or wherever anywhere else may be.......Now...some of you may have some mislead fantasy about jumping into a pool of jello or some shit like that, butlet me tell you, that shit dont work out. The harder I tried to swim, the slime that surrounded me broke apart--it felt as if it wouldnt hold firm enough to give me any momentum to propel myself anywhere. It felt completely unnatural. Not that anything that happened this night felt natural.
Suddenly, with a great big splash, I dropped onto the pier, where the old fisherman had given me the pack of cigarettes to give to my dad. At that time I really wanted to just skip away and bring my dad his cigarettes. As much as this may seem confusing perhaps this may help to clear things up a bit--or confuse you more..... Me, myself have never bee given a pack of cigarettes to give to my dad, at anytime in my life. I certainly never met an old fisherman named Welch, but I hope you can understand that when I first arrived there through the jelly and onto the pier, I didnt remember the whole jely thing, or the trees. At that time I was given a pack of cigarettes from an old fisherman named Welch, who stank like rotted fish so bad that it permanently drove away my appetite for seafood--to this day I cant go to red lobster.
Anyway, as I proceeded to skip away I could hear these low, grumbling, growling sounds behind me. When I peered back, Welch's head was repeatedly jerking to his shoulder and al the while he was moving at unhumanly fast speed after me, twitching and growling. I was so scared. I could feel the warmth of my urine as it soaked thru my jeans. I had no idea what to do, so I jumped...off the pier, and into the air...
I felt pieces of my flesh being torn apart, like millions of pirahna feasting on a cow. My vision became sparkles and I passed out. What came next was a real trip.
When the waiter finally arrived, I looked up into his face and at that moment--everything, everyone everywhere, just stopped--became completely motionless. Time had frozen. Julie sat there with that silly little shy girl face that she usually puts on whenever we start talking about us having a baby. I was absolutely dumbfounded by the whole situation that I didnt even think about what I was doing as I sliced thru the young waiter, Marcus's flesh with a steak knife--the kind with the rounded tip. I piled the flesh in strips on his tray and went from person to person, placing flesh in the mouths of the customers and moving couples from partner to partner, mismatching pairs of people. I walked back to my chair....sat down......I let the silence go for a bit..
"Waiter!" I shouted, and in that second, everyone started screaming and vomiting and slipping in blood. Julie was freaking out so bad, she clutched her chest, I swear she must have ripped half of her breast off as she dropped to the floor. Lifeless.
Needless to say, the food was cold, the service sucked and I have been in way better atmospheres than that. Like this one time I was rolling a joint in my uncles van and he kept hitting his brakes and laughing at me because I couldn't keep the weed still. I said"one of these times you're gonna make me lose it all" and just as I said that the van jerked again and the weed went flying--"Just like that!" I yelled. I then looked up to see that we had actually hit another vehicle. Thats a whole different story all together though. That was the night he said he was going to kill himself and crashed into a tree and could have died---almost did actually....
...but anyways, as I left the restaurant, I stepped out into a field of snow. At that momet I had complete recollection of everything that had happened that night. The tree's, the jello, the old man, the pain..and the feeling I had as I sliced through marcus's flesh. The giddyness I felt as I placed the lolling pieces of flesh into the mouths of others. I even remember pushing a piece just a little farther down the throat of a little girl.
I lost it.
I layed down(fell I should say), face first into the snow, crying insanely, beating my head with my fists until my screams were completely overpowered by the ringing in my head...
I reached up and turned off the alarm clock. I realized then that I was never really fully asleep all night. I was sitting on the bed, eyes wide, jaw hanging...
....But I wasn't there.
