Joy Ride
Two teenage girls lived in a housing
project. It was midsummer, near evening and hot.
In the dream the older of the two was myself, but that is just weird.
They were just sitting there broke and bored stiff. They were
discussing
the sounds that were coming through the paper thin walls. It seemed like
their neighbor whom they never met face to face must have been beating
his girlfriend again. There was a dog barking like crazy outside as if
in distress. We, they, I am not sure how to describe it had to do
something.
The younger of the girls grabbed a baseball bat and with some choice words
which I don't recall, left for the apartment next door. You'd think
a glimpse of the projects at night would be creepy enough but it gets
creepier. The neighbor's door was slightly open and it was completely
quite and
dark except for the penetrating blue hiss of a tv screen. One of the girls
said to the other, "I don't like this, lets call the police.
Maybe he freaked and killed her or something." Scanning the room they
found
a old feeble looking Black man huddled in the corner
of the living room. They approached him and noticed a rather large joint
sticking out of his hand. His eyes were glazed and tranced. He had large
white hair, a hearing aid, and little clothes on. The older girl snatched
the joint out of his hand, laughed,
and said, "I guess he won't be needing this anymore."
Taking a big toke she said, "I guess we were hearing the
tv." She handed the joint to the other girl who then took an equally
large
hit and laughed. Just then the elderly man's eyes slowly closed and
reopened
having a soft white glow to them.
He began to speak slow and stoned. He said, "You kids don't know how
to have fun anymore. When I was younger it was all about the ride." He
began
describing cruising around with friends looking for
adventures. "That would be great!", one of the girl said, "but we don't
have
any wheels Pops. We don't even have a TV". Motioning for them to come
closer, he said, "Out by the old power plant, there was a small
electric fenced in area that had barded wire at the top and 'beware' signs
all around." The old man began to tell them how to
get to this area, and said that if you smoke some weed inside the fenced
in area and visualize that there is a car in the center of it. You will
definitely go on a wild trip. The girls thought he was wacked out, but
kinda funny, and since they were board decided to head there and see if
there was actually an abandoned structure like he spoke about. They talked
that
maybe it was some mystic urban place which made you have awesome trips
or some kind of mystic hallucinations. The scene of the two young girls
walking
bat in hand alone at night through the projects was scary. They found some
railroad tracks and followed them to a wooded area. Sure enough,
by the old man's direction they found the fenced in structure. They found
a small hole to squeeze through, and looked around. It was hard to
see in the dark. One of the girls lit a lighter and held it to the ground.
She saw the usual beer cans, needles, and used condoms thrown about.
Neither
of them was getting a mystical feeling from all that. They found what
seemed like a clean spot near the corner. They sat down and lit up the
joint
they stole from the old man. They began smoking and getting silly
and giggly. "This is good
shit", said one of the girls, "Hey, lets try imagining a car." They
stared into the darkness and tried to visulize a car. One of the girl
laughed, "I think it's working, I see something
shiny." Standing up they searched harder in the blackness. One girl said
to
the other, "Oh no," in a terrified voice. "What, What is it?," said the
other
girl. I was visualizing a station wagon. Shit! They walked closer.
There was something there. The other girl said, "Why did you wish
a station wagon? Are you wacked?" They slowly walked over whispering over
and over, "Please
don't let it be a station wagon". They
were amazed, amused and terrorized all at the same time. They looked over
the outside of the car as best they could in the dark. It looked like it
was an early 70's model, two toned brown, slightly dented chrome bumper,
no rust. One
of the girls tried the door. It was open. They got in. The interior was
in nice shape but dusty like it hadn't been used in decades. It was vinyl
and cream in color. There was some papers attached to the pink slip inside
written in the girls names. They began discussing maybe the old guy knew
or was one of their fathers and left the car here as a gift and they were
just to stoned to notice it when they walked in. They opened the glove
box and found a set of keys. The older girl put the keys in and it started
right up. It had a powerful 8 cylinders, and seemed to purr like a
kitten. The lights all worked and they began thinking how they would get
out of the fenced in area. They ended up ramming a weak part of the fence
and did minimal damage to the car. They were excited and happy to get out
of the projects. Noticing the gas tank was full they were going for their
first joy ride. The younger girl began to inspect the car. She found a
pair
of dorky bent up bloody sunglasses under the seat, and some paper work
describing an accident the vehicle had been in. They were
a little creeped out, but the car ran so well, and they felt so lucky,
they
completely ignored there gut instinct. They drove on a country road for
what seemed like hours, their gas gauge was getting low and their
belly's were feeling empty. One of the girls said she had her rent money
and could borrow from that. They found this tiny small town
open-all-night gas station. It had two of those old fashion gas pumps. They
filled the tank and walked inside the station. There was no one there. It
was old and wooden
looking inside. There was animal heads and taxidermy stuff all over the
place. They grabbed a few vintage looking bottles of coke; and
put the money on the counter. Just as they turned to leave, they heard
a large painful sigh coming from behind the counter where a thin white
sheet hung from a doorway. They looked and saw a little girl with
blond curls about 10 years old laying in an old fashioned hospital bed.
She was hooked up to medical devices. She was pretty, but extremely
sad looking. The teens said something like "Oh, the poor thing, her father
must own this place and takes care of her. I wonder where
he's at." The little girl looked frustrated while trying to reach her ice
pictcher. The two walked toward the struggling child.
She looked scared. They said to her, "Don't be afraid , we just
want to help." Just then her hospital equipment and bed turned into a
hard
table, and she was hooked up to some twisted torture-like devices. She
was
full of blood. The two girls screamed and one ran over to free her. Out
of nowhere came a mumbling creepy looking guy who began grabbing at them.
They heard the little
girl say from behind them in a sweet calm voice, "It's too late." They
turned
around and looked at the little girl who now looked like a corpse that had
been dead for months. The two ran out to the station wagon, one girl
opened
the car door and the creepy guy ran out and grabbed her shoulder. She
reached for her bat and and in a frenzy start beating him with it. She
noticed his tongue had been cut out and he was wearing
a police badge under all the blood. The girl in the dream did not know he
was a cop though. They high tailed out of there and began for home. The
dream went on and on. They were frightened and talked about how maybe they
should
not have taken the car, that somehow they or the car was cursed. They
talked
maybe they were already in hell, and it was too late. That was pretty much
the whole dream.
