"everyone's the same"

9-18-06

I was in the rear passenger side of a station wagon with my brother driving and his two of his friends riding beside and in front of me. It was getting dark and we were going to one of his buddy's parent's cabin or campsite and about half an hour into the trip, my brother was like "You know what we need to do!?" and they pulled bottles of beer out of a freezer bag sitting between the front seats. I told them not to drink and drive and I yelled at them and was screaming to put them back but they continued to down bottle after bottle for the remainder of the ride and by the time we got to the campsite/cabin, my brother could barely drive and was barely staying on the gravel road in the dark. As soon as we got out I pushed the dude sitting in front of me and then we started throwing punches. Our arms were blocking eachothers punches until I put him in a headlock and started drilling him in the face as hard as I could. He felt empty and fake like a manequin and so I figured I could stop. 

The next thing I knew I was home in my parent's garage telling my mom that I had lost respect for my brother and his friends but I didn't tell her what they did to lose my respect. Then I started to hear this creepy "Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble!" and before I knew it I was in some dreamland and there were these little figures in black cloaks and Scream masks jumping in front of my vision and scaring the shit out of me. I started screaming and I heard my mom in the garage yelling at me to tell her what was going on like I was having a seizure or heart attack and I came out of if and went to my room. It was dark in my room, very early in the morning, so I set up my laptop and started working on my book titled "A Miracle Gone Wrong." I was trying to lay it out on my computer with the sentences like tracks in Pro Tools and then I started hearing a staticky radio station coming from above my bed headboard. It was some sort of church station and they were doing worship and my dad came to check on me and I was setting up a program in my laptop so that it would record the church station underneath chapter 7 in my book. I was hearing all sorts of sounds I could use for the audio version of my book on this radio station and the meter in the recording program was implying that the signal was fairly hot but I asked my dad if he could hear it and he was just like "No!" and he watched in amazement as I quickly wrote all the stuff down that I was hearing. Then my brother came in and watched me work for a little while and I heard these heavy metal/punk songs that were mindblowingly good and I couldn't believe that no one else could hear them. I kept talking back to the radio station and other dialogue and my brother and dad were watching in amazement for a long time. I remember envisioning the characters in the book walking on this big bridge or walkway through tall rocks in the mist of a cloudy day. I frantically worked on my book and then went to bed and my family watched me to see if I slept okay, and I went into a dream where I was watching Stephen King's version of my book as if he had come up with a similar idea at the same time....

"In a world where everyone's family is the same..." the narrator with the low and raspy voice said, and I saw this hockey arena where there were mothers and little sisters lining the bleachers every other person and they all looked the same but with different colors. They were all dressed like they were from Sesame street, the moms had the same "saucer-head" haircut just different colors, and they all had powdery white faces with dark circles around their eyes. The moms were cheering for their kids and the little sisters just sat there and grinned, and all the moms had the same type of voice and personality about their cheering like they were all from the same parents at the same time. Then the big sisters came skating out onto the rink. Same thing. All of them were named Allie and they all looked the same just different colors, and they behaved exactly the same too just different timing. Then all the older brothers came skating out and were the same type of boy. We started playing hockey for a while and i kept missing the plastic puck whenever it came past me. We played for a while and then the players exitted the rink and I was like, "okay, this is the first part of the book, but what happens that's so bad that they have to go to a place like... [the one in the second part of the book/movie]???" and I started to hear the "Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble!" and the same little demons took over my vision and i started screaming there on the rink and no one knew what to do because it was different behavior than all the other older brothers. Then I realized I was sleeping so I tried to scream but it didn't work. When I finally did scream, I opened my eyes and saw the window of my apartment and realized that there was no one to hear my cries....