Archeology

Dreams..

Again, my dream-me resident is visiting Seattle. I cruise around in a turbocharged 1997 Toyota Supra. The highway, the T-tops, the wind... all so calming, so freeing. The rush of the wind blows past my ears and they tingle. The only other sound I hear is the twin turbo's, screaming, whinning, and howling like some sort of crying banshee. The car jumps from 70 to 100 mph in seconds. The exhiliration of the blow-off valve releasing between shifts and the jerk of sudden explosive acceleration is out of this world.

Swerving in and out of traffic like a total douche-bag but whatever, its a dream right? I notice a spiral ascension coming up with speed limits. I do not heed the warning as I usually don't. Limit of 75 MPH is reasonable; I can do it at 100. Too much traffic! I down-shift in a panic and jam the brakes. Narrowly missing a car and the side-wall I come to a steady roll of 80 mph. Regardless, the spiraled part of the highway rises around three or four times. The thrill is still there!

The highway straightens out and a tunnel is up ahead into the mountainside. Fantastic! I immediately become over-excited as I know what turbocharged cars are like surrounded by concrete. The reverberation of sound is like literal orgasm in the ears. I tease the traffic behind me to give myself a little room to breath. Once I get some track ahead of me I down-shift and speed up. Not too fast but 25 pounds per square inch of compressed air is enough to engulf the entire tunnel in hissing and growling. Gorgeous sound, absolutely beautiful.

Eventually traffic comes to a halt. Too many cars, too many people. If only it were night, if only the tunnel were empty... I wait, five minutes, ten minutes, thirty... what is the hold up? The air is getting dense and stuffy. Too many cars, too many people.

Time goes by waiting, teasing the engine, the hissing, the howls; I want it back! I shut the car down and get out to stretch. Moments later a man runs by followed by the FBI (I know this because they were wearings suits?). I quickly grab my camera out of the car and blip it locked with the remote and give chase. What I am expecting I have no idea, afterall, I am bored! (btw, this must be a dream because I would never leave a Mk. 4 Supra sitting and give chase for some dude)

I give chase for maybe half a mile and an explosion brings down parts of the tunnel in front of me. I notice the men chase off into a hole in the tunnel off into the mountain. Interesting, a cave was here lit up by bioluminescent crystals. The ambience is peaceful. Dust floats in the air freshly disturbed. The dust is slightly reflective and sparkles like angellic phantoms. In the end we reach a chamber. The walls crumble down to reveal ancient architecture. Scupltures of religious figures and heiroglyphics.

The man the FBI is chasing seals the chamber, grabs two of the men, and vanish. He leaves me with one FBI agent. The FBI agent throws his arms in the air and plops down and lights a cig. He seems cool and collect just catching his breath. I, being the noob that I am, gawk at the statues, the symbols, and the crystals. It is all so new to me. The agent notices me and says "What a beautiful sight eh?" he is a sort of inspiring man simply by his voice. He has the type of voice that could soothe a serial killer, deep, soft, with a hint of an ebonics accent. He has an air of philisophical brilliance about him.

He asks "any idea what any of this means?" in which I respond "Beats me, how would I know?" We both stare at the statues in silence. I state "You know, some of these parts seem to be lighter than the other. This indicates a shift in color" the statues were all the same relative color and any hint of pigmentation has faded. "Yeah, but that doesnt mean anything" he said "what you should be looking for is a way outta here!"

I shrug and slightly shake my head "Man, any hints at all? Your the FBI, I am just some dude!" "Yeah but your the dude that is going to get me out of here so you better get working on it" says the agent. I can tell he is testing me, he sits and puts one leg up on his knee. He takes a deep hit on his cig and lets it out. He twirls the cig around and looks at it as if deep in thought.

Oh well, best get to work I think to myself. I scrape the statues with my hand to wisk away the dust. The styling is to inricate, so detailed. I move to one section and notice that behind the statue there are many luminescent crystals. I have a feeling in my gut that something is here. The statue is of a woman enveloped in thick armor. The shoulder pads have circles on them as if to grab onto. I grab the statues right shoulder pad and I can feel something warm, the circular part feels hollow and can be seen through, although the vision is obscured by old age. I get closer and the agent gets up, dusts off his knees, and states "Well, I think it is time..."

I wake up and realize that I slept in half an hour. I pick up my phone and wonder why my alarm clock didnt go off. I look at the time and my alarm starts to ring. Is this a dream too? Am I losing my mind? How is it possible that my alarm would go off the instant i look at my phone? I am losing it huh.