More Adventures In Insanity Land

The landscape is a combination of small, flat-topped hills blanketed with dying grass and patches of evergreen forest. It is overcast; the sky is one large ominous gray cloud being stirred by the cold, biting winds.

My family (in this case, my youngest brother and my father), are playing a game that can only be described as badminton/lacrosse when I approach them to inform them of the phone calls I have been receiving. For the past few hours, I've been receiving calls on my cell phones from four people: two college friends (Lauren and Aubrey), Shewara, and another girl I cannot remember (though I have a sneaking suspicion it was my friend Jessica). They call to tell me that they were buried alive by my family. As my brother and father are playing their game, I ask them, very calmly, why they buried my friends. "Because we thought they were dead," they respond. For some reason I accept this answer, and recruit them to go dig up my friends.

First we go get Shewara, since she is the only one of these four people I speak to on a regular basis, or even have spoken to in the past six months. We drive to where she is buried, and dig up her coffin. She pops out, fine as can be, with a noticeably peeved look on her face. Shewara's safety being secured, we drove to get the other three.

Aubrey and [Jessica] were buried together in a different location, I'm guessing about five miles away in non-dream terms. Neither of them are buried in coffins; they were placed straight in the ground. This section of my adventure is very hazy, as it seems I jumped to getting Lauren after resucing these two, even though I do not have a specific recollection of digging them up. I simply know that we did.

Lauren's rescue is incredibly vivid. We drove to a remote area where there was an old cemetery on top of a hill. The hill was surrounded by a dense evergreen forest. The landscape and weather are very noticeable: it is cold, cloudy, and somewhat scary (if you ever saw The Ring it is something like that). We head up the hill to get Lauren, when we notice a black-haired woman, probably in her late twenties, weeping next to a gravestone. It reads:

MY LOVING HUSBAND
MAY 23, 2000

The woman makes eye contact with us, and then watches intently as we begin to dig only a few feet away from her husband's grave. The digging we do is more like archaeology than actual digging: we use trowels instead of shovels, and kneel on the ground rather than stand. We never actually dig into the surface that much; it appears as soon as we started scraping dirt, Lauren's box appeared on the surface of the ground.

Her Sam's Club Box.

For some reason, Lauren had been buried in one of those flat carboard trays that you get when you buy groceries at Sam's Club. In the tray with her was a variety of grocery items: mostly cans of food (soup, and I distinctly remember pasta sauce and crushed tomatoes). There may have also been some cheese and some bags of snacks. In any event, Lauren herself was on the right side of the tray, sealed inside of a large potato chip bag. The bag was much larger than a normal size, but still nowhere near big enough to hold a full-grown human being, which made me wonder how she managed enough maneuvering to place a cell phone call. I leaned over, opened the bag,

Then I woke up.