Dream: Windmills and fog, waters and cold

I was sitting on a porch—it might have even been my own, but I was sitting with a girl I knew in middle school, who was somehow merged into my cousin as well. She and these boys we were with were smoking, and then I noticed the gigantic white windmills—the ones in Mackinac City, except there were three of them. They make me nervous, because they’re so huge and they spin so fast.

And then one of the tops, with the blades and everything, flew off, right at us. I watched it tumble through the air, and then it bounced in the street right in front of us and tumbled toward us. I ducked, but it went over me, slamming into the house behind us. I think the boys we were with were killed or otherwise disposed of, and I looked up at the windmills but found that I could barely see them anymore. There was a sudden fog that rolled in far too quickly, and me, being the person I am, knew it was because “Silent Hill was coming.”

Using game logic, I decided that we had to find the ladder up to the windmills and somehow disable them from turning, because when they were came loose, they were acting like propellers. I could see glimpses through the fog, and realized the sky was bloody full of windmills. Full. There wasn’t even that much land between the house and Lake Superior, but it was packed with windmills. The fog was shifting the way it does in SH2 when you’re in the beginning and running toward town through the Cliffside path.

I grabbed the arm of the girl I was with and started off towards the shore, where the windmills were situated. There was a rusty ladder leading up to these gratings, and the girl insisted it would takke us to the windmills, so I climbed up. Instead of windmills, it was a boat ride into the lake. I thought this was a horrible idea and we must have been crazy to get on a boat.

The water was super choppy, and the waves were huge—15-20 feet, definitely too big for a small boat like we were on, all lined up in single file. The girl I was with sat in front of me and I thought it was strange that she no longer turned around or spoke. I watched the first wave crash in, and the boat kept on top of it, even though the waves were folding over.

I saw a whale’s tail, and tried to point it out, but the waves kept rocking us. When the water reared up, it was like a window into the lake, and I could see orcas in front of us, and humpbacks, and I was really amazed by this, very much amazed. It was as if I could freeze the frame and spend a few moments staring into the water-window, watching the whales drift by.

I noticed that the girl in front of me had a life preserver on, and I checked, and so did I. This was good, because the boat was sucked out from beneath me. I started to try to swim (I can't swim, so I was thinking of ways to float and propel myself) toward shore, and thought “if only there were some dolphins around, they’d help.” And then I felt a porpoise beneath me, helping me toward shore, but it was a small whale rather than a dolphin.

I thought it was odd that they’d be in fresh water, and this water was so cold—I knew whales and orcas were all right with that, but I was still thinking there might be dolphins. I got to shore and suddenly it was like I was reading a book because I read: “And she was rather disheartened to find that Alice did not return.” Alice being the lady who played Christabella in the movie of Silent Hill.

This part may be unrelated, but eventually I was in this building, with lots of staircases. It was almost like a tour being led by Schwartzenegger or something, and we were supposed to be practicing simple stunts or something like that. One of them involved making it to the ground when the walkways were made out of slats of vinyl siding, definitely not enough to support anyone’s weight. I saw that the guide person was standing in front of the simplest way down, which was a ledge which ran into a ramp part where the floor rose. I made it around him and hopped the two feet to the floor, and he said “oh why didn’t I think of that?” But I could feel an edge of disdain in his comment, and I knew he would try to injure me or kill me during the course of the tour.