Dream : Pacific Panic

PACIFIC PANIC 22 Dec 2011



It’s around noon local time when we begin our descent into Honolulu. I, Dave Johnson, and John Duffney are on our way to Australia for vacation. The flight is from Vancouver to Sydney with a stop at Honolulu. We are enjoying a few drinks and generally having a great time. The engines begin to make odd noises. The plane lurches from one side to the next. Passengers start to scream and panic. The pilot comes on the intercom to announce turbulence. The plane begins to sway in all directions. We start to curse because our drinks are spilling. The plane drifts upwards and then starts to spin and fall. I wonder aloud if this is the routine for landing in Honolulu. I can see the plane spin and plummet to the earth. I decide that this is not routine. I see the plane, now dropping vertically from the sky, getting closer and closer to land. It looks like we will hit on a beach. I wonder how much pain I will feel when we land. I’m still wondering when all goes black.

The first sensation I regain is hearing; the sound of waves on a beach. Then I feel the water around me. I just lay there for a while waiting for the pain to start. Eventually I begin to feel the pain; but it is just a light hurting feeling all over. I decide to open my eyes. I see nothing but cloudless blue sky. I begin to think that it is some sort of miracle that the plane split open on impact and threw me gently into the ocean. I lay there for a while, almost afraid to move. I eventually move my head around a bit then push myself up on one elbow. The first thing I notice is the broken hulk of the jet plane. There is no fire so I think that the plane must have landed in the water and then washes up on the beach. I then wonder if I’m the only survivor.

I gently get to my knees and then feet. I notice two other passengers nearby. I go to them and discover it is Dave and John. They are alive and just coming to. I look for more and don’t see anyone. There is no one around at all; I think that there would have been rescue crews or just civilians on the scene by now. I get back to Dave and John and we begin to try to figure it out. We decide that our seat was somehow ejected from the plane and that the three of us somehow survived. But where are the others? How could we have survived with apparently only minor injuries? We conclude that this is only a small Hawaiian island and the rest of the bodies must be in the ocean. We decide to walk down the beach to see if there is any civilization at all here.

We walk for three days before getting a small village. We scavenged what food we could along the way and slept under the stars at night. The villagers seemed amazed at us, but unfortunately no one could speak English. Through sign language and drawings in the sand they sent us on our way to a bigger village, this one with a big boat. We set out and on the second day get to the village. We find someone that speaks a little English and learn we are on one of the smaller islands of Hawaii. From here we can get a boat to a bigger island, from there a boat to Honolulu. We are fed by the villagers and then set sail on a boat of about 20 feet. In 4 hours we reach the next island. We have to wait until the next day to get the boat to Honolulu. We sleep fitfully in a hostel type shanty.

The next morning we head for the boat, which had just docked about an hour earlier. To our surprise it is a big boat, kind of like a small cruise ship even. We learn that lots of tourists like to visit this island. We buy tickets and board the ship. The cruise is an overnight thing. We find a place to eat and sit down for lunch. During lunch I go over the last days since we started the descent into Honolulu. Plane crash, somehow survive, survive days walking on the beach, buy a ticket, buy lunch. I’m kind of surprised that we still had money after our crashing and all. Along about then I notice a security guard giving us the one over. He calls on his radio and another one shows up. I know I shouldn’t be concerned, so I point out the guards to Dave and John. They get concerned also, and we make a plan to get up and then split up and meet later. So we get up and split up. Afterwards I realize that I have all our tickets with me, and more importantly all our passports. As I’m walking along I look up and see my mother walking towards me. I start to grin and move to give her a hug. She gives me a panicked look and pushes me away. I say to her that I’m Chris and what is wrong? She gives me a look of fear and hatred combined and runs away. I notice my aunt is there too and before she can run after my mother I grab her by the arm. I demand to know what’s going on. She says that she lost her son two years ago in a plane crash and then now me, whoever I am, comes up to her and claims I’m her long lost son! Can’t you see it’s me! I ask her. She just glares at me and says that she has never seen me before. I walk away totally confused.

As I wander aimlessly around the decks, I see John being led by two security guards. I decide to follow. They take him to a room. I look inside and I see Dave also. I’m wondering if I should just go. Dave sees me and I give him a shrug of my shoulders as if to ask - what now? He doesn’t do anything, so I bring out the tickets and passports, thinking that with these we could clear up whatever these guys want with us. He gives me a slow nod. I enter and demand to know what is going on. I’m grabbed by a large man and thrown into a chair. The door is slammed shut. I look around and see lots of high tech “stuff” in the room. Now I’m totally confused. Dave does nothing, but I can see he is handcuffed to a bracket on the wall besides his chair. I’m in a large dentist like chair, but this one has straps and they quickly trap me inside it.

A man I haven’t noticed walks towards me. The guards are all native Hawaiians, but this guy is white. He starts to ask me a lot of questions about the plane crash. I just answer what I know. This seems to make him mad. He gives the guards orders in some sort of language. One guard steadies my head while another one swings out an arm from the wall, again looking like the type of thing you would see in a dentist’s office. Another grabs another evil looking device that is wired to a big box on the table beside me. The arm has a long needle like thing coming out the end. I begin to realize what is going to happen and struggle against the straps and the guard who has my head. I manage to twist my head around enough to see John behind me in the same type chair with that arms needle stuck into the corner of his left eye. He is bleeding from the eye and from several spots around his face. He is very still. My head is whipped around and the white dude has the needle and says now you seen what happens when you struggle. I decide I’m done for and relax and wait for whatever to happen. The needle stings a little going in, then nothing but black.

I begin to see the room like I’m floating around in it. The three of us, the guards, the white guy, and all the high tech stuff. Something is nagging my brain and I try to piece it all together. The crash, us surviving, gets on the boat, seeing my mother….. Two years! How could two years have passed? We just seen the plane’s battered hulk about a week ago! Hmmm, it was not on fire, but I remember it distinctly landing on the beach. Then it hits me, I had seen the crash like I was outside and over the plane, like I wasn’t on the plane. Could that be true, that I wasn’t on the plane, and neither were John and Dave? Could it be an Alien abduction perhaps? Now I concentrate on the room. I see now that the guards seem strange looking, as well as the white guy. Then I see the guard with the evil device is bringing it close to my head. I switch back to just blackness. Then a violent burst of light as the guard starts his work on me. I feel a dull pain as my teeth begin to dissolve. Then a feeling of being sliced around the head comes to me. I imagine they want to get at my brain. Who are these guys: The Aliens? - FBI? - CIA? : Maybe another race of aliens?

I conclude that they will probably get my brain, sew me up, put me in a sealed steel coffin and send me home to mother. At least she will get some closure. But then I feel the device on my toes. Then my fingers get attention. Then the guard starts to slice up my legs and arms. I begin to feel more and more pain. I realize that they are going to slice me up and feed my to the sharks and I’ll never be seen or heard from again. I wonder briefly why I should feel pain when I’m surely dead by now. As the pain gets closer to my core, I suddenly awake in a burst of light in my bed here in PEI. I’m drenched with sweat, and head shakily to the shower down stairs.