Just woke up from a crazy dream. Needed to write it down.
So Andrea and I are in the Fiesta and we are driving around some unknown city. It must have been during a road trip. There is a storm coming in and we are trying to figure out how to get back on the road and on our way home. There is a sense of us needing to get the heck out of the city and fast. As we are driving none of our GPS devices are working so we are just trying to go by instinct. We end up on what feels like a ramp bridge to cross a body of water – but it ends up to turn into a dead end pier to the water. Above us are bridges that seem to go over the body of water – we are just stuck underneath them.
Unfortunately we are not the only ones that went down the dock so there a few cars behind us as well….
Don and I have been working on our Spanish and it paid off a bit last night. So let me start from the beginning of The Night of The Spiders.
Last night was going ok in Casa Papaya; we stayed up hanging out until about 11. We turned off all the lights in the house and kept only the kitchen light on in order to try to lure all the bugs there. It seemed to be working because there was a quite a collection of various flying bugs there. We were ok if they stayed there but I think we were all a little afraid to go to bed. Don had an idea of making a bug trap we saw on YouTube. Basically you cut a plastic bottle in half and put the top of the bottle upside down into the bottom half. In the bottom half of the bottle you put water or something sweet to attract bugs. We put a mixture of water, juice, and beer. Then we put the bottle on top of a flashlight pointing up. Then we turned off the kitchen light so the only light was the flashlight. We all got on the couch and got under the mosquito net to watch if the bug trap would work.
Basically this trap works by the light attracting the bugs down to the bottom of the bottle. Once the bugs are in there they get stuck in the water; if they don’t get stuck they have a hard time find their way out because the only way out is the small opening of the bottle.
We were having fun and laughing at how ridiculous this was. We were also laughing at the fact this was the latest we had been up all vacation and it was due to making a bug trap. Don would get up and make adjustments to the trap while Kelsey and I stayed in the safety of the net. No bugs were coming near us but we just felt safer in the net.
After about probably 30 minutes to an hour of talking and watching more bugs get trapped we were becoming more tired. Don turned on the kitchen light and we were about ready to call it night when Kelsey pointed to the window at the bottom of the stairs and said “What is that?” I looked over and saw a trail of what looked like ants coming out from the window. Don went over to investigate and confirmed they were not ants, but spiders. This freaked us all out. Don started spraying the spiders with bug spray and they were falling but not dying. He started stepping on them and hitting the ones on the wall with a flip flop. Kelsey and I were hiding under the bug net on the couch. It seemed that a spider hatchery was occurring in our house. The spiders were about the size of a dime so how big was the mother?!
I could see that there were spiders on the floor moving towards our stuff so I got out of the net and Kelsey curled up inside the net. She would yell when one got close to one of us or our stuff. I was stomping on spiders now too. I don’t know how many we killed. Maybe 50, maybe 100, but they kept coming. I noticed that spiders were on the opposite wall now. How long had this been occurring? We had been sitting in the dark focused on a bug trap we made while spiders infiltrated our living space. They were not stopping and Kelsey and I made the call that we could not stay here. I felt extremely disappointed and blamed myself for picking out this place. How could I have known though. If you know Kelsey, you know she is extremely afraid of spiders. She pretty much screams if she sees one. She handled it pretty well though, but I knew even if we were able to kill them all it wouldn’t be good to stay here. What if more came throughout the night when we went to bed?
As Don kept killing we started looking for a new hotel. By this time it is after midnight. Thank God we had WiFi. I found three places that looked good. They were all down in the town of Playa Samara. It’s only about a 5 minute drive. Don called the first one and no answer. Next we called a place called Rancho De La Playa and a man picked up. He did not speak very much English. Don used his Spanish to ask if there was a room for 3. He explained our situation with the arañas. The man understood and told us to come.
We packed up our stuff so fast, while still making sure no spiders were on our stuff. I cleaned up dishes that we used and we made sure the house was back in order except for the excessive amount of bugs and spiders dead everywhere.
When we went outside it was raining and extremely dark. This was like a scary movie. We got to Rancho De La Playa and the man helped us park in the secure gated parking. Then he allowed me to check out the room before agreeing. The room was good, not the best but good. I talked to the man in my minimal Spanish about being able to stay for 2 additional nights. He showed me that we could definitely have it for one more but we will have to talk to the day staff for Friday night.
We got settled in it was about 1:30 am. We were all pretty amped up still. Kelsey and I decided we might as well have some beer. Don went to bed. I stayed up with Kelsey. We talked about the crazy night, passed the bottle back and forth, and then eventually we fell asleep together. The lights remained on through the night.
I know you’re probably wondering about all the crazy pictures we took of the spiders…well sorry no pictures. It was so creepy and crazy we didn’t even think about documenting it until later. Kelsey, however, did try to take some pictures of dead bugs before we left.
By far the best haunted house / zombie experience I have ever had. Each person gets a realistic M16A4 Rifle (infrared) that has safety, single round and 3 round burst settings. Air-soft recoil action. All the zombie actors have electronic sensors. Gotta make the head-shot. Soooooo good. Zombies come charging at you and you let them have it. Three Reloading/Safe House locations throughout. Two Buildings/play areas.http://zombieapocalypselive.com/ This group is doing a small tour, if its coming by you I highly recommend.
So a few days ago I had a pretty goretastic dream. I should have wrote about it then, but I kept forgetting to do it. And since so much time has passed since the dream I’ve pretty much forgotten most of it save for the bits that stick out in my memory.
A few months ago I read a book called Urban Gothic by Brian Keene. If you’ve read it, then you have an idea what kind of dream I had. If not, then lets say the dream was a bit House of a 1000 Corpses, meets Texas Chainsaw, with a bit of Hills Have Eyes. (I know you may think those are all the same movie, but yeah)
Like I said I don’t remember much, but this is what I do remember.
Andrea and I are trapped in some dark rundown house. Not sure what city we’re in. We are being chased around the house by about 4 people. These people are the ugly, mutant looking, homicidal types. Three of them are men, and one of them is a nasty white haired hunched over old woman. She is the Mother of the three men.
The mutant people are chasing us through this house from room to room. We get to this one room where I find what seems to be a thick tree branch. One end has been cut to a spiked point. The crazy lady chases us into the room yelling for her sons to follow her attack. Without giving it much thought, I lunge at the crazy lady and stab the branch spear into her gut. As I’m attacking her she threatens us by telling us that there are more of them. It’s not just the four of them. She goes on to tell us the entire neighborhood is full of her crazy people. And that there is no escape. They will get us. I repeat my attacks, and at some point find myself behind her stabbing into her spine.
This whole part is extremely gorey.
Suddenly, as I am repeatedly stabbing the crazy lady, one of the mutant guys comes up behind me a yells and attacks me. He yells out the word “PEBKAC!”. I quickly turn around shoving him off with the branch/spear and promptly wake up.
Well that’s all I remember about that.
For awhile I had forgotten what the word was, but I remember waking up and thinking that word that he screamed out was actually some weird techy term. Only now did I remember that it was PEBKAC. A quick googling yielded this: slang in technical circles with potentially derogatory meaning “Problem Exists Between Keyboard And Chair”. Odd thing to use as a battle cry.
And now for some random clips of cinema gore.
WARNING the following video clip is TOTALLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Click More for video clip.
Every Sunday Don and I watch The Walking Dead. For the past several Sundays I have felt the same way when the show ends: unsatisfied. Nothing ever happens! Tonight’s episode in particular proved this.
I loved the first season and couldn’t wait for the second to start. But once they got stuck at this freaken farm the show took a turn for the boring. Every episode it was the same thing. The first half of the season was spent looking for the missing girl, only to find she was a locked up zombie in the barn. It sucked they killed her but I thought “yay, now we can move on with the plot! Let’s get off this farm!”
No….the next episodes were spent with everyone in a depression and trying to figure out if they would have to leave the farm. Now after getting into a fight in the town and bringing home an injured teen, we have to get rid of this teen. First of all…why we have to get rid of him is a joke. We nursed this kid back to health and now were going to just set him off to die on his own. When they could just keep the kid and move on from this freaken farm.
So the whole last episode was focused on Rick and Shane fighting over Lori and trying to ditch this kid. By the end of the episode we still have the kid….and is the fight over between Rick and Shane…probably not. Can’t wait for next week for part 2 of the episode where Rick and Shane will attempt to get rid of the kid again and try not to get themselves killed in the process. Then they will return to the farm with no plan. If this show was real, all of these people would be dead.
And yet I keep watching every week. Maybe there’s still hope.