Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/11/2019
By Yurilolita
So my nightmare was this: I woke up in the middle of the night and turned on the tv And was watching the new latest twilight zone show that Jordan Peele made and it had two episodes or so The first one Justin Bieber Starred as himself in an episode called "the Glass Pool" Where Justin Bieber challenged media if he got 500,0000 likes or so, he would conquer his fear of water Specifically a long fear of swimming pools Seems simple right? In the end of the day he was able to drum up the views, likes and shares on his initial video and his good friend and media advisor, Sean, backed him up the entire way supporting him. Sean and others suggested that Bieber film his entire progress for the fans until the final day, on Livestreams and snaps and a couple posts on his channel Bieber posted in and out of local hotspots, and sitting on his kitchen countertop, doing squats all getting amped for the final day After much production and building tests, a set was built for the big day, lovingly called "The Glass pool" It was previously named the "Glass ceiling," but after many feminist complaints it was changed pretty quickly The glass pool was made not of glass but out of a thin breakable plexiglass plastic material That would be suspended over an empty Pool Overhead, several gallons of suspended pool water and wooden pallets to keep the set sturdy and safe Bieber would walk into the pool set as if it were a room through a door And bring a waterproof camera to document the expirience Every day, he would wake up early And, if not followed, stare absentmindedly at the rigged pool up until the final day On the big day , known as #thebeiberchallenge or #glasspool19, people flocked on social media to try challenges of their own or just show support Bieber's friend Sean prepped him on what to say, and got him passed his initial jitters Even Kim Kardashian wrote a post on Twitter about it As Bieber did a final pose and laugh in patterned swim shorts, he was ushered into a blindfold and lead into the pool Live audience members were coaxed one after another to stand on the uneasy plastic cube like standing on thinned ice When Beiber unmasked himself in the empty pool there was no one there, but he could hear cheers and applause resonating above him from the crowd As he lifted his head He stared up at the cluster of motionless, dead eyed crowd starring down back at him And gaped in horror For the next 4 seconds There was no rebuttal or cheery quip he could say The plexiglass broke through Someone screamed as pallets splintered Suddenly the pool violently filled with water, bodies, and debris Bieber let out a gasp as his lungs filled with liquid and the world went black He woke up The cameras were out now, no crowds, no pool He was back at home on his sofa soaking wet His iconic backwards cap still on and filled with chorine And his house was filled with wet limp people, assorted haphazardly around the house The sound of a beer can fizzing filled the air as Sean stepped out of his kitchen "Oh hey, you're finally up, bud." "Bruh, what happened?" "You past out completely dude! The whole thing was crazy! For real! It was a mess, you should've seen in bro. The media loved it. You're officially number 1 trending!" "...." "I mean, I admit it, maybe we went a little overboard on making a huge unstable pool, but you did it bro! You're officially in the spotlight! You should make a shout out message to the OG fans out there, they were really concerned for you dude." "Nah, I'm good. I'll do it tomorrow, maybe. My head really still hurts from it- ow" "Well, take it slow dude" "Thanks. Hey, why are all these people here, again?" "Well, after the shoot, a couple people got injured during the pool scene..nobody died or nothing-a scrape here, a stitch there... So we decided to let them stay at your house for the night to improve your reputation. No legal action filed- and an experience to hang out with the biebs!" "Oh, sure. Ok." Bieber rubbed his head. "Yanno, I'm actually glad I did this. It was definitely life changing-even if I wasn't conscious for most of it. I feel really positive about the experience as a whole. I think I might've really cured my fear bro!" Justin's foot locked onto a body with a thud "Aw really? That's great bro!" Justin stepped back a little. "Uh Sean?" "Yeah?" "Why are there two people on the floor in trash bags?" Sean sucked his teeth. "Aw yea. Sorry I forgot about that bro. Yeah, unfortunately two of the peeps didn't make it. You understand, bro." Justin turned in horror. "Wait, but you said everyone was alive...," Sean shook his head "....to the public," he smiled. "But for a moment there we thought we lost you too bro! Everyone wrote you all these heartfelt messages on instagram,, you should really check em out!" Bieber crouched down. "Sean, these people are still moving! These people are still alive! Hey, hey there,,, are you alright? You've got a bump on your head man, you good? Alright, just take it easy ok? Ok." He looked back up at Sean. "Haha, PRANKED. You should've seen the look on your face! Ha.... you know, for a mansion, there's not many blankets around here.... We started giving out trash bags to those contestants who wanted one! Ordering 14 would've taken too long." "Not.. not cool bro." "Haha, Hey! Don't get mad at me dude! Hey. I know what would cheer you up-There's somebody who you should meet." Sean stared at a dark silhouette gone silently watching in the hallway. The figure moved closer, illuminated faintly by the LED glow of the kitchen A petite woman with a sunken head and small features smiled back at Bieber's gaze. Her features were small compared to her cartoonishly large ears, and tiny glasses fitted on a smooth balded head. Her hips were wide, but they were protruded bone and barely held up her pants or Walmart shirt. "Justin, I want you to meet Ella. She's my girlfriend. She's really wanted to meet you." Justin stared awkwardly and then regained his composure. "Hello." "Hiiii.." "It's uh, nice to meet you. It's always nice to meet a fan." She swayed back and forth. "I really like your music." "Oh really? Thanks! I really like your shirt, Ella. Do you like any, uh, song in particular?" "I could sing it to you if you'd like." She giggled. "ALL of them." Justin Bieber paused awkwardly. "Well uh, not right now I guess." He motioned to all the sleeping bodies around the floor. "Honestly Biebs she's been dying to meet you. She couldn't stop talking about you in the car on the ride here. I can't believe she got so shy all of a sudden." Bieber starred up at Ella's head. "What uh,,, erm-" Sean cut him off knowingly. "Ella's been fighting stage 4 cancer for a while now. She's in chemo rn dude." (Sorry about the random cliff hanger. My mom had a cooking emergency cleanup) "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you get better, soon. Never stop fighting." Ella nodded, but her unwavering smile never left her face. "Dude I never knew you had a GF. You never told me you two were so close." "Yeah, well we've been pretty tight. Oh shit! I'm so glad that you finally got to meet. You know, we're so glad you made it bro. Ella's so happy to up in person alive bro. Seriously man, you made her day." He chuckled uneasily. "Yeah bro, I'm- im glad to be alive too? Bro? It was really a tight squeeze out there. But I think I've finally conquered this thing-" "I mean, not that it would've mattered to her whether she'd meet you dead or alive man. We never knew what would happen with the set up... But we're so happy about the turn out man! We're glad your alive to see this!" Sean and Ella looked at each other and laughed. "What..,, what do you mean." "Well, while you were unconscious, Ella and I were able to cut a bits and pieces of your scalp for hair!" "You see, Ella needs a new wig for her to wear for her days in chemo. So, we took bits and pieces here and there from you and some of the guests of the house. But to graft all those bits on, we're gonna need a full scalp from one of these peeps. But check it bruh! My GF will have a new head of hair! And then you'll always be with her!" Ella held up a ziplock full of assorted bits and pieces of skin and hair. Bieber surveyed the unconscious crowd to see a patch of hair missing from each person. He gently extended his hand to the back of his head and felt blood seep between his fingertips. He looked down at the couple in garbage bags. "Well?!! Isn't that cool bro?" The couple stepped closer smiling and eager for his response. Bieber leaned past them and called out in the empty hallway. "Mommmm, where did you say you hired these creeps again??" But the dark void of the hallway did not answer. And that was how the first episode ended Commercials for yogurt played in between and some kinda medicine I fished around in the dark for water and icecream. The second episode began running and I dashed onto the sofa quickly getting into position I kinda missed the title But it said something on the lines of "The journal" or "The ------ next door" It was all narrated and shown in a third person Perspective of this lady writing in her journal or typing on her typewriter The camera was always positioned just slightly above her head Her voice plain, but enthusiastic, quite like the medicine commercials I watched last "Dear journal, I'm writing to you in my very own house! Well, perhaps not yet, I still have a few strings attached and forms to fill out with the landowner and all. But can you imagine? I'm living here in Smokey creek and my first day here has been, amazing. Just amazing. It'll be nice to finally get away from the city," she writes in a red journal at the foot of a bed. "There was just too much fog for me," she adds, "not enough air and not enough sun. It was just so cramped and stuffy there! And not enough people to talk to. Well with all this good weather I hope I can make some good friends. With Love, Jude" The scene flashes to some weeks ahead. Jude is seen peering out from a window. "Dear Journal, things have been well. I made good friends with my next door neighbor. She really liked the muffins I made- all home made from the heart! I don't believe in all the ingredients they put in food nowadays- too many GMOS and not enough love. Maybe soon, we'll be good enough friends and she can come over sometime. Oh journal, something newsworthy did happen this week. A man stopped by from the neighborhood and knocked on my door. He was wearing a fedora, and welcomed me with my own personal welcome basket!" *A shot a lanky man smoking in the doorway is shown "He really did wanted to get to know me better, but I didn't want to put any impression on him like that. Not like I'm ready for any of that or anything yet!!! I'm a woman on my own, alone in my new house! But oh, journal, I've been seeing him around corners and the local shopping centers and public library. Do you think I should say hi? Chao, Jude ♡" Flash forward an amount of time or so Jude is setting a table in a charming pink house for four seats. She sets a tray of meat and greens down and pours some water. The narration rolls. "Dear journal, Sorry for the late entires- all the late entires. Although I became good friends with my neighbor, I kept on seeing that man- a lot really. I'm uncomfortable. Ive moved- somewhere quaint with a view to the mountains." (Pictured mountains) "Since I've moved from Smokey Creek, I have new roommates! I feel really secure with this bunch by my side. Theres a couple named Tish and Jaden here, and old lady Annabelle who is really into dominoes! Somedays, i miss my old neighbor, we hugged before I left. But! I'm thankful for the new friends I have here. It's a bit cramped in here, but enough to fill a house full of love ♡. It's a beautiful view to write to, and I can't wait to look forward to waking up to it every morning! Yours Truly, Jude" Time flash forwards some more. The pink home is quieter now, with Jude only setting two placements at the table now. "Dear Journal, Oh journal, things have gotten so bleak in the house lately. After Anabelle died, we had a small ceremony at the cemetery last week. It was short- old people don't have too many friends that are with the living you know. But she had us! Found sewing till the very end. But I have bigger more important things on my mind- Recently I saw that strange man from Smokey Peak- he's been following me! Of all the nerve! He's been scaring me a little- sometimes I catch him- staring up at me in the driveway in the middle of the night. I don't like it at all, journal. And I caught him talking to Tish the other day! I warned her about him, but she pretends that she never spoke to him. And I can't blame her." "Lately she's been so pent up with stress this season. She says that Jade's missing. She's been so stressed. No one has wanted to tell her the alternative, but I've heard the rumors on the street. That maybe Jade wanted to leave. They were always fighting one way or another. Tish has been crying day in and day out. She'll practically talk to anyone about it! I wanna give her a nice hug and tell her it'll be ok. Maybe a hug will make her feel better in the morning. Truly, Jude-y" Time elapses forward again, this time to a larger, emptier house. Jude arranges fresh flowers in a watering can outside on her porch. "Dear Journal, I couldn't stay in the little pink house any longer. With Tish's stress and pressure it felt like the house was not a home anymore. I needed more room you know? The warm sun, makes me wonder why did I even move back to a small space in the first place! When I hugged Tish, she slapped me and called me a "bitch". How rude journal! After all of my hard work to cheer her up! Well, I'm starting fresh again- and I have some exciting news to share! I have a new friend- a BOYFRIEND♡!!!!!!" Cut to a scene with Jude bumping carts into a man in a purple suit and mustache At the supermarket "Yessiree I am a new woman! And get this- HES THE MAYOR!!! It all started with a big crush- when he brought muffins over fresh from his church! We both! Like muffins! Crazy, right? And get this- he wants me to be an active voice and friend to my community! Aah, is this a match made in heaven? And better yet, we were able to run into each other accidentally at the supermarket- and well, one thing lead to another, and! He's paying for dinner!! I'm so excited! This girl is officially taken by the nicest, sweetest man on the block! Oh I'm so happy! " Jude stares out at the big lawn from her typewriter. "Now that I have a big backyard, I'm so excited to throw 'evening soirées' or cheerful tea times with neighbors! A pity it has no pool... but that's not stopping me! I'm going to be the next political "ITgirl" with the mayor in my arms, I'm sure to make a splash! Hugs and kissesXOXO, Jude Flash forward later, Jude is peaking out from her shed. She is holding the paper "Dear Journal, I CANT BELIEVE WHAT THAT--THAT BITCH DID TO ME. Whats the word for bitches but for men? That bastard! THAT- that DICK. There I said it! THAT DICK! DICK!DICK!DICK! Do you know what he hit the presses with?!? A scandal! He told every detail of our steamy affair to the press! And didn't hold back anything! Oh journal, Im so heartbroken I could break down and cry. And now I'm here in my shed avoiding what I believe to be a paparazzi at my door! So many people our outside! How would I know he was married? An influencer, a charmer like him! That scoundrel!! We had 5 dates! Perhaps I went too quickly on being intimate with him? Some men just can't stand intimacy like that anymore! But who am I to blame?" Jude dully flips to the headline: MAYOR FOUND MURDERED, DETAILS TO FOLLOW "All I did was love him, and shared my love with him- I share my love with everyone! With great big hugs that squeeze that bad feelings all out! The papers are so awful journal- 'body found with large bite marks and large chunks missing' 'Judith Whitman a teeth match' he even told them about our intimacy!" Judy stares out at the man in a fedora holding a speaker in front of police vehicles from the shed. The scene flashes backwards in time to a steamy session with the mayor and her on a bed "All I did was give him a couple love marks, that's all." The scene shows her in first person perspective scampering onto the bed making full eye contact with the screen. "After all-" She twists the viewers hairy arm ripping pieces of the arm off while a disoriented voice cries out in pain. It gets to a point where the scene is too gruesome to look at but you're forced to as she rips away at skin and tissue. You can feel her driving her teeth and nails into your body and the mayors cries are now replaced with your own. "Everyone deserves to be loved, right?" When I woke up I swore could almost faintly bite marks on my arm and stomach from white turn slowly back to pink And that was my dreams!