That One Time When Academy and Golden Globe Award Winning Actor Chris Cooper Tried to Kill Me...
cheezy christ on rye, two intense dreams two mornings in a row. what's going on with My brain this week? especially this one, particularly bloody and thematically unlike any dream I've ever had (or at least remembered).
in this one some broad and I were kind of like slaves in some walled city, and with help from moneyed people in another city we were able to make good our escape, involving a large coat and some kind of fake pass/id (multipass?) situation. anyway, we make it through the guarded gate (likely inspired by My recent jaunt through Skyharbor and Ft Lauderdale airport security) and are picked up in two separate vehicles. My ride is driven by an older fellow who looks suspiciously like Chris Cooper, and in the back seat with Me is a guy who is closer to My own age. both are wearing jackets and ties and are basically some kind of secret agent type characters. turns out they're highly trained and armed to the teeth.
so we arrive at our destination and get situated. then I guess a few days have gone by the way they do in dreams - it's just suddenly later on in the time-line. the guys and I have returned from taking care of the days business and the girl is nowhere to be found. I do discover a message from the dream's antagonist, though, in the form of an empty ammo clip laid across the rim of a water glass on the night stand. (is that from some movie or something? I get the weirdest sense of déjà vu, like I've seen it somewhere before, but if not I like the idea of that as some kind of calling card. anyways...)
so we discuss the guy who left his calling card, Chris Cooper knows him. during the tale (which in dreams is always a visual tale of course, not someone just relating something) it turns out the bad guy is also Chris Cooper. well, you know, not HIM but another dude that looks like him. and certainly not the guy who we've been palling around with. so Chris Cooper 1 heads out to work on locating the woman, while the other guy (who throughout the dream regularly alternates from being a white dude and a black dude) guns up and then we head out to make a getaway.
we head down to the parking area to gather up the car when we stumble across Chris Cooper 1's gun (complete with silencer) laying on the asphalt. this does not bode well. so I scoop up the gun, check the clip (because suddenly the former slave knows about guns, right?) and black/white dude and I duck down behind the nearest car. carefully watching through the windows I see Chris Cooper 2 approaching, and he is obviously not in the mood for fucking around. he stalks around the vehicle, knows perfectly well that we're near by. as he passes toward the back of the car, black/white dude slips around the front and creeps to the vehicle on the other side. Chris Cooper 2 realizes something just happened and wheels around, moving back to the front. with his back to Me, I raise My gun and fire directly at the back of his head.
*click, click...click*
fucking dreams: even though I had checked previously that the gun was still loaded, the clip is now inexplicably without ammo and quite useless. I duck down swiftly as he turns toward the sound My piece of shit useless weapon had made and studies the lot. I quietly shuffle toward the back of the vehicle as he moves slowly, and he begins to turn toward Me - he knows I am there and is intent on filling My face with as many bullets as are left in his weapon. waiting for My inevitable death, I resolve to not go down without a fight, and pull a knife out from shit knows where.
black/white dude still silently hiding behind the car on the other side of Chris Cooper 2 realizes I am about to die, and by way of distraction noisily drags his foot across the asphalt, making a loud scuffing sound and drawing CC2's attention. I make no hesitation, leaping up behind the assassin and dragging My blade across his throat. as blood gouts in a noisy splatter, he turns toward Me and begins to raise his gun, the sight of which motivates Me to quickly plunge the blade into and out of his left eye, like a debit card in a gasoline-pump pay slot. I gingerly pluck the gun from his hand as the life drains from him, and once he has sunk to his knees...put the gun to his head and fire off two rounds. Chris Cooper 2 slumps to the asphalt in a wet heap, no longer a danger to My friends and I.
then I woke up, an hour and a half after My alarm had gone off. easily the most violent dream I've ever had, and I've had some bloody doozies. I have no idea where it came from, but wow.
oh, and fear not - as I was waking, Chris Cooper 1 came stumbling out of the darkness, beat the hell up but otherwise still alive. don't know the ultimate fate of the girl, though...
in this one some broad and I were kind of like slaves in some walled city, and with help from moneyed people in another city we were able to make good our escape, involving a large coat and some kind of fake pass/id (multipass?) situation. anyway, we make it through the guarded gate (likely inspired by My recent jaunt through Skyharbor and Ft Lauderdale airport security) and are picked up in two separate vehicles. My ride is driven by an older fellow who looks suspiciously like Chris Cooper, and in the back seat with Me is a guy who is closer to My own age. both are wearing jackets and ties and are basically some kind of secret agent type characters. turns out they're highly trained and armed to the teeth.
so we arrive at our destination and get situated. then I guess a few days have gone by the way they do in dreams - it's just suddenly later on in the time-line. the guys and I have returned from taking care of the days business and the girl is nowhere to be found. I do discover a message from the dream's antagonist, though, in the form of an empty ammo clip laid across the rim of a water glass on the night stand. (is that from some movie or something? I get the weirdest sense of déjà vu, like I've seen it somewhere before, but if not I like the idea of that as some kind of calling card. anyways...)
so we discuss the guy who left his calling card, Chris Cooper knows him. during the tale (which in dreams is always a visual tale of course, not someone just relating something) it turns out the bad guy is also Chris Cooper. well, you know, not HIM but another dude that looks like him. and certainly not the guy who we've been palling around with. so Chris Cooper 1 heads out to work on locating the woman, while the other guy (who throughout the dream regularly alternates from being a white dude and a black dude) guns up and then we head out to make a getaway.
we head down to the parking area to gather up the car when we stumble across Chris Cooper 1's gun (complete with silencer) laying on the asphalt. this does not bode well. so I scoop up the gun, check the clip (because suddenly the former slave knows about guns, right?) and black/white dude and I duck down behind the nearest car. carefully watching through the windows I see Chris Cooper 2 approaching, and he is obviously not in the mood for fucking around. he stalks around the vehicle, knows perfectly well that we're near by. as he passes toward the back of the car, black/white dude slips around the front and creeps to the vehicle on the other side. Chris Cooper 2 realizes something just happened and wheels around, moving back to the front. with his back to Me, I raise My gun and fire directly at the back of his head.
*click, click...click*
fucking dreams: even though I had checked previously that the gun was still loaded, the clip is now inexplicably without ammo and quite useless. I duck down swiftly as he turns toward the sound My piece of shit useless weapon had made and studies the lot. I quietly shuffle toward the back of the vehicle as he moves slowly, and he begins to turn toward Me - he knows I am there and is intent on filling My face with as many bullets as are left in his weapon. waiting for My inevitable death, I resolve to not go down without a fight, and pull a knife out from shit knows where.
black/white dude still silently hiding behind the car on the other side of Chris Cooper 2 realizes I am about to die, and by way of distraction noisily drags his foot across the asphalt, making a loud scuffing sound and drawing CC2's attention. I make no hesitation, leaping up behind the assassin and dragging My blade across his throat. as blood gouts in a noisy splatter, he turns toward Me and begins to raise his gun, the sight of which motivates Me to quickly plunge the blade into and out of his left eye, like a debit card in a gasoline-pump pay slot. I gingerly pluck the gun from his hand as the life drains from him, and once he has sunk to his knees...put the gun to his head and fire off two rounds. Chris Cooper 2 slumps to the asphalt in a wet heap, no longer a danger to My friends and I.
then I woke up, an hour and a half after My alarm had gone off. easily the most violent dream I've ever had, and I've had some bloody doozies. I have no idea where it came from, but wow.
oh, and fear not - as I was waking, Chris Cooper 1 came stumbling out of the darkness, beat the hell up but otherwise still alive. don't know the ultimate fate of the girl, though...