okay.. here's a really freaky dream for you.
i was living in my old house at galston, out on the front patio with dad, and over the road there was this awesome car out the front of the person's house across the road. it was purple, and was kinda long, almost like a limo, but its shape was something between a modern commadore and some oldish car from the 60's or something that had been done up. the guy who had it was a car enthousiast, getting it fixed up by the guy who lived across the road.
so anyway i pointed it out to dad and he was like oh cool. wierd thing it had a trailor on the back...? anyway the guy came out and he was this bulky muscly kinda guy with a beard and a wild rough kind of look, but he was friendly and was talking to us politely about the car. then dad sort of was talking to him and it turned out we were going to borrow the car to go down the shops (short trip - round the corner and along a bit).
so then we were in the car and driving down the shops. it was amazing inside, black matte finish (whatever that means), kind of nondescript and minimal but amazingly stylish and impressive. i looked back to the back seats to see how long the car was and it sure was long, tons of room, it was like the back of a limo, i said to dad gee look at the back seats, amazing!
anyway we got down the shops and were looking for a park. it was a fair bit different there than real life, there was this grassy parkland where some kind of markets was going on, it was very busy - quite crowded even (specially for galston). so we were driving around this parkland looking for a carpark (pun not intended), and at some stage i realised it was actually a dog that was pulling the car. he was kind of small and old but it seemed quite normal that he should be able to pull the car. he did it well enough but he was getting distracted by this and that, trying to drink water that was being sprayed around here and there, and it was very crowded and hard to manouver. we went round in circles a bit and didn't have much success.
so anyway without parking the car, we somehow ended driving up the footpath which lead past the bottle-o (which now was higher up nearer to the road than in reality). as we got up the steep footpath to the bottle-o, the dog started really tiring out, going quite slowly - until he stopped and kind of fell over and was obviously quite sick. all the time i was feeling we should do what we were meaning to do here and get back cause we have this guy's car!
i hopped out, and got this glass that was sitting on the ground beside the bottle-o door. it had had something in it so i gave it a rinse out with a tap just near by and filled it up and tried to give the dog some water. when i put it up to his lips he drunk a tiny bit but then started regurgitating all this clear liquid (water too i guess) back into the glass! poor thing was very sick, i was feeling worried and anxiety about it all.
i was then squatting down on the ground and trying to sort out glasses. the glass i had was a coke glass, identical to ones we have at home here now. in the garden was also a pint glass, which we also have one of. i had realised there was this kind of basket attached to the side of the car - which currently looking nothing like it used to - it was more like an olden-day cart. i was squatting down there trying to figure out which glasses were mine, the ones i already had in the basket (there were about three there) or the other ones i had been using.
as i was doing that i kind of looked up and this girl was sweeping. she worked for the bottle-o and was in a uniform but i could tell from her black, purple streaked hair that she was as goth. i was a little excited cause i was like.. ooh, they have goths here in galston! perhaps i can make friends!
so anyway something happened at this point. it's hard to define... but it's where the really freaky bit starts. i think i had looked inside the dimly lit bottle-o and then realised something. i had realised that the man who lent us his car was a killer. and that somehow - in retrospect i figure it to be from borrowing his car - he had turned me into the next killer in the line. then i got a sense of what i looked like. i was this really freaky twisted person in some kind of black suit, with an old fashioned hat a very pale and sickly face with a scar here and there, and a disturbing, twisted smile.
then i'm not quite sure how it happened - again in retrospect, i figure it was from smashed glass - but my arm had been slit deeply and blood was slowly dripping down it in a line. i realised that was part of the ritual of the killer i had become, to have blood dripping down their arm and coming to a halt just at their wrist. then it was time to start running towards my kill.
so i started running along the footpath that goes alongside all the shops, pushing past people who would stare at my in horror and disbelief, i would just keep running because i wouldn't be alive much longer. i was in a line of suicide-killers. it was kind of like a disease that was passed on from person to person, though i hadn't had any thought of how i would pass it on. i got away from the shops and was running along the cracked bitumen path back towards my home. i had some kind of weapon in my hand, i figure it must have been a long shard of glass, or maybe some crude home-made knife.
i realised that the bulky, bearded guy who had lent us his car had killed my mother. but i didn't hate him for it. that was his job to do that, and i decided who i would kill would be his mother, who was in the house across from mine. it wasn't revenge though, just a suitable choice because of its evenness. i was running and i could hear my breath, as if through a microphone that was too close - a bit distorted. i could hear it all around my ears as if it surrounded me. i was puffing heavily from the running, and also from my twisted killer self psyching up for the kill.
as i neared the corner, with the blood still dripping down my arm in something of a straight line, i saw the bearded guy driving past in a car from the direction of the shops behind me. he leaned out the window of his car and made the gesture to me of slitting my wrist. that confirmed that i was to do it just before my kill, so i would be dead very soon after my victim was. i was almost a little bothered by him doing that, because i already knew i was supposed to do that and him doing it indicated that i didn't know. but i was also bothered because in reality i didn't actually know i was supposed to do that, i hadn't done it yet after all.
i was almost at the corner breathing loudly and envisaging the neighbours house i would go into soon to kill the bearded man's mother, when i woke up.
....O_O
so anyway i pointed it out to dad and he was like oh cool. wierd thing it had a trailor on the back...? anyway the guy came out and he was this bulky muscly kinda guy with a beard and a wild rough kind of look, but he was friendly and was talking to us politely about the car. then dad sort of was talking to him and it turned out we were going to borrow the car to go down the shops (short trip - round the corner and along a bit).
so then we were in the car and driving down the shops. it was amazing inside, black matte finish (whatever that means), kind of nondescript and minimal but amazingly stylish and impressive. i looked back to the back seats to see how long the car was and it sure was long, tons of room, it was like the back of a limo, i said to dad gee look at the back seats, amazing!
anyway we got down the shops and were looking for a park. it was a fair bit different there than real life, there was this grassy parkland where some kind of markets was going on, it was very busy - quite crowded even (specially for galston). so we were driving around this parkland looking for a carpark (pun not intended), and at some stage i realised it was actually a dog that was pulling the car. he was kind of small and old but it seemed quite normal that he should be able to pull the car. he did it well enough but he was getting distracted by this and that, trying to drink water that was being sprayed around here and there, and it was very crowded and hard to manouver. we went round in circles a bit and didn't have much success.
so anyway without parking the car, we somehow ended driving up the footpath which lead past the bottle-o (which now was higher up nearer to the road than in reality). as we got up the steep footpath to the bottle-o, the dog started really tiring out, going quite slowly - until he stopped and kind of fell over and was obviously quite sick. all the time i was feeling we should do what we were meaning to do here and get back cause we have this guy's car!
i hopped out, and got this glass that was sitting on the ground beside the bottle-o door. it had had something in it so i gave it a rinse out with a tap just near by and filled it up and tried to give the dog some water. when i put it up to his lips he drunk a tiny bit but then started regurgitating all this clear liquid (water too i guess) back into the glass! poor thing was very sick, i was feeling worried and anxiety about it all.
i was then squatting down on the ground and trying to sort out glasses. the glass i had was a coke glass, identical to ones we have at home here now. in the garden was also a pint glass, which we also have one of. i had realised there was this kind of basket attached to the side of the car - which currently looking nothing like it used to - it was more like an olden-day cart. i was squatting down there trying to figure out which glasses were mine, the ones i already had in the basket (there were about three there) or the other ones i had been using.
as i was doing that i kind of looked up and this girl was sweeping. she worked for the bottle-o and was in a uniform but i could tell from her black, purple streaked hair that she was as goth. i was a little excited cause i was like.. ooh, they have goths here in galston! perhaps i can make friends!
so anyway something happened at this point. it's hard to define... but it's where the really freaky bit starts. i think i had looked inside the dimly lit bottle-o and then realised something. i had realised that the man who lent us his car was a killer. and that somehow - in retrospect i figure it to be from borrowing his car - he had turned me into the next killer in the line. then i got a sense of what i looked like. i was this really freaky twisted person in some kind of black suit, with an old fashioned hat a very pale and sickly face with a scar here and there, and a disturbing, twisted smile.
then i'm not quite sure how it happened - again in retrospect, i figure it was from smashed glass - but my arm had been slit deeply and blood was slowly dripping down it in a line. i realised that was part of the ritual of the killer i had become, to have blood dripping down their arm and coming to a halt just at their wrist. then it was time to start running towards my kill.
so i started running along the footpath that goes alongside all the shops, pushing past people who would stare at my in horror and disbelief, i would just keep running because i wouldn't be alive much longer. i was in a line of suicide-killers. it was kind of like a disease that was passed on from person to person, though i hadn't had any thought of how i would pass it on. i got away from the shops and was running along the cracked bitumen path back towards my home. i had some kind of weapon in my hand, i figure it must have been a long shard of glass, or maybe some crude home-made knife.
i realised that the bulky, bearded guy who had lent us his car had killed my mother. but i didn't hate him for it. that was his job to do that, and i decided who i would kill would be his mother, who was in the house across from mine. it wasn't revenge though, just a suitable choice because of its evenness. i was running and i could hear my breath, as if through a microphone that was too close - a bit distorted. i could hear it all around my ears as if it surrounded me. i was puffing heavily from the running, and also from my twisted killer self psyching up for the kill.
as i neared the corner, with the blood still dripping down my arm in something of a straight line, i saw the bearded guy driving past in a car from the direction of the shops behind me. he leaned out the window of his car and made the gesture to me of slitting my wrist. that confirmed that i was to do it just before my kill, so i would be dead very soon after my victim was. i was almost a little bothered by him doing that, because i already knew i was supposed to do that and him doing it indicated that i didn't know. but i was also bothered because in reality i didn't actually know i was supposed to do that, i hadn't done it yet after all.
i was almost at the corner breathing loudly and envisaging the neighbours house i would go into soon to kill the bearded man's mother, when i woke up.
....O_O