Damn Kids
I had a dream last night...........
I was filled with a sick sense of dread. Someone was going to kill me today. So I had to be on my guard. I
didn't want to die. I'd died once before and I had no intention of letting it happen again. So I had to be careful because someone was going to try to kill me today.
It wouldn't be the lady with the cake. It was a multicolored cake. I had hoped for chocolate but it was probably vanilla and I said as much when someone asked. But it looked nice and had a lot of good frosting. I thought about getting more frosting but I was too busy trying not to be killed.
I walked through the house and there was the little girl that killed me before and she was going to try again. Except she wouldn't get me this time. Got lucky last time with a little poison blade deep between my knuckles. But not this time. I was bigger and stronger and I patted her down once, twice, as many times as it took until she had no more weapons on her.
I wasn't going to die again, not so easy. Not the same way as last time. You killed me once, now get lost. Not again. No way.
So I walk her to the door to kick her out because she's not leaving and I don't like her here the way she looks at me like she wants to kill me - 'cuz she does. And there in the yard in the long grass just off the porch is a guy. And he says he's going to kill me today. He's got a hanful of wires.
I say he's welcome to try with the wires but I've had worse.
Well he throws his wires at me. And each wire has a plastic bead stopper at each end. I don't know how they bite in with those stoppers on but they go through my skin, and I'm annoyed. I pull them out and snap them off and throw them back. And he throws more at me. I'm not really impressed at this. I say it'll take more than that to kill me. And I snap them off and throw them back and yell at him to knock it off. And that goes back and forth for a while until I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of tearing wires out of my skin and I see that I'm bleeding from all the little holes from the wires going through my skin and the blood is welling up in big black-red drops on my legs - why am I not wearing long pants I wonder? So I think I must go inside. I tell the man who wants to kill me that we'll just count it on paper as a kill and I'd like very much if he'd just leave me alone and let me be because I'd like to rest and not have people trying to kill me thank you very much. So I slam the door and lock it and tell them not to let anyone in.
I wrap myself in a big white towel to catch the blood but it seeps through in bright flowery spots. I think about taking a shower to wash the blood off and I feel kind of shaky. The blood is soaking through the towel. It's turning red. I don't know if a shower will help. I'll be losing blood. I don't know if a shower will stop the bleeding.
Maybe I will die today...
And then I woke up.
I was filled with a sick sense of dread. Someone was going to kill me today. So I had to be on my guard. I
didn't want to die. I'd died once before and I had no intention of letting it happen again. So I had to be careful because someone was going to try to kill me today.
It wouldn't be the lady with the cake. It was a multicolored cake. I had hoped for chocolate but it was probably vanilla and I said as much when someone asked. But it looked nice and had a lot of good frosting. I thought about getting more frosting but I was too busy trying not to be killed.
I walked through the house and there was the little girl that killed me before and she was going to try again. Except she wouldn't get me this time. Got lucky last time with a little poison blade deep between my knuckles. But not this time. I was bigger and stronger and I patted her down once, twice, as many times as it took until she had no more weapons on her.
I wasn't going to die again, not so easy. Not the same way as last time. You killed me once, now get lost. Not again. No way.
So I walk her to the door to kick her out because she's not leaving and I don't like her here the way she looks at me like she wants to kill me - 'cuz she does. And there in the yard in the long grass just off the porch is a guy. And he says he's going to kill me today. He's got a hanful of wires.
I say he's welcome to try with the wires but I've had worse.
Well he throws his wires at me. And each wire has a plastic bead stopper at each end. I don't know how they bite in with those stoppers on but they go through my skin, and I'm annoyed. I pull them out and snap them off and throw them back. And he throws more at me. I'm not really impressed at this. I say it'll take more than that to kill me. And I snap them off and throw them back and yell at him to knock it off. And that goes back and forth for a while until I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of tearing wires out of my skin and I see that I'm bleeding from all the little holes from the wires going through my skin and the blood is welling up in big black-red drops on my legs - why am I not wearing long pants I wonder? So I think I must go inside. I tell the man who wants to kill me that we'll just count it on paper as a kill and I'd like very much if he'd just leave me alone and let me be because I'd like to rest and not have people trying to kill me thank you very much. So I slam the door and lock it and tell them not to let anyone in.
I wrap myself in a big white towel to catch the blood but it seeps through in bright flowery spots. I think about taking a shower to wash the blood off and I feel kind of shaky. The blood is soaking through the towel. It's turning red. I don't know if a shower will help. I'll be losing blood. I don't know if a shower will stop the bleeding.
Maybe I will die today...
And then I woke up.