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I was wearing a head brace. I think they call it a halo. Big metal hoop thing that goes around your head and has screws that hold it in place and somehow attaches to the shoulder harness type thing. I was wearing one of those. It was all black though as if made of wrought iron. I also had my arms in pretty much the same thing. Do they even make them for your arms? I dont know. Anyhow, yes, I had the iron looking harness thing going down the entire length of both arms.
A very Italian looking man in a suit was walking next to me. (Did I mention that I am walking down a hallway with all this on?) He walks me into this room and tells me, "Ok, look, as far as they know, you should be dead. They think you are just about on your way out. They are going to come for you tonight and finish off the deal."
At this time I am in a hospital room with a bed and everything. No television though.
"They think you are all broken and you can't move, but check this out..."
At this moment he hits a little button on my arm brace thing, that are keeping my arms from bending, and *click* they bend at the arms.
"Hah, they won't be thinkin' that you will be able to move. They will probably just pull their piece and plug you right here in this bed. That is why you need this."
He hands me the amazing looking nickle plated .38 revolver.
"When they come in here, and you will know who it is when you see them, you pull this out from the pillow and you let them have it... all of it."
He leaves the room at that time and I do not find it bothersome that I have no clue what his name is, but I notice at this time that I am wearing a white button up shirt and a brown vest with a tie. Brown slacks and dress shoes. I lay down in the bed and do my best to look like I am almost dead.
Sadie Mae walks in... my dog... my smelly shar-pei. She walks in and starts smelling around and walks over to my bed and smells at me and just looks stinky... can you smell things in dreams? I just figure she smells regardless of it being a dream.
I take off my head brace halo thing and my arm braces and start playing with the pooch.
At this time my view switches from first person to a third person and I see someone coming down the hallway. They are pretty close. I start grabbing my gear and putting it back on as quickly as possible. I am panicking and trying to tighten screws and hide a gun and everything.
I just get into the bed and situated as the killer comes in. I don't see who it is but Sadie flips out and chases the person away in a barking fury of floppy skin.
I was disappointed in the fact that I never saw who it was so I shed my apparatus and ran after them.
I ended up in some room that looked like it had some sort of party or gathering. Very ballroom looking but without the fancy dresses or suits. And that is when the killer comes at me.
It is Dawn. The little lesbian from my PetsMart days.
She is even wearing the PetsMart uniform, green collared shirt and black pants. She has spiky short blond hair and is wearing glasses and has this crazy smirk on her face. She laughs and pulls out a gun and starts to make her move.
I have no other option. I reach behind me in the waist of my pants and pull out my .38. Now it is a semi-automatic. Still nickle plated and wrapped in a handkerchief. I pull off five shots and Dawn drops dead to the ground.
No one seems to make much of a ruckus in regards to a guy gunning down a lesbian pet store employee in the middle of a party, but I run anyway.
I ditch the gun and run down a hall and into a room. The lights are all out and dammit... wouldn't you know it, some other guy is in here running from the cops! He is crawling on the floor hiding under tables and there are about eight or nine officers with flashlights looking for him. Now if it isn't just my luck to have just gunned down an assasbian in plain view and I run into a room full of cops. I do my best to hide and for a moment no one sees me. They get so close I can see the light on their faces and watch their expressions. The other person on the run gets spotted and the police shoot him several times and then beat the crap out of him with their clubs. I curl up as small as possible in a corner. I feel a flashlight cover me in light and I take in a deep breath.
I wake up.
A very Italian looking man in a suit was walking next to me. (Did I mention that I am walking down a hallway with all this on?) He walks me into this room and tells me, "Ok, look, as far as they know, you should be dead. They think you are just about on your way out. They are going to come for you tonight and finish off the deal."
At this time I am in a hospital room with a bed and everything. No television though.
"They think you are all broken and you can't move, but check this out..."
At this moment he hits a little button on my arm brace thing, that are keeping my arms from bending, and *click* they bend at the arms.
"Hah, they won't be thinkin' that you will be able to move. They will probably just pull their piece and plug you right here in this bed. That is why you need this."
He hands me the amazing looking nickle plated .38 revolver.
"When they come in here, and you will know who it is when you see them, you pull this out from the pillow and you let them have it... all of it."
He leaves the room at that time and I do not find it bothersome that I have no clue what his name is, but I notice at this time that I am wearing a white button up shirt and a brown vest with a tie. Brown slacks and dress shoes. I lay down in the bed and do my best to look like I am almost dead.
Sadie Mae walks in... my dog... my smelly shar-pei. She walks in and starts smelling around and walks over to my bed and smells at me and just looks stinky... can you smell things in dreams? I just figure she smells regardless of it being a dream.
I take off my head brace halo thing and my arm braces and start playing with the pooch.
At this time my view switches from first person to a third person and I see someone coming down the hallway. They are pretty close. I start grabbing my gear and putting it back on as quickly as possible. I am panicking and trying to tighten screws and hide a gun and everything.
I just get into the bed and situated as the killer comes in. I don't see who it is but Sadie flips out and chases the person away in a barking fury of floppy skin.
I was disappointed in the fact that I never saw who it was so I shed my apparatus and ran after them.
I ended up in some room that looked like it had some sort of party or gathering. Very ballroom looking but without the fancy dresses or suits. And that is when the killer comes at me.
It is Dawn. The little lesbian from my PetsMart days.
She is even wearing the PetsMart uniform, green collared shirt and black pants. She has spiky short blond hair and is wearing glasses and has this crazy smirk on her face. She laughs and pulls out a gun and starts to make her move.
I have no other option. I reach behind me in the waist of my pants and pull out my .38. Now it is a semi-automatic. Still nickle plated and wrapped in a handkerchief. I pull off five shots and Dawn drops dead to the ground.
No one seems to make much of a ruckus in regards to a guy gunning down a lesbian pet store employee in the middle of a party, but I run anyway.
I ditch the gun and run down a hall and into a room. The lights are all out and dammit... wouldn't you know it, some other guy is in here running from the cops! He is crawling on the floor hiding under tables and there are about eight or nine officers with flashlights looking for him. Now if it isn't just my luck to have just gunned down an assasbian in plain view and I run into a room full of cops. I do my best to hide and for a moment no one sees me. They get so close I can see the light on their faces and watch their expressions. The other person on the run gets spotted and the police shoot him several times and then beat the crap out of him with their clubs. I curl up as small as possible in a corner. I feel a flashlight cover me in light and I take in a deep breath.
I wake up.