Dreaming Diasaster

Oct 02, 2006 07:36

A man is visited by a two member SWAT team. The team leader barks orders at the usually larger team, which is set appropriately at the amount of targets plus a few. Since they are going after one man, there are only two. They pound on the door, the man opens and awaits instructions. Without any aggression towards them, the "team" slams the man back with an electrified stun shield, then they beat him relentlessly with batons.

Two young teenage boys are riding a bike: one pedaling, the other on the back pegs. The one on the pegs by comparison to the boy pedaling is quite pale. The boys are exchanging words about the bite the boy on the pegs received from a dog who is only described as mean. As they ride the boy in the front moves and it is discovered that the bite, obscured by the pedaling boys head, is deep and infected and the boy has lost a substantial amount of blood (thus the zombish pallor)

A sting is being planned against many of the friends I hold. I go inside to find them docile, clogged with drink and smoke, and unable to care even for themselves. I bask in the angst. (predominately opinion, most of this was retrospection, not a omniscient experience)

I eat all of the spinach in a fridge, ignoring another green leafy product. I am reprimanded. I then win a vote for my political party of choice. I then eat newly discovered spinach sticks.
Previous post Next post
Up