when last we left our hero

Mar 04, 2011 12:28



I just woke from a dream which, from what I can surmise was perhaps the 5th installment? of a film series that was a kind of mix between the Wire and Indiana Jones/National Treasure? it was seemed to be an ongoing dramatic narrative involving urban crime families, the law, and maybe the mob as well, while stretching across the backdrop of cobblestoned europe and the lost treasured artifacts of history.

when we joined the tale, I had just escaped from something and from the place that i start remembering:
me and Method man were secretly and quietly and quickly making our way up this mountain slash tower--it was like a slanted cliff inside what once seemed to a tower so there was stones and a shaft like quality but roots and rock and earth. below us were gang members that we snuck past, a gang that up until shortly before Meth had been a part of, and then we heard them yelling how the "Chain" was coming, the chain being the slang term for when a large group of gang members rolled up, like the "Posse" of old. he started hustling super fast to get to the top, where was hidden some ancient treasure (probably courtesy of the Nazis) buried in some secret and forgotten room of the ruins we were climbing towards/through.

we made it. got the goods. and got into my car which was up there and drove it back down past our shadowy nemeses, me crouched crouched in the back, meth driving in case they recognized the car they wouldnt match it with the driver, but also slouched low enough so to hopefully not be recognized himself. we slowly passed them and under sunrise twilight we pulled down the street and another to a quiet place where people we were with were waiting. Meth and I swapped cars begrudgingly, as turning benedict and teaming up with me was not necessarily born out of desire but need and because his car was a sweet refurbished white-with red-interior Dash Dart (thought he front of the cab did not look like one but more of a jetson bubble space car), and I took off through what looked like the streets of Prague.

wtf, the wire/indiana jones/national treasure, method man, dreams

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