Scary Egos
Last week I dreamt Hollywood villains Freddy Kreuger and Jason were trying to kill me. Although my mind played out several scenarios in which I almost won, I wound up waking up as one of them was about to write my last act.
Not willing to start the day that way, I daydreamed ways that I could have won. After several dead ends, I remembered the story of A Thousand and One Arabian Nights and how a sort of non-bargained bargain was made each day for a story for a life. I figured that even villains, especially villains, have egos and would want their legacy publicized.
In my nightmare rescript, I made deals to stay alive for some extra days by writing articles on the villIains. I wrote an expose on Freddy, the bad guy most intent on offing me, and it ran in a newspaper. The evening of the day the story was published, he came to kill me. But was thwarted by Jason, who wanted me to write an expose on him. So, they fought and Jason killed Freddy. Then I did Jason's article. The day it ran he came to kill me, but was stopped by some other psycho who wanted his story told. And on and on this cycle went until there was a massive bad-guy war over who would be the next evildoer featured. There were several casualties in this war. The Bogeyman. Bedbugs. Plaque. They were all victims of their egos. And eventually they all killed each other. And I lived, now famous and rich. But forever stuck with the unfortunate nickname "The psycho's profiler."
Not willing to start the day that way, I daydreamed ways that I could have won. After several dead ends, I remembered the story of A Thousand and One Arabian Nights and how a sort of non-bargained bargain was made each day for a story for a life. I figured that even villains, especially villains, have egos and would want their legacy publicized.
In my nightmare rescript, I made deals to stay alive for some extra days by writing articles on the villIains. I wrote an expose on Freddy, the bad guy most intent on offing me, and it ran in a newspaper. The evening of the day the story was published, he came to kill me. But was thwarted by Jason, who wanted me to write an expose on him. So, they fought and Jason killed Freddy. Then I did Jason's article. The day it ran he came to kill me, but was stopped by some other psycho who wanted his story told. And on and on this cycle went until there was a massive bad-guy war over who would be the next evildoer featured. There were several casualties in this war. The Bogeyman. Bedbugs. Plaque. They were all victims of their egos. And eventually they all killed each other. And I lived, now famous and rich. But forever stuck with the unfortunate nickname "The psycho's profiler."