CAR 54 WHERE ARE YOU?
before i went to bed last night, i did some mental exercises to ensure that i dreamed... when i saw what was floating around my unconscious, i almost wish i hadn't...
i was in some sort of gas station near my house. the sort of dream landscape that is both familiar and alien at the same time. i was at the end of a long line at the register, waiting.
an old car rolls into the parking lot, and several men get out, looking quite suspicious. and one has a gun...
a handgun, but somehow he thinks he can hide it by putting a washcloth on it.
i begin screaming at everyone, pulling on their clothes, trying to warn them, but they simply ignore me. seconds later they enter, demanding money.
when i hand over my money, with some sort of slight of hand i extend a bill, then retract it, fooling one of them.
the rest take off, with the one with the handgun making sure nobody moves... when his head explodes.
it was as if the skin on the back of his head was violently ripped open and draped over his forehead...
(they do not even show such graphic killings in the movies. i dont know where my unconscious gets this material)
everyone in the store begins to cheer loudly, as the cashier lifts high his smoking rifle... when he himself is gunned down by the other thieves, followed shortly by the cheering customers.
i escape out the back of the store, and hide in alleyways until i find my way home...
i was in some sort of gas station near my house. the sort of dream landscape that is both familiar and alien at the same time. i was at the end of a long line at the register, waiting.
an old car rolls into the parking lot, and several men get out, looking quite suspicious. and one has a gun...
a handgun, but somehow he thinks he can hide it by putting a washcloth on it.
i begin screaming at everyone, pulling on their clothes, trying to warn them, but they simply ignore me. seconds later they enter, demanding money.
when i hand over my money, with some sort of slight of hand i extend a bill, then retract it, fooling one of them.
the rest take off, with the one with the handgun making sure nobody moves... when his head explodes.
it was as if the skin on the back of his head was violently ripped open and draped over his forehead...
(they do not even show such graphic killings in the movies. i dont know where my unconscious gets this material)
everyone in the store begins to cheer loudly, as the cashier lifts high his smoking rifle... when he himself is gunned down by the other thieves, followed shortly by the cheering customers.
i escape out the back of the store, and hide in alleyways until i find my way home...