dream a little dream
I've gotta try to capture this as best as I can, because I rarely dream, and its even rarer that I remember it, and Internet Explorer shut down when i was typing this for the first time 5 minutes ago, so now i'll probably remember even less. (edit copy..... i can't lose this again!)
I remember the entire time thinking I was living out some movie that I'd either seen, or made up. and it kept going back and forth between first person and then me watching everything happen, with Robin Williams playing my character... It started off first person, playing some kind of game with someone... And the person scratched me up, and our blood mixed, and I had aids. Then I was watching as Robin Williams (me) marched up the stairs, to the top of a window sill, and blew his (my) brains out via gun to mouth. Next thing i know, first person, and through the wonders of new modern technology/science they've somehow salvaged my life, and surgically repaired my face. Its kind of... i dunno, hollow? and real delicate, and obvious to everyone what had happened. So, face intact, I'm walking down a boardwalk with some other dude and two women (we're all in our late 30's I'd say). for whatever reason (its a dream, i can't justify whats going on) theres just a ton of fucking people out on the beach, and the woman i was with is now on the other side of all these people, most of whom are laid out upon the sand, presumably sunbathing. And Im trying to make it through this maze of bodies, and then i realize im being chased, and we're all being chased. This late 30's'ish year old dude with blond hair and an accent of some sort... english. We make it across this beach, and into this building, then a room. This blond dude crashes through the window, and grabs hold of the woman, and asks her some question i couldn't understand. Some piece of information he was trying to gather. I heard her say "Boston", and him say "thats not enough". I guess he was trying to find out the location of something.... I said to him "she just told you what you wanna know, whats the problem!" and he turned towards me. He had these razor blade type things, and grabbed my left hand. He put it on the left side of the window he'd just crashed through, pinky pushed down against a jag of glass, and a razor blade pressed towards my index finger, essentially my hand trapped by sharp things. He then turned back towards the woman. The moment i struggled the slightest bit he pushed the razor down against my index finger. The woman echoed my past sentiments, saying "I told you what i know" and he threw a razor type thing at her, gashing her cheek. As he did that i took a swing at him with my right hand, and he pushed down further, fucking up my left hand pretty good.
Then i woke up, thinking, "well, this dream just took a turn for the stupid, and i want nothing to do with that anymore". there it is......
I just reread that and realized how little sense it made, but then, this is more for me than you.... but i assume someone will have something humorous to say, no doubt.
I remember the entire time thinking I was living out some movie that I'd either seen, or made up. and it kept going back and forth between first person and then me watching everything happen, with Robin Williams playing my character... It started off first person, playing some kind of game with someone... And the person scratched me up, and our blood mixed, and I had aids. Then I was watching as Robin Williams (me) marched up the stairs, to the top of a window sill, and blew his (my) brains out via gun to mouth. Next thing i know, first person, and through the wonders of new modern technology/science they've somehow salvaged my life, and surgically repaired my face. Its kind of... i dunno, hollow? and real delicate, and obvious to everyone what had happened. So, face intact, I'm walking down a boardwalk with some other dude and two women (we're all in our late 30's I'd say). for whatever reason (its a dream, i can't justify whats going on) theres just a ton of fucking people out on the beach, and the woman i was with is now on the other side of all these people, most of whom are laid out upon the sand, presumably sunbathing. And Im trying to make it through this maze of bodies, and then i realize im being chased, and we're all being chased. This late 30's'ish year old dude with blond hair and an accent of some sort... english. We make it across this beach, and into this building, then a room. This blond dude crashes through the window, and grabs hold of the woman, and asks her some question i couldn't understand. Some piece of information he was trying to gather. I heard her say "Boston", and him say "thats not enough". I guess he was trying to find out the location of something.... I said to him "she just told you what you wanna know, whats the problem!" and he turned towards me. He had these razor blade type things, and grabbed my left hand. He put it on the left side of the window he'd just crashed through, pinky pushed down against a jag of glass, and a razor blade pressed towards my index finger, essentially my hand trapped by sharp things. He then turned back towards the woman. The moment i struggled the slightest bit he pushed the razor down against my index finger. The woman echoed my past sentiments, saying "I told you what i know" and he threw a razor type thing at her, gashing her cheek. As he did that i took a swing at him with my right hand, and he pushed down further, fucking up my left hand pretty good.
Then i woke up, thinking, "well, this dream just took a turn for the stupid, and i want nothing to do with that anymore". there it is......
I just reread that and realized how little sense it made, but then, this is more for me than you.... but i assume someone will have something humorous to say, no doubt.