Double check your bed and breakfasts.
I was in the mountains with this mostly Caucasian Christian cult. We were having a meeting in a big room in one of the houses about who in the community has been sinning. Long tables bordered the walls and everyone was sitting at the tables. While I was waiting for the meeting to start, I looked over to the door which was on my right and a gay dude was standing in the doorway and he seemed to be flirting with me. And then later on during the meeting, some chick on my left wrote some checkboxes for me to check on the back of her copy of the meeting agenda. I think one of the checkboxes had something to do w/ hooking up w/ her and the other checkbox had something to do w/ asking if I thought Rebecca Bruner was stupid/if I wanted to kill Rebecca Bruner. Becca was sitting on my left and noticed her name on the paper in front of me so she asked if it was about her and I said no and quickly hid the paper. Also, there was a random middle-aged Chinese couple who seemed to be tourists testifying at this meeting. Both sexual advances from the gay dude and the chick seemed tempting and I was thinking about how to pull them off w/out ending up w/ a noose around my neck.
So it turns out people who even sinned the tiniest bit were being condemned by the cult leaders as major sinners and sentenced to death by hanging in the courtyard. I vaguely remember a woman sitting on a stool in the center of the room desperately trying to argue her case. And failing.
Now we're in the courtyard. It's evening and overcast. Some EZ up tents are up and under these tents are where they're hanging people. There's a stool in the center. The person to be hanged sits on the stool. They put a noose around their neck, thread the rope through the top supporting bar of the tent, and when it's their time, the executioner pulls on the other end of the rope really hard. For some reason, the EZ up didn't collapse and death was swift even though you thought it might linger because this process is essentially strangulation and not a snapping of the neck.
At one point, they put a man on this stool. He seemed like a middle-aged rocker type w/ shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a mustache and beard. I was standing right in front of him with some observers and his family and friends. I thought he was one of the most stand up persons I'd ever met and he shouldn't be hanged, but I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want my ass on that stool. His only daughter was there too. She was a cute little girl no older than 5. She kept climbing all over him trying to hold on to him. I don't think she understood what was going on. She just wanted to be w/ her daddy. Ultimately, I had to restrain her and her daddy was telling her to be strong etc. and I kept trying to cover her eyes but she kept pulling at my hands. I'm pretty sure she saw her daddy die two feet in front of her.
Somehow, I decided to make a break for it. I didn't want to die in the mountains at the hands of some fanatical strangers so I just bolted and ran down the mountain w/ the leaders and his henchman following me all the way to the bottom. At the foot of the mountain off a country highway, I finally came to a bed and breakfast which was the front of operations for this cult. For some reason, I could only escape the settlement by going through the bed and breakfast starting from the 2nd floor because I remember having to run downstairs and I don't remember going up them. Mostly toward the end of the chase around the bed and breakfast is what I remember about fighting the leader and henchmen. Apparently, I knew karate and tried to kick and punch them, but my hits didn't seem to faze them in the slightest. At one point, I stabbed some guy in the arm pit w/ my car key and I could see it pierce him and the tip come out of the fleshy part toward the front of the shoulder.
I ran around to the parking lot and jumped in my car a bright yellow Hummer or Scion xB, something boxy, and I locked the doors. When I got in my car, my friend Justin Hill was sitting in the passenger seat and I yelled at him, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE CAR!!" because I didn't trust anyone at that point and I didn't need someone turning me in after I'd already gotten all the way down the mountain. The leader caught up to me and he was standing at the passenger door glaring at me through the window but not doing anything. Justin was sitting there all chill like he is in real life and he just calmly said that he needed a ride to Vegas.
Vegas was only half an hour to an hour from the crazy mountain bed and breakfast cult. I dropped Justin off at his hotel and I was going to say I could just take him back home so I would have someone to ride w/, but he said that he had to be in Vegas for another day or two. I dumped my car at the airport and caught a flight home instead. All the rest of the passengers seemed to be famous or semi-famous actors and actresses. We were all on the plane storing our luggage. It wasn't a normal plane. Everyone loaded their own luggage and the passenger cabin was downstairs. Instead of a suitcase, I had a shoe organizer that hangs in the closet except mine was on wheels so I could push it around. I was afraid all of my stuff would fall out because it would be a bumpy flight so I started taking everything out and organizing them so they would fit neatly in a bag or my pockets. Then a young Dustin Hoffman (at least I think it was him--I know it was a classic actor type) walked in and said "I'm the greatest wrestler! I'm looking for the greatest mud wrestler." He wanted to fix a match between him and the greatest mud wrestler and he was going to do it for only a quarter or a penny. I forget which. Anyway, I was the greatest mud wrestler he was looking for.
So it turns out people who even sinned the tiniest bit were being condemned by the cult leaders as major sinners and sentenced to death by hanging in the courtyard. I vaguely remember a woman sitting on a stool in the center of the room desperately trying to argue her case. And failing.
Now we're in the courtyard. It's evening and overcast. Some EZ up tents are up and under these tents are where they're hanging people. There's a stool in the center. The person to be hanged sits on the stool. They put a noose around their neck, thread the rope through the top supporting bar of the tent, and when it's their time, the executioner pulls on the other end of the rope really hard. For some reason, the EZ up didn't collapse and death was swift even though you thought it might linger because this process is essentially strangulation and not a snapping of the neck.
At one point, they put a man on this stool. He seemed like a middle-aged rocker type w/ shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a mustache and beard. I was standing right in front of him with some observers and his family and friends. I thought he was one of the most stand up persons I'd ever met and he shouldn't be hanged, but I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want my ass on that stool. His only daughter was there too. She was a cute little girl no older than 5. She kept climbing all over him trying to hold on to him. I don't think she understood what was going on. She just wanted to be w/ her daddy. Ultimately, I had to restrain her and her daddy was telling her to be strong etc. and I kept trying to cover her eyes but she kept pulling at my hands. I'm pretty sure she saw her daddy die two feet in front of her.
Somehow, I decided to make a break for it. I didn't want to die in the mountains at the hands of some fanatical strangers so I just bolted and ran down the mountain w/ the leaders and his henchman following me all the way to the bottom. At the foot of the mountain off a country highway, I finally came to a bed and breakfast which was the front of operations for this cult. For some reason, I could only escape the settlement by going through the bed and breakfast starting from the 2nd floor because I remember having to run downstairs and I don't remember going up them. Mostly toward the end of the chase around the bed and breakfast is what I remember about fighting the leader and henchmen. Apparently, I knew karate and tried to kick and punch them, but my hits didn't seem to faze them in the slightest. At one point, I stabbed some guy in the arm pit w/ my car key and I could see it pierce him and the tip come out of the fleshy part toward the front of the shoulder.
I ran around to the parking lot and jumped in my car a bright yellow Hummer or Scion xB, something boxy, and I locked the doors. When I got in my car, my friend Justin Hill was sitting in the passenger seat and I yelled at him, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE CAR!!" because I didn't trust anyone at that point and I didn't need someone turning me in after I'd already gotten all the way down the mountain. The leader caught up to me and he was standing at the passenger door glaring at me through the window but not doing anything. Justin was sitting there all chill like he is in real life and he just calmly said that he needed a ride to Vegas.
Vegas was only half an hour to an hour from the crazy mountain bed and breakfast cult. I dropped Justin off at his hotel and I was going to say I could just take him back home so I would have someone to ride w/, but he said that he had to be in Vegas for another day or two. I dumped my car at the airport and caught a flight home instead. All the rest of the passengers seemed to be famous or semi-famous actors and actresses. We were all on the plane storing our luggage. It wasn't a normal plane. Everyone loaded their own luggage and the passenger cabin was downstairs. Instead of a suitcase, I had a shoe organizer that hangs in the closet except mine was on wheels so I could push it around. I was afraid all of my stuff would fall out because it would be a bumpy flight so I started taking everything out and organizing them so they would fit neatly in a bag or my pockets. Then a young Dustin Hoffman (at least I think it was him--I know it was a classic actor type) walked in and said "I'm the greatest wrestler! I'm looking for the greatest mud wrestler." He wanted to fix a match between him and the greatest mud wrestler and he was going to do it for only a quarter or a penny. I forget which. Anyway, I was the greatest mud wrestler he was looking for.