From Sean's Dream Journal: 11/30/2004
This dream starts somewhere in the middle ...
I'd recently started another part-time job, this one at a full service gas station/truck stop in the middle of backwoods-redneck nowhere'sville, run by the inbred psycho-hillbillies from Night of 10,000 Corpses.
My goal everyday was to finish up my assigned tasks as quickly as possible and clock out so I could leave before nightfall (which was when the psycho-hillbillies started their daily mayhem and blood-lust fest).
Eventually it came to the point where I had failed to meet my daily expectations and as night fell I was still in the back office finishing up paperwork and devising an escape plan.
Also at some point I remember there was a girl involved with my fear and panic filled escape attempt, but I don't remember who it was or even if it really mattered since she was probably just scenery dressing set up to betray me at some point down the road in an unexpected plot twist.
It's sad to think that while some people have the choice of black and white or color, I dream in cliche.
Long story short, I woke up around the time they were hooking me up to a grisly barbecue/rending machine that kind of resembled those giant saws they use at a lumber mill (only with chunks of meat and splattered blood all over it).
stay tuned for more exciting episodes,
---> snakeoil
I'd recently started another part-time job, this one at a full service gas station/truck stop in the middle of backwoods-redneck nowhere'sville, run by the inbred psycho-hillbillies from Night of 10,000 Corpses.
My goal everyday was to finish up my assigned tasks as quickly as possible and clock out so I could leave before nightfall (which was when the psycho-hillbillies started their daily mayhem and blood-lust fest).
Eventually it came to the point where I had failed to meet my daily expectations and as night fell I was still in the back office finishing up paperwork and devising an escape plan.
Also at some point I remember there was a girl involved with my fear and panic filled escape attempt, but I don't remember who it was or even if it really mattered since she was probably just scenery dressing set up to betray me at some point down the road in an unexpected plot twist.
It's sad to think that while some people have the choice of black and white or color, I dream in cliche.
Long story short, I woke up around the time they were hooking me up to a grisly barbecue/rending machine that kind of resembled those giant saws they use at a lumber mill (only with chunks of meat and splattered blood all over it).
stay tuned for more exciting episodes,
---> snakeoil