Ok, so I had this really wierd dream.
I came home from work today around 1:30-2ish and passed out asleep. I drew so much blood today and was just on my feet for too long that I needed a good nap. The remember the following from my dream.
I was in a major city that resembled new york though it was still miami and I spent my days working in a large office building for a friend. When I took my lunch everyday, I would get a sandwich from a deli or something then eat on a grassy "island" in the middle of where 3 streets intersected. Everyday when I would go out there, there would be a strange old man with a guitar case that had a gigantic machine gun in it and I would sit there and watch him practically spin around while discharging it into crowds, but it was always just blanks and he was just a crazy that got kicks making tourists shit themselves and I would giggle cynically while I sat casually and watched tourists run and dive for cover from the noise.
One day after work I was further uptown to meet my family in a restaurant that was in a gas station for whatever reason and I got there early, still having a sandwich in my pocket, and no regard for eating a large meal right before dinner, I spotted a similar island to my lunch spot and sat down behind a metal fence on the slope of a tiny little hill about 2 feet or so off the ground. I finish my sandwich and look beyond this little black fence that I'm leaning against and I see a young blonde man with two guitar cases again with guns firing into the crowds, but he is actually shooting people to my surprise. He notices me and two people next to me dive behind the rise and starts shooting at the three of us, but between the rise and the fence, he keeps missing and we start crawling for better cover. Perturbed with his inability to hit us despite his persistance he begins walking towards us casually still shooting and we can't crawl fast enough. The two others with me try to get up and run and are shot in the backs and for a moment I am out of his sight because he has to go around the fence so I opt to play dead. I lay there grinding my teeth and looking out from under my arm so he can't see my face and I espy his boots right next to me. He laughs heartily then to test if I'm faking discharges three rounds into my left hip and I just lay there grinding my teeth until he left. I went to check on the other two guys and treat them for thier wounds but everybody was gone by the time I came got up. Apparently medics picked everybody up but me.
So I cross the street to the gas station where I am held up at gun point and my wallet is demanded of me. "Are you going to discharge a firearm in a gas station, you stupid idiot?!" I just started snapping at the guy and telling him to get a job and shouting that I wasn't afraid seeing as I just survived three bullets already that day and the wounds were still bleeding and I'd appreciate not having to deal with stupidity too. My parents show up and the guy leaves. Meanwhile the bleeding has mostly stopped. I checked on my own interventions and find that once the blood was cleaned up that one bullet grazed the front of my hip leaving a really crazy abrasion, one went in and out further towards my butt and the bleeding stopped there, but the third bullet was lodged in my hip bone. My parents are not concerned at all about any of this and insist I stay for dinner, but I decide to call 911 anyways.
I dial 911 on my cell phone and I got a wrong number. The second time try to explain what happens and the girl just sat there saying, "yupp, yupp, yupp, gotcha, sure thing" and said she'd send a black and white over. I told her I needed an ambulance and she seemed confused to I hung up on her too. I called a third time and the operator asked my adress I limped out to the street ticked as all hell about not getting help, check the signs tell and she tells me an ambulance is on the way. The thing is I knew she just lied to me. After 20 minutes, no ambulance shows up, but Andrew and bunch of the 10th and 11th graders that used to work under me in the school plays show up. I call Drew over and tell him, "Guess what, I got shot first after all." and I show him my wounds and he looks at them jealously. Weird huh.
I get so mad about the ambulance not showing up, that my wounds have already stopped bleeding that my condition is stabalized and I had to do it all myself while they putz around that I decide to go to the street and flag down an ambulance because now I just want the bullet removed. Because I feel it when I walk and I don't like it. I flag down a fire truck and it turns out to be a tourist attraction thingie like those stupid double decker busses you see with a million japanese tourists taking picture of everything they pass, but its a converted fire truck.
Friggin Hell I shout, then I get so mad I woke myself up.
I was in a major city that resembled new york though it was still miami and I spent my days working in a large office building for a friend. When I took my lunch everyday, I would get a sandwich from a deli or something then eat on a grassy "island" in the middle of where 3 streets intersected. Everyday when I would go out there, there would be a strange old man with a guitar case that had a gigantic machine gun in it and I would sit there and watch him practically spin around while discharging it into crowds, but it was always just blanks and he was just a crazy that got kicks making tourists shit themselves and I would giggle cynically while I sat casually and watched tourists run and dive for cover from the noise.
One day after work I was further uptown to meet my family in a restaurant that was in a gas station for whatever reason and I got there early, still having a sandwich in my pocket, and no regard for eating a large meal right before dinner, I spotted a similar island to my lunch spot and sat down behind a metal fence on the slope of a tiny little hill about 2 feet or so off the ground. I finish my sandwich and look beyond this little black fence that I'm leaning against and I see a young blonde man with two guitar cases again with guns firing into the crowds, but he is actually shooting people to my surprise. He notices me and two people next to me dive behind the rise and starts shooting at the three of us, but between the rise and the fence, he keeps missing and we start crawling for better cover. Perturbed with his inability to hit us despite his persistance he begins walking towards us casually still shooting and we can't crawl fast enough. The two others with me try to get up and run and are shot in the backs and for a moment I am out of his sight because he has to go around the fence so I opt to play dead. I lay there grinding my teeth and looking out from under my arm so he can't see my face and I espy his boots right next to me. He laughs heartily then to test if I'm faking discharges three rounds into my left hip and I just lay there grinding my teeth until he left. I went to check on the other two guys and treat them for thier wounds but everybody was gone by the time I came got up. Apparently medics picked everybody up but me.
So I cross the street to the gas station where I am held up at gun point and my wallet is demanded of me. "Are you going to discharge a firearm in a gas station, you stupid idiot?!" I just started snapping at the guy and telling him to get a job and shouting that I wasn't afraid seeing as I just survived three bullets already that day and the wounds were still bleeding and I'd appreciate not having to deal with stupidity too. My parents show up and the guy leaves. Meanwhile the bleeding has mostly stopped. I checked on my own interventions and find that once the blood was cleaned up that one bullet grazed the front of my hip leaving a really crazy abrasion, one went in and out further towards my butt and the bleeding stopped there, but the third bullet was lodged in my hip bone. My parents are not concerned at all about any of this and insist I stay for dinner, but I decide to call 911 anyways.
I dial 911 on my cell phone and I got a wrong number. The second time try to explain what happens and the girl just sat there saying, "yupp, yupp, yupp, gotcha, sure thing" and said she'd send a black and white over. I told her I needed an ambulance and she seemed confused to I hung up on her too. I called a third time and the operator asked my adress I limped out to the street ticked as all hell about not getting help, check the signs tell and she tells me an ambulance is on the way. The thing is I knew she just lied to me. After 20 minutes, no ambulance shows up, but Andrew and bunch of the 10th and 11th graders that used to work under me in the school plays show up. I call Drew over and tell him, "Guess what, I got shot first after all." and I show him my wounds and he looks at them jealously. Weird huh.
I get so mad about the ambulance not showing up, that my wounds have already stopped bleeding that my condition is stabalized and I had to do it all myself while they putz around that I decide to go to the street and flag down an ambulance because now I just want the bullet removed. Because I feel it when I walk and I don't like it. I flag down a fire truck and it turns out to be a tourist attraction thingie like those stupid double decker busses you see with a million japanese tourists taking picture of everything they pass, but its a converted fire truck.
Friggin Hell I shout, then I get so mad I woke myself up.