Dream
last week, maybe after some drinks?
Airport and the King of Pop
We are at an airport, and I have a white suit. we hear over the loudspeaker that a gunman is on the loose. I see a moped rider with a mysterious dark helmet and am convinced that that's the guy. I duck down a hallway, hopefully avoiding him. I have some chick friend with me. We go thru the passageway until we get to a larger room.
Michael Jackson is supposedly here too . We open the door and there the King of Pop is with a small entourage...and the Moped guy is there. He takes off his helmet slowly and looks like James Marsden Cyclops with an evil looking smile. He has sunglasses with gold sides. He pulls out a PPK looking pistol (It's black with gold adjustable sights and walnut grips apparently) and we slowly realize it's the killer and he actually is
going to shoot.
MJ apparently has no bodyguards or the worst/laziest ones. I push my friend behind me to protect her, but then see the guy is going for MJ. I insert myself in between MJ and the gunman, grabbing his pistol, pulling it towards me. I put it point blank to me to absorb the bullets, and then struggle with him. I force him to pull the trigger like 7 times, emptying the magazine. All but the last one somehow miss me and everyone. The last one (point blank) hits and hurts like a mother.
He runs off and I kind of slump down. I stagger and am helped up by my friend. MJ says thanks and the entourage pulls him away quickly. We amble for a while and I complain about the wound.
Not really sure what this one really is about
Airport and the King of Pop
We are at an airport, and I have a white suit. we hear over the loudspeaker that a gunman is on the loose. I see a moped rider with a mysterious dark helmet and am convinced that that's the guy. I duck down a hallway, hopefully avoiding him. I have some chick friend with me. We go thru the passageway until we get to a larger room.
Michael Jackson is supposedly here too . We open the door and there the King of Pop is with a small entourage...and the Moped guy is there. He takes off his helmet slowly and looks like James Marsden Cyclops with an evil looking smile. He has sunglasses with gold sides. He pulls out a PPK looking pistol (It's black with gold adjustable sights and walnut grips apparently) and we slowly realize it's the killer and he actually is
going to shoot.
MJ apparently has no bodyguards or the worst/laziest ones. I push my friend behind me to protect her, but then see the guy is going for MJ. I insert myself in between MJ and the gunman, grabbing his pistol, pulling it towards me. I put it point blank to me to absorb the bullets, and then struggle with him. I force him to pull the trigger like 7 times, emptying the magazine. All but the last one somehow miss me and everyone. The last one (point blank) hits and hurts like a mother.
He runs off and I kind of slump down. I stagger and am helped up by my friend. MJ says thanks and the entourage pulls him away quickly. We amble for a while and I complain about the wound.
Not really sure what this one really is about