Wierd Dream Last night...
Normally I don't use this place as a dream post...but then normally I don't remember my dreams...the fact that I remember this one and that it was so strange makes me think maybe I should post it...
So I was needing a new car. I don't know why I didn't have a car in the dream...but I didn't. I got this email from my dad telling me I should get a Volkswagen because they are inexpensive and efficient. So I start looking, and one day when I am walking home from car shopping this guy pulls up in a old red Volkswagen beetle and says "I hear you are needing a car. This ones for sell, my names Stephen by the way."
I take a look in the car and it looks pretty nice so I ask if I can go on a ride along, to kinda get a feel for the car. He says sure and pops the lock on the passenger door. I open the door and climb in, it's more cramped than it looked like from outside. I have to squeeze to get my head inside and even then its pressed against the window and cocked at a wierd angle looking over to the left side of the road.
Steven smiles and says "Cozy huh?" My arms are pinned to my body by the dashboard and my knees are tightly tucked under my chin against my chest. Steven begins to drive and hum along to the song on the radio, when it started playing he got excited and said the name, as if it was a really good song that noone can live without hearing at least once, but I don't remember the song now.
Anyways, at the end of the song he pulls over to the side of the road. It's gotten very dark, but I can see by the glow of the sodium pole lamps an odd look on his face. He pulls out a revolver and places it against my left eye. Sitting like I have for so long I am stiff and can't move before he begins firing. He shot 7 shots through my left eye and out my skull.
And when I woke up, the only thing I could think in a cold sweat was...wait a minute, revolvers only have 6 shots.
So I was needing a new car. I don't know why I didn't have a car in the dream...but I didn't. I got this email from my dad telling me I should get a Volkswagen because they are inexpensive and efficient. So I start looking, and one day when I am walking home from car shopping this guy pulls up in a old red Volkswagen beetle and says "I hear you are needing a car. This ones for sell, my names Stephen by the way."
I take a look in the car and it looks pretty nice so I ask if I can go on a ride along, to kinda get a feel for the car. He says sure and pops the lock on the passenger door. I open the door and climb in, it's more cramped than it looked like from outside. I have to squeeze to get my head inside and even then its pressed against the window and cocked at a wierd angle looking over to the left side of the road.
Steven smiles and says "Cozy huh?" My arms are pinned to my body by the dashboard and my knees are tightly tucked under my chin against my chest. Steven begins to drive and hum along to the song on the radio, when it started playing he got excited and said the name, as if it was a really good song that noone can live without hearing at least once, but I don't remember the song now.
Anyways, at the end of the song he pulls over to the side of the road. It's gotten very dark, but I can see by the glow of the sodium pole lamps an odd look on his face. He pulls out a revolver and places it against my left eye. Sitting like I have for so long I am stiff and can't move before he begins firing. He shot 7 shots through my left eye and out my skull.
And when I woke up, the only thing I could think in a cold sweat was...wait a minute, revolvers only have 6 shots.