what would you do if you murdered someone...?
I had the most amazing dream last night.
It didn't start out amazing cause well... I murdered three people.
But don't judge me too hard. At that point in the dream I was in some sort of action movie alternate universe were I was a trained killer.
I don't remember why i was shooting these people in the head but I do know that one of them was this guy.
This random dude from the aussie TV show I'm currently obsessed with at the moment. Maybe his crime against society is that his eyebrows dont match his hair. I do very much hate when thats the case with people.
Anyway the fact is, he was one of the people who felt my wrath before I escaped out a garbage chute of the hotel I was assasinating in. It was all very badass.
But then.... apparently my dream decided to have a social conscience and turned from "harmless campy action movie" to "gritty reality drama-thriller". I was suddenly realising that I would have to run away. That I would have to leave and never look back.
It all became very vivid and involved from then on.
I went to my friends place and was packing up my stuff in a frenzy.
- I was making plans to empty my bank account of all funds so I would only have cash and wouldn't be able to be traced.
- I was planning the location that I would drive to before I would ditch my car (i decided on someplace not too far away since the police would probably think I would either leave the country or gun it to another state - they wouldn't think I would just go rural in my own state).
- I was coming up with a new identity and a backstory for which I could use to explain why I didn't have any ID for when I went looking for employment when I ran out of cash (the backstory would include an abusive boyfriend that I was running away from).
- I was planning how I would have to abandon all my clothes and mobile and laptop and therefore I would visit a OP-shop to buy new clothes and a watch (since I wouldn't be able to tell the time from my phone or laptop anymore).
- I would also buy new books at every available OP shop and donate/swap both books and clothes when I would come upon another one in a new town (I would of course need books because I probably wouldn't have access to TV or internet anymore).
- I decided that I would go to a hairsalon and dye my hair black. Brown and blonde was too close and recognisable to my current hair (my photo would no doubt be in the papers) and red was too memorable - i decided against doing a dye-job myself in a public toilet because I would probably stuff it up and a dodgy dye-job would draw even more attention to myself.
- I planned to abandon my car in a car yard (i could even bang it up a bit so it would look less out of place) and bury my numberplates. Hitch-hiking was the obvious way to go.
- I would have a small bonfire of my mobile and laptop since advanced goverments can trace you on those things even if you aren't using them.
- I knew which photo I would allow myself to keep of my family (buried down the bottom of my bag of course).
- I was mulling over what jobs were safe to go for (waitressing, bartending - all paid in cash or in some other unspeakable arrangement with the manager if I had to) that i would be able to leave quickly and quietly if need be.
- I planned to lie low in rural outback towns until I could save enough money and get connections to get a new identity and flee overseas.
All of this planning was travelling through my mind as I packed up my essentials and told my friend goodbye forever and not to tell her sister (who was sitting obliviously on the couch watching TV the whole time) anything about what had happened. And to tell the police nothing.
And then just as I was about to drive off on the adventure of my life...... I woke up.
I was panting for air and my blood was sizzling with adrenaline. There was no way I could go back to sleep after that.
Creepy huh, how vivid dreams can be. How even over 12 hours later I can still recall the intricate details of my plan to escape.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am very soon turning this journal into FRIENDS ONLY, and I will be doing a major friends cut. Shouldn't make much a difference since most of my f-list seem to not be using their LJ's anymore anyway haha.
I think I shall go watch Thor now.
It didn't start out amazing cause well... I murdered three people.
But don't judge me too hard. At that point in the dream I was in some sort of action movie alternate universe were I was a trained killer.
I don't remember why i was shooting these people in the head but I do know that one of them was this guy.
This random dude from the aussie TV show I'm currently obsessed with at the moment. Maybe his crime against society is that his eyebrows dont match his hair. I do very much hate when thats the case with people.
Anyway the fact is, he was one of the people who felt my wrath before I escaped out a garbage chute of the hotel I was assasinating in. It was all very badass.
But then.... apparently my dream decided to have a social conscience and turned from "harmless campy action movie" to "gritty reality drama-thriller". I was suddenly realising that I would have to run away. That I would have to leave and never look back.
It all became very vivid and involved from then on.
I went to my friends place and was packing up my stuff in a frenzy.
- I was making plans to empty my bank account of all funds so I would only have cash and wouldn't be able to be traced.
- I was planning the location that I would drive to before I would ditch my car (i decided on someplace not too far away since the police would probably think I would either leave the country or gun it to another state - they wouldn't think I would just go rural in my own state).
- I was coming up with a new identity and a backstory for which I could use to explain why I didn't have any ID for when I went looking for employment when I ran out of cash (the backstory would include an abusive boyfriend that I was running away from).
- I was planning how I would have to abandon all my clothes and mobile and laptop and therefore I would visit a OP-shop to buy new clothes and a watch (since I wouldn't be able to tell the time from my phone or laptop anymore).
- I would also buy new books at every available OP shop and donate/swap both books and clothes when I would come upon another one in a new town (I would of course need books because I probably wouldn't have access to TV or internet anymore).
- I decided that I would go to a hairsalon and dye my hair black. Brown and blonde was too close and recognisable to my current hair (my photo would no doubt be in the papers) and red was too memorable - i decided against doing a dye-job myself in a public toilet because I would probably stuff it up and a dodgy dye-job would draw even more attention to myself.
- I planned to abandon my car in a car yard (i could even bang it up a bit so it would look less out of place) and bury my numberplates. Hitch-hiking was the obvious way to go.
- I would have a small bonfire of my mobile and laptop since advanced goverments can trace you on those things even if you aren't using them.
- I knew which photo I would allow myself to keep of my family (buried down the bottom of my bag of course).
- I was mulling over what jobs were safe to go for (waitressing, bartending - all paid in cash or in some other unspeakable arrangement with the manager if I had to) that i would be able to leave quickly and quietly if need be.
- I planned to lie low in rural outback towns until I could save enough money and get connections to get a new identity and flee overseas.
All of this planning was travelling through my mind as I packed up my essentials and told my friend goodbye forever and not to tell her sister (who was sitting obliviously on the couch watching TV the whole time) anything about what had happened. And to tell the police nothing.
And then just as I was about to drive off on the adventure of my life...... I woke up.
I was panting for air and my blood was sizzling with adrenaline. There was no way I could go back to sleep after that.
Creepy huh, how vivid dreams can be. How even over 12 hours later I can still recall the intricate details of my plan to escape.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am very soon turning this journal into FRIENDS ONLY, and I will be doing a major friends cut. Shouldn't make much a difference since most of my f-list seem to not be using their LJ's anymore anyway haha.
I think I shall go watch Thor now.