Dream 01.19.08
Eating dinner in a hotel restaurant in France
My sister picks me up and drives through the hotel lobby in her silver SUV
Out through the main doors there is a grand staircase
where the banisters are as wide as a water slide
We begin driving down the staircase
the car bouncing wildly up and down
I begin snapping pictures when we reach the bottom
It is clear midday
The sun shining off the ocean in the distance
The front doors that changed to something of a homely B&B
The terraces that branched off to the side
And then it was night
I asked if I had passed out, because I don't remember anything
And everyone laughed as if I was being stupid
It was dawn
I was in a hotel room, watching TV
the program was giant mechas in battle
I was discussing battle strategies with a red-haired female associate of mine
The hotel disappeared and I was on a cold and rocky beach
I looked north along the coast and saw in the forest that lined the cliffs
some weird metal rigging in the branches
I raced there, wanting to be part of it
It was some kind of movie shoot , for X-Men it seemed like
as Wolverine was there
Everyone was hung on wires for some high-flying stunts
I was involved too
Too enthusiastically I raced ahead of the cast members
along the strange metal catwalk and down a spiral staircase
my wire snapped off
The forest had disappeared
We were now in a sterile white tiled room
The rest were still up on a white-painted metal walkway
while I had fallen below
Then masses of people arrived
I was being jostled and pushed
I scrambled up another ramp to get away
In the center there was a fight or riot
a struggle among men
I got closer to see what it was
I jumped in, because I realized my brand new camera was down there
instead of in my pocket
I pulled people out of my way to get in the center
The sweater I had grabbed moved and the arm raised
The man was holing my camera up, triumphant
He hadn't noticed me hanging on and began running for the exit
I dragged him down
"That's my camera!"
He looked at me strangely and pulled off his sweater
and dashed out onto the beach
It wasn't a movie anymore
I knew I could outrun this man
I knew I could rip off that arm and beat him over the head with it
And I was sorely tempted to do so in front of everyone
But no
he had escaped onto the highway
A high-speed chase began
I tracked him south
then east into the mountains
then down into the suburbs
He turned into a weasel
Running through the bushes
I turned into a fox
And snatch him in my jaws
A voice in my head told me I was allowed to kill
now that he was a weasel
and no one was looking
Impulsively, I bit down hard
snapping his neck
I almost immediately regretted it
I should've tortured the bastard more
My sister picks me up and drives through the hotel lobby in her silver SUV
Out through the main doors there is a grand staircase
where the banisters are as wide as a water slide
We begin driving down the staircase
the car bouncing wildly up and down
I begin snapping pictures when we reach the bottom
It is clear midday
The sun shining off the ocean in the distance
The front doors that changed to something of a homely B&B
The terraces that branched off to the side
And then it was night
I asked if I had passed out, because I don't remember anything
And everyone laughed as if I was being stupid
It was dawn
I was in a hotel room, watching TV
the program was giant mechas in battle
I was discussing battle strategies with a red-haired female associate of mine
The hotel disappeared and I was on a cold and rocky beach
I looked north along the coast and saw in the forest that lined the cliffs
some weird metal rigging in the branches
I raced there, wanting to be part of it
It was some kind of movie shoot , for X-Men it seemed like
as Wolverine was there
Everyone was hung on wires for some high-flying stunts
I was involved too
Too enthusiastically I raced ahead of the cast members
along the strange metal catwalk and down a spiral staircase
my wire snapped off
The forest had disappeared
We were now in a sterile white tiled room
The rest were still up on a white-painted metal walkway
while I had fallen below
Then masses of people arrived
I was being jostled and pushed
I scrambled up another ramp to get away
In the center there was a fight or riot
a struggle among men
I got closer to see what it was
I jumped in, because I realized my brand new camera was down there
instead of in my pocket
I pulled people out of my way to get in the center
The sweater I had grabbed moved and the arm raised
The man was holing my camera up, triumphant
He hadn't noticed me hanging on and began running for the exit
I dragged him down
"That's my camera!"
He looked at me strangely and pulled off his sweater
and dashed out onto the beach
It wasn't a movie anymore
I knew I could outrun this man
I knew I could rip off that arm and beat him over the head with it
And I was sorely tempted to do so in front of everyone
But no
he had escaped onto the highway
A high-speed chase began
I tracked him south
then east into the mountains
then down into the suburbs
He turned into a weasel
Running through the bushes
I turned into a fox
And snatch him in my jaws
A voice in my head told me I was allowed to kill
now that he was a weasel
and no one was looking
Impulsively, I bit down hard
snapping his neck
I almost immediately regretted it
I should've tortured the bastard more