This is a doozy. Maybe I’m actually asking you to analyze it, maybe I just want to write it down. Who knows?
All I know is that it’s the most vivid dream I’ve had in a LONG time, and I remember almost all of it.
It begins where I am part of an illegal diamond-smuggling ring. The other members of this ring include Boris the Sneaky Fucking Russian from Snatch, Susan from Survivor, an old elementary school teacher of mine, and some other nameless woman I don’t recognize. We find out that the bag of diamonds we were to cash in on are indeed fake, and worth nothing. Tempers flare, and we all pull guns on each other (my particular weapon is a single-barreled pump shotgun).
Boris has the bag of diamonds, and I snatch it from his hand. This causes Susan to shoot him in the face, but he doesn’t die. It’s like his face is made out of clay…it just streaks really badly. I begin firing too, and I blow off the nameless woman’s hand. I am being fired at, but not hit.
Suddenly all the guns are being trained on me, and I get worried. I say something dramatic (don’t remember what) and scatter all the diamonds everywhere.
They immediately all go to gather them up (even though they’re worthless), and I grab two and run to my car (which is my old car, an '86 Mercury Cougar). I jump in, toss the diamonds on the dashboard and start the car.
Next thing I know, I’m wearing workout clothes and am jogging through my hometown. I get down to the elementary school I live near, and suddenly it becomes a complex that I know for some reason is the Yale Medical Center. Running by my side now is Mike Quartuccio, someone I know only from my senior year of high school in Spanish class. Running next to him is a girl named Jocelyn or Katelyn (I can’t remember which one it is). We continue jogging, and run through a bunch of alleys and back roads. It’s a one-way-run, which means there’s only one path in and out. Finally we get to the end, and when we walk through the doorway, it’s my room from home. Inside it is a steel cage, with this not-home-mentally kid from my high school named Jeff (who is dumb as a rock but can bench press 400 lbs.) and this 7’6" monster guy who looks like the guy who played Louden Downy in the theatrical showing of “A Few Good Men” I saw last weekend, except with a gut.
So, the door slams shut. The cage lowers around us. We’re all stuck. Monsterman and Jeff start talking about “fisting” us…I think you all know what that means. I’m scared as shit, as are Mike and Jocekatelyn. They start to move in on us, so I begin to punch and kick Monsterman…to no effect. I immediately scale the steel cage, and using it as leverage, I jump down the side to safety. Mike sees me do this and does the same, but Jocekatelyn can’t climb it and is all alone in there. The cage begins to raise again, so I run for the door. Mike’s in front of me, so when we get out of the room, I slam the door and slide a bookcase from the hallway in front of the door…with Jocekatelyn still inside the room. I cut my losses and we sprint downstairs (which has conveniently turned into my house), out the door and outside, begin running down the street…when we hear the girl screaming bloody murder.
That’s when I woke up.
Freaky dream, lemme tell you.
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