Last night’s dream

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had a pecu­liar dream…

I’m walk­ing through Hol­stein park, where I used to walk my dog on most days. It was night and a pecu­liar fog was every­where. It looked like a Michael Jack­son video.

Then a cou­ple came out of nowhere, the woman was this fat goofy look­ing lady with too much make­up on. Her hus­band was tall, gaunt-faced, and thin. Obvi­ous­ly, a gam­ma male who tol­er­at­ed his big mam­ma. The woman had a pomeran­ian that leaped from her meaty arms and came charg­ing at me. When it drew clos­er I noticed that it had vam­pire fangs and glow­er­ing crim­son eyes that glow­ered red­der than the flow­ers of hell. I mut­tered, “come on you lit­tle shit!” with a fer­ral snarl of my own. Think­ing hot damn if you don’t look like a boni­fied badass.

Sud­den­ly I ripped out a katana from its sheath and exe­cut­ed a swift side stroke. My weapon was bathed in the crea­ture’s blood. The woman was sob­bing hys­ter­i­cal­ly and her hus­band stared dag­gers at me. I slow­ly spun and twirled the blade when droplets of the vam­pire dog’s blood flicked onto the sob­bing lady. I asked her sar­cas­ti­cal­ly “you okay, mam?” then turned around and saw the vam­pire dog was sliced into rib­bons, “you should­n’t walk around here at night with­out a leash on” I stam­mered, then began laugh­ing obnoxiously.

This infu­ri­at­ed the tall skin­ny man and he came at me and tried shoot­ing me with a weird-look­ing handgun.I sev­ered his hand at the wrist out of defen­sive reflex. His hand clutched an Impe­r­i­al Stormtroop­er’s E‑11 Blaster Rifle. “Where’d you get this?” I asked him then said “nev­er­mind I’m keep­ing it from now on what do you say?”

the big lady came at me with a pen knife, then sprayed some pep­per spray towards my eyes. it stung, and I lost par­tial visu­al capa­bil­i­ties. I remem­ber shout­ing “ahh­h­h­h­h­hh my eye­eesssss!’ dra­mat­i­cal­ly like a crazy per­son might (or a dra­mak­ing). Out of reflex I hurled my katana towards her hop­ing it would impale her but she did the Neo dodge. She might be an agent. So I dive-rolled and grabbed the stormtroop­er pis­tol and blast­ed a hole clean through her. She flew back and caught on fire. I showed her ! I said to myself proudly.

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