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A Disconnected Dreamlog
It was just a daydream --that's what it felt like, that's what it had to be. Nothing else. And then, at the end of it, I woke up. Daydreams don't let me wake up.
I remember...
the first meeting with the Bad Guy, and realizing that he was totally and completely evil.
Having my nessecary reporter ID card stolen by him, while I was curled up outside his window.
And stealing it back by leaning precariously through the window and grabbing it away before he could stop me. (A very "me" thing to do)
That the bad guy was, at the beginning, Cillian Murphy, only Nik was playing him in this version or something. At the beginning. When the dream was still set in a movie.
And we were in a movie, and I remember telling my assistant (Aly?) to google Cillian Murphy's name, knowing that we'd have to add effects so it only got movie Cillian and not reallife Cillian.
The bad guys assistent, feeling me up. Forcing a kiss. Then later, I went to tell the police, report the pedophilia. Said assistent was playing goalie in the game of whateveritwas, and was actually a ten year old girl. All charges of sexual harassment were dropped, and from the booing of the croud, I figured that I needed to hide.
Miss Bev (A friend of mines mum and my ex math tutor) was there. She was going to help me hide --it's nice to have allies on the side of good. She suggested the best place was back up in my hotel room.
I hated my room. The way the hotel was designed, it was at the very end of a looooong hallway. I had to turn my back to open my door, and somehow, I knew he was watching me. It was no longer a movie.
Fear.
And I joined up with Nathen, and he helped me to get outside. Still predawn, perhaps five in the morning. We determined to hide all the stuff that had been in my backpack --I wasn't going to need it in my Final Battle.
We dumped what I wouldn't need into a paper bag, and found a manhole. We pried it up, but the sewer was too full. So we had to find somewhere else.
We buried it near a tree as the sun rose, me and Nathen in the middle, and more and more people arriving with the dawn. Shayla was definently there -she drew a beautiful marker for the bag, a portrait of me- as was Aly, and many friends of Nathen's.
And before I went off to defeat the badguy or lose my life (And/or virginity? It was a bit unclear as to whether he planned to rape me, kill me, or both) I awoke.
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Never have a daydream that isn't.
~Sor
MOOP!
I remember...
the first meeting with the Bad Guy, and realizing that he was totally and completely evil.
Having my nessecary reporter ID card stolen by him, while I was curled up outside his window.
And stealing it back by leaning precariously through the window and grabbing it away before he could stop me. (A very "me" thing to do)
That the bad guy was, at the beginning, Cillian Murphy, only Nik was playing him in this version or something. At the beginning. When the dream was still set in a movie.
And we were in a movie, and I remember telling my assistant (Aly?) to google Cillian Murphy's name, knowing that we'd have to add effects so it only got movie Cillian and not reallife Cillian.
The bad guys assistent, feeling me up. Forcing a kiss. Then later, I went to tell the police, report the pedophilia. Said assistent was playing goalie in the game of whateveritwas, and was actually a ten year old girl. All charges of sexual harassment were dropped, and from the booing of the croud, I figured that I needed to hide.
Miss Bev (A friend of mines mum and my ex math tutor) was there. She was going to help me hide --it's nice to have allies on the side of good. She suggested the best place was back up in my hotel room.
I hated my room. The way the hotel was designed, it was at the very end of a looooong hallway. I had to turn my back to open my door, and somehow, I knew he was watching me. It was no longer a movie.
Fear.
And I joined up with Nathen, and he helped me to get outside. Still predawn, perhaps five in the morning. We determined to hide all the stuff that had been in my backpack --I wasn't going to need it in my Final Battle.
We dumped what I wouldn't need into a paper bag, and found a manhole. We pried it up, but the sewer was too full. So we had to find somewhere else.
We buried it near a tree as the sun rose, me and Nathen in the middle, and more and more people arriving with the dawn. Shayla was definently there -she drew a beautiful marker for the bag, a portrait of me- as was Aly, and many friends of Nathen's.
And before I went off to defeat the badguy or lose my life (And/or virginity? It was a bit unclear as to whether he planned to rape me, kill me, or both) I awoke.
*********
Never have a daydream that isn't.
~Sor
MOOP!