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ink_n_impI had gone to bed at an unheard of hour for me, 10 pm! Exhausted by my past few days of insomnia, I had settled down and was out before my roommate turned off the light. It should have been a glorious, glorious, restorative sleep.
God. Damn. Nightmare.
I dreamt I was this minor, MINOR male politician, popular but rather useless, and a touch stupid but well-meaning and honest. You know, the sort that will never get anywhere but people look at you and go "oh what a decent chap!" Now, two higher ups in the party had been plotting something, and I had accidentally caught wind of it. But I thought nothing of it, it didn't seem all that important to me, so I let it slid from my mind and got on with my own political hobnobbing. Well, I get into my car with my secretary (my BFF and without whom I would collapse into a useless pile of jelly, I would just forget everything of any importance) and the driver drives off.
It's nearly dusk, but it's a torrential rain so the sky is dark as anything, there's that dark pale glow to the world, the sort you get when it's raining as the sun sets. But the car is warm and dry, and I remember feeling that in the dream. There was a soft warm light in the car and me and my secretary are relaxed and he's reminding me of what I have to do and what appointments I have tomorrow, and all I can think of is how much I can't wait to stop by the diner for something warm to eat, like waffles.
Now, in my dream the setting was Long Beach Road, and though in my dream we were heading into town, in reality the direction we were driving was towards the beach--those familiar with where I live, you know this road. The dark, long, twisty road, with all the trees. The one that makes friends of mine not used to Nissequogue at night BEG me to put the brights on if they are in the car with me.
So we are on this road when the driver slows down. There's a tree blocking the road, and we have to turn around and go another way. Now, later, as I'm fleeing, I ponder if the driver was in on it, but at that moment I'm too busy chatting with my secretary to notice that the driver isn't turning the car around right away. That's when I notice the car behind me, and a man getting out of the back of that car to come towards us. I STILL don't think anything of it, thinking he's just coming to check out the road ahead of us.
That's when he throws my door open, and shoves a gun into my face. And along with the rain and the wind and the cold air comes the panic, and I grab his hand, pushing it away. He fires, and it hits my secretary in the side. We're fighting over the gun and he's still firing, trying to hit ME, but the bullets are hitting my secretary instead. Finally he runs out of bullets and I get the gun out of his hands and I hit him in the head with the butt of it. He drops to the ground, and I look to my secretary, and...he's so dead. I can't believe how many bullet holes he has in him.
Now I really panic, and I throw himself out of the car and run into the trees. I can hear the others yelling, but I can't hear what they are saying, and after a while running along the road, hidden by the trees, all I can hear is the rain.
I know I have to get off the road, least they find me, so I find this path through the trees and bushes, and find myself in a field. Across that field is an area I am familiar with in reality, it's the nature conservancy I like to romp around.
It's still dusk, and still pouring--you know how sometimes, figures are really noticeable at dusk time? When the light's that eerie pale grey, it's DARK, but you can still see everything? And I'm wearing a black suit, and as I run across the field I'm spotted. And I run, but I've been running for so long and the rain is coming down so hard and I'm so out of breathe I can barely jog. And I reach this part of the conservancy and I'm just trying to get to the rock so I can hide there long enough for them to pass by, and then try to make my way to town or a house or SOMEWHERE.
Well, naturally, I woke up all uneasy, and it was 4 am. And I've been up since, frying eggs in the middle of a slice of bread a la V for Vendetta and drawing. And considering today is going to be a LONG ASS DAY, that is very, very unfortunate.
...but goddamn. They killed my secretary. I'm still upset about that.
God. Damn. Nightmare.
I dreamt I was this minor, MINOR male politician, popular but rather useless, and a touch stupid but well-meaning and honest. You know, the sort that will never get anywhere but people look at you and go "oh what a decent chap!" Now, two higher ups in the party had been plotting something, and I had accidentally caught wind of it. But I thought nothing of it, it didn't seem all that important to me, so I let it slid from my mind and got on with my own political hobnobbing. Well, I get into my car with my secretary (my BFF and without whom I would collapse into a useless pile of jelly, I would just forget everything of any importance) and the driver drives off.
It's nearly dusk, but it's a torrential rain so the sky is dark as anything, there's that dark pale glow to the world, the sort you get when it's raining as the sun sets. But the car is warm and dry, and I remember feeling that in the dream. There was a soft warm light in the car and me and my secretary are relaxed and he's reminding me of what I have to do and what appointments I have tomorrow, and all I can think of is how much I can't wait to stop by the diner for something warm to eat, like waffles.
Now, in my dream the setting was Long Beach Road, and though in my dream we were heading into town, in reality the direction we were driving was towards the beach--those familiar with where I live, you know this road. The dark, long, twisty road, with all the trees. The one that makes friends of mine not used to Nissequogue at night BEG me to put the brights on if they are in the car with me.
So we are on this road when the driver slows down. There's a tree blocking the road, and we have to turn around and go another way. Now, later, as I'm fleeing, I ponder if the driver was in on it, but at that moment I'm too busy chatting with my secretary to notice that the driver isn't turning the car around right away. That's when I notice the car behind me, and a man getting out of the back of that car to come towards us. I STILL don't think anything of it, thinking he's just coming to check out the road ahead of us.
That's when he throws my door open, and shoves a gun into my face. And along with the rain and the wind and the cold air comes the panic, and I grab his hand, pushing it away. He fires, and it hits my secretary in the side. We're fighting over the gun and he's still firing, trying to hit ME, but the bullets are hitting my secretary instead. Finally he runs out of bullets and I get the gun out of his hands and I hit him in the head with the butt of it. He drops to the ground, and I look to my secretary, and...he's so dead. I can't believe how many bullet holes he has in him.
Now I really panic, and I throw himself out of the car and run into the trees. I can hear the others yelling, but I can't hear what they are saying, and after a while running along the road, hidden by the trees, all I can hear is the rain.
I know I have to get off the road, least they find me, so I find this path through the trees and bushes, and find myself in a field. Across that field is an area I am familiar with in reality, it's the nature conservancy I like to romp around.
It's still dusk, and still pouring--you know how sometimes, figures are really noticeable at dusk time? When the light's that eerie pale grey, it's DARK, but you can still see everything? And I'm wearing a black suit, and as I run across the field I'm spotted. And I run, but I've been running for so long and the rain is coming down so hard and I'm so out of breathe I can barely jog. And I reach this part of the conservancy and I'm just trying to get to the rock so I can hide there long enough for them to pass by, and then try to make my way to town or a house or SOMEWHERE.
Well, naturally, I woke up all uneasy, and it was 4 am. And I've been up since, frying eggs in the middle of a slice of bread a la V for Vendetta and drawing. And considering today is going to be a LONG ASS DAY, that is very, very unfortunate.
...but goddamn. They killed my secretary. I'm still upset about that.
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Date: 2006-09-27 12:54 pm (UTC)Say, I had a death/murder dream this morning too, except I watched Shallow Grave last night, which may explain things more.
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Date: 2006-09-27 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 05:00 pm (UTC)Oh yes. I went there.
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Date: 2006-09-27 08:38 pm (UTC)...leads to random thought = Bertie the politician.
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:07 pm (UTC)It's like Jack and Neddy, only not...evil. And I suppose Bertie would come up with all sorts of plans himself which he would think the public would appreciate, and Jeeves would oil the political machine to make it so.
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 09:43 pm (UTC)It's the greatest crossover in the WORLD!