Evil Santa...
Apr. 13th, 2002 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Me and Kim are driving along the highway in a black Pontiac Firebird. We're in Grand Theft Auto III. We're trying to find the best way to get where we need to be, in order to make some deliveries. We start driving on the grass on the side of the road, up some hills, and around trees. We make it to where we need to be, which is Bowie Maryland's Town Centre Mall.
We're in the loading dock next to Sears, and Santa is there. Santa is the mob boss. He's got a van/ambulance/thing that he's filling up with weapons, and artillery. We arrive, and start loading things into the van. i whisper something to Santa, along the lines of "We need to be careful, with this stuff. i think there's a plant in our group." At which point he looks directly at me and says, "That's exactly what a Narc would say!" and shoots at me. i fall to the ground, but can still see what's going on, around me. The guy in the van, the guy i was talking about, comes out and says "Yeah boss, that's how ya gotta handle 'em. Santa turns around, pushes the guy into the van, and locks the door. He walks over to me and tells me to get up. i get up. The guy in the van is starting to climb to the front of the van. Santa empties a clip into him.
i'm in the Douglas house, right outside of Nicole's old room. i look to my left, towards the stairs.
i wake up in my bed, and think to myself i'm still dreaming, at which point i wake up
Chumbawamba - [Outsider]--- i'm sure that these all would have gone much more smoothly, if i hadn't kept waking up. i left the radio on, again, last nyte. Sucked. So i'm still a bit dazed. The third tyme it happened (Chumbawamba - [Drip Drip Drip]), i'm pretty sure my body simply said fuck it, you have enough. And i'm not really Tired, per se, simply a little out of it.
i need to go Shower. The Dreams were influenced by Calvin and Hobbes, and GTA3, both of which i say a great deal of, yesterday.
Day Dream Well
We're in the loading dock next to Sears, and Santa is there. Santa is the mob boss. He's got a van/ambulance/thing that he's filling up with weapons, and artillery. We arrive, and start loading things into the van. i whisper something to Santa, along the lines of "We need to be careful, with this stuff. i think there's a plant in our group." At which point he looks directly at me and says, "That's exactly what a Narc would say!" and shoots at me. i fall to the ground, but can still see what's going on, around me. The guy in the van, the guy i was talking about, comes out and says "Yeah boss, that's how ya gotta handle 'em. Santa turns around, pushes the guy into the van, and locks the door. He walks over to me and tells me to get up. i get up. The guy in the van is starting to climb to the front of the van. Santa empties a clip into him.
i'm in the Douglas house, right outside of Nicole's old room. i look to my left, towards the stairs.
i wake up in my bed, and think to myself i'm still dreaming, at which point i wake up
Chumbawamba - [Outsider]--- i'm sure that these all would have gone much more smoothly, if i hadn't kept waking up. i left the radio on, again, last nyte. Sucked. So i'm still a bit dazed. The third tyme it happened (Chumbawamba - [Drip Drip Drip]), i'm pretty sure my body simply said fuck it, you have enough. And i'm not really Tired, per se, simply a little out of it.
i need to go Shower. The Dreams were influenced by Calvin and Hobbes, and GTA3, both of which i say a great deal of, yesterday.
Day Dream Well
