Dream

This was originally a facebook note from Friday, September 5, 2008 at 1:45pm. Obviously about a bad dream I had.

For some reason in the dream I sensed something was wrong and took off running. I had a ton of adrenaline, like that of a deer that was just hit by a car, and I bolted up a flight of stairs because there were two people from a message board I am on that wanted me dead (they lived in my house for some reason).

So I ran by the two that wanted me dead, who were trying to act all normal in their plot to kill me, and found a friend. We grabbed flash lights and I had a small hammer in one hand, and he had another weapon of some sort. My friend took on one guy, and I took on the other. I was hammering his face in and getting blood all over my white shirt. Somehow I knocked his head off, so I put it in a towel.

Somehow we got to a parking lot near some fairgrounds, and I was carrying around the guy's head in a towel with my shirt still all bloody. I was talking to my friend about how we killed them for personal defense, but I was really concerned about being counter sued.

I woke up with my heart pounding.

Lesson learned: don't want two different series about Richard Kuklinski's life at 2AM before going to sleep.