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General Category => Chaos => Topic started by: 8ullfrog on August 09, 2017, 12:05:21 AM

Title: Not so sweet dreams are made of these.
Post by: 8ullfrog on August 09, 2017, 12:05:21 AM
I dunno, maybe lack of decent movies, but a dream shat out the following.

Petty mobsters peirce the veil. Not so much last action hero, maybe into 80's horror/weird.

They set up a casino that drains the local town. Things are spooky ala sunnydale in btvs, but the higher up mobsters aren't on the take. Low level mobster and low level dogsbody [al pachino] and [emelio estevez] work against the current of madness. Al tries driving a corvette into the heart of a massive casino in a small town, while Emilio is bamboozled into a motorcycle cliff jump that will leave no survivors.

And that is where the extent of my mind takes things. Obviously, in my dream I dragged emilio out of the bay, dodging the threat of great white sharks, and there is a bit where one of the showgirls is his girlfriend, and the mobsters kill them in horror movie actions, but that's all I got.

That being said, dragging him out of the water was a madam, and I don't mind if dreams in future avoid this "idea".
Title: Re: Not so sweet dreams are made of these.
Post by: 6pairsofshoes on August 09, 2017, 05:49:50 AM
Sometimes I think you should try for a career as a scriptwriter.
Title: Re: Not so sweet dreams are made of these.
Post by: 8ullfrog on August 10, 2017, 02:05:36 AM
I'm actually on psych meds to avoid nightmares like the beacon induced hallucinations in mass effect. Razorwire and drill bits to the face had me a bit bent in the head.

Last night was boring, I played dead on a bus. Not sure why, people around me were acting normal, but I just, played dead. Maybe I'll get an answer tonight.
Title: Re: Not so sweet dreams are made of these.
Post by: 6pairsofshoes on August 10, 2017, 11:18:04 PM
That was your dream?  Playing dead on a bus.

A friend of mine was on her way to a Christmas party when a guy on her bus fell off his seat and landed on the floor.  The guy's companion was distraught, attempting to revive him unsuccessfully.  My friend tried to go help, but some type A guy stepped in and said, "I'll handle this."  He did CPR, mouth to mouth, etc.  Nothing worked as the guy had had a massive coronary and bought the farm right then and there.

My friend got to the party and they asked how are you?  By way of greeting, I suppose.  She said, " a guy just died on my bus."  They burst out laughing, incredulously.  She started to cry, not because they were mean, but because it had all been just too much.  It's pretty weird when people die.  Especially on the bus.  I once got really sick on my way home from work and puked on the bus.  Everybody was so nice to me and I was mortified and so apologetic.  When I got home, I cried because it was so humiliating and because I'd gotten off and left all those nice people with a puke filled bus.