I have no plans to make this a dream blog, but I did have another weird one last night. Scary as shit when it happened, but not so sinister thinking about it now. It's short:
I'm at work at around 11pm. This art director Ryan asks me if I want to get some lunch at "The Chophouse." Instantly my mind conjures a chopped steak and cheese sandwhich and we leave.
We go outside, but instead of midtown Manhattan it's a town park in upstate NY, and we're sprinting through the inky darkness of moonless night. I can barely see Ryan. He's a dark shape against a black background. But as we race up a grassy hill another human shape (a sinister shape) passes in front of us. We're not alone and I know we should keep running, but just then Ryan pulls a hamstring and yells out for help. I turn around and see him collapsed on the grass as the other figure now slows to a stop and starts moving slowly toward him.
I want to keep running, but I can't leave him there. So I yell out. "I'm coming to help. Let me just get my knife out. And my gun!" I try to talk all street but it comes out soft and suburban. Comical.
And then I wake up.
Dreams are all about mood. This one, recounted in the light of day, is a fairly bland little story. But it was terrifying at the time. And I think "The Chophouse" is a great touch, don't you?
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ReplyDeletecreepy. "chophouse" sounds like a great title for a short story. i would like to see movies of your dreams.
ReplyDeleteIt's brief and inconsequential to the story, I suppose, but the phrase "soft and suburban" is a lasting description. Excuse me if I use it...
ReplyDeleteI think you need to quit Wunderman...NOW!
ReplyDeleteI think dave may be onto something. But I'm not sure the grass is any greener elsewhere, which is why I'm still hanging around. Hey, great interview question: "tell me about your last scary dream" ...
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