Last night's dream was a story I don't think I'm going to forget for a while.
I dreamt I was seeing through the a man in a post-apocalyptic America who got arrested for a misdemeanor and spent TOO LONG in prison, just because somehow he fell through the beaurocratic cracks and for some reason if he left it would lose them money. So he stayed in. He stayed in so long and with only one behavior incident that one of the head guards decided to turn the other way and offer him a way out.
He and three others escaped. The guard hadn't planned on four leaving, only one, so of course he took after them armed the second they left, but they were too quick, and managed to escape into a residential area. Thinking that it would cause too much panic to actually let the public know, the police just decided to let it go for now.
The man decided to tag along with his three comrades on a crime spree for a little while. There was a train, and girls, and lots of robberies and yahooing across country. On one of these stops, though, one of the guards from the prison jumped on the train and decided to take revenge on him "me" by killing him.. something about revenging himself against me hurting his pride. I ended up stabbing him and pushing him off the train, and feeling immense guilt right afterwards.. I parted with the gang , took a little money for myself and left on my own.
He ended up falling in love with a young girl with unruly blond hair and followed her like a lost puppy.. in love with her innocence, contrast with his bloodied hands. He was so happy when she finally said she'd tag along with him.. they traveled for a little while together, and he went into a foreign candy store and bought her 20 pounds of skittles, even seperated by color. He paid for them and walked out the door with her.. lead them into a small cafeteria place.. and learned that they had been recognized on the Wanted poster. He took her arm, and got up to leave..
They ran..he didn't think about it, he even carried her skittles.. even though it slowed him down.
They made it about a half a mile out of the cafeteria when they were finally surrounded. There, holding millions of tiny fruit candies, about to be shot, he said: "I just want to know one thing. I want to know why my first offense was wrong". He never got his answer, both he and his girl were shot dead...
I hate waking up after death.
neurotikitten · Sat Jul 19, 2008 @ 01:43am · 0 Comments |