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Holee shit.
The dream starts out... I'm in front of my grandmother's house again. I don't know whose house it is this time, but I either live there or stay there a lot. It's late, nighttime... There's something going on, some sort of commotion. I go in, go up to my usual bedroom which overlooks the street, have a shower and get ready for bed. The commotion's still going on. I go out to get something for the car, having found out what's happening. Three friends are coming home from the hospital, having just tried that incredibly stupid Flatliners experiment. They lost one. They are now wailing and moaning and carrying on outside my home. Where I'm trying to sleep.
I tell them they shouldn't have been so fucking stupid. And then I apologize because of course that doesn't make it any better. Hugs, and then I go inside and go to sleep. End scene.
Begin a new scene. I'm a cop. Or a witch. Or something. I am partnered with a task force and Detective Ellison from The Sentinel, of all people. We're investigating some kind of arson or bomb threat in an empty several story warehouse? building. There's gasoline all over the floor, it's welling up from a crack in the floor. Ellison finds it and tries to plug it with something while I track it to its source.
Its source turns out to be one of the guys from the previous night, now turned into a complete and total nutjob. He's grinning at me, talking about how isn't the game fun. And then.. somehow he disappears. I think he jumps over something. I yell for backup, explain the situation to Ellison. He doesn't seem too surprised, explains that he's run into this guy before. And this guy is going back to one place.
Cut to... a school. I've seen this school in my dreams before, too. It's kind of like a big conglomeration of my Elementary school building and the fields outside look like my college campus. The trio before? Two guys, one girl. The guy who isn't the nutjob is dead. The girl is alive, and completely in love with the nutjob. Go figure. He is after me in some sick sort of obssessive stalker way. The third guy is dead. Apparently he wasn't down with their little game or something.
Cue cat and mouse chase all over the school. Eventually a new detective and I set up a trap for the guy involvig some sort of book in German about poltergeists being the secret to why this guy's so psychotic and powerful. We have to keep advertising jingles and things in our head to keep his pet demon or ghost from reading our thoughts and knowing what we're going to do. It sounds reasonable in a wacky sort of a way. So we start doing it. we capture the guy, and the girl alive. (Dumbledore got involved here somehow, I have no idea how. He gave me a Hogwarts Diploma. In German. No more KMFDM before bed.)
We take them down to a room for holding till the rest of the task force gets there. It looks somewhat like the Clubhouse from college. As if that wasn't eerie enough there are dinosaurs all over the walls. Apparently it was a mural for back when the nutjob was sick and everyone thought he was going to die and was feeling sorry for him. This amuses the crap out of him, of course. There's a hologram (a teaching hologram?) of a Utah raptor come to life. I further amuse him by explaining about it and making friends with it by stroking its muzzle. And then it goes away.
The task force is here. Supposedly. Except we have a bitch of a time escorting the guy and the girl down to them. She's being sullen but seems to have resigned herself to second place in the nutjob's affections. The guy's still obssessed. My spells don't work on them (this is the first time I try magic. What's up with that?). Somehow mint cookie dough ice cream (or bright green with cookie dough bits ice cream) gets involved. By which I mean it spills all over the floor. The nutjob is getting more obnoxious and more scary.
And then I wake up.
The dream starts out... I'm in front of my grandmother's house again. I don't know whose house it is this time, but I either live there or stay there a lot. It's late, nighttime... There's something going on, some sort of commotion. I go in, go up to my usual bedroom which overlooks the street, have a shower and get ready for bed. The commotion's still going on. I go out to get something for the car, having found out what's happening. Three friends are coming home from the hospital, having just tried that incredibly stupid Flatliners experiment. They lost one. They are now wailing and moaning and carrying on outside my home. Where I'm trying to sleep.
I tell them they shouldn't have been so fucking stupid. And then I apologize because of course that doesn't make it any better. Hugs, and then I go inside and go to sleep. End scene.
Begin a new scene. I'm a cop. Or a witch. Or something. I am partnered with a task force and Detective Ellison from The Sentinel, of all people. We're investigating some kind of arson or bomb threat in an empty several story warehouse? building. There's gasoline all over the floor, it's welling up from a crack in the floor. Ellison finds it and tries to plug it with something while I track it to its source.
Its source turns out to be one of the guys from the previous night, now turned into a complete and total nutjob. He's grinning at me, talking about how isn't the game fun. And then.. somehow he disappears. I think he jumps over something. I yell for backup, explain the situation to Ellison. He doesn't seem too surprised, explains that he's run into this guy before. And this guy is going back to one place.
Cut to... a school. I've seen this school in my dreams before, too. It's kind of like a big conglomeration of my Elementary school building and the fields outside look like my college campus. The trio before? Two guys, one girl. The guy who isn't the nutjob is dead. The girl is alive, and completely in love with the nutjob. Go figure. He is after me in some sick sort of obssessive stalker way. The third guy is dead. Apparently he wasn't down with their little game or something.
Cue cat and mouse chase all over the school. Eventually a new detective and I set up a trap for the guy involvig some sort of book in German about poltergeists being the secret to why this guy's so psychotic and powerful. We have to keep advertising jingles and things in our head to keep his pet demon or ghost from reading our thoughts and knowing what we're going to do. It sounds reasonable in a wacky sort of a way. So we start doing it. we capture the guy, and the girl alive. (Dumbledore got involved here somehow, I have no idea how. He gave me a Hogwarts Diploma. In German. No more KMFDM before bed.)
We take them down to a room for holding till the rest of the task force gets there. It looks somewhat like the Clubhouse from college. As if that wasn't eerie enough there are dinosaurs all over the walls. Apparently it was a mural for back when the nutjob was sick and everyone thought he was going to die and was feeling sorry for him. This amuses the crap out of him, of course. There's a hologram (a teaching hologram?) of a Utah raptor come to life. I further amuse him by explaining about it and making friends with it by stroking its muzzle. And then it goes away.
The task force is here. Supposedly. Except we have a bitch of a time escorting the guy and the girl down to them. She's being sullen but seems to have resigned herself to second place in the nutjob's affections. The guy's still obssessed. My spells don't work on them (this is the first time I try magic. What's up with that?). Somehow mint cookie dough ice cream (or bright green with cookie dough bits ice cream) gets involved. By which I mean it spills all over the floor. The nutjob is getting more obnoxious and more scary.
And then I wake up.
