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Apr. 6th, 2006 07:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo. Um. Apparently 'cause I'm writing tragedy now, means that I must dream in it. Or something. Along with a Nightwish-Clannad soundtrack. Something about Roland and me and a couple other people including at least one of the kids from Newsies on a bus heading through a vaguely The-Stand-post-flu-pre-Boulder USA. Bunch of us, after a bit. Just driving. Looking for the Dark Tower, as you do when you're with Roland.
And then we stop over at Viggo Mortensen's house. Or rather, his character's house, Tom Stall. Except, weirdly? Tom Stall's house looks like my aunt's farmhouse. Anyway, we stop over there to resupply, because apparently we have his son on our Dark Tower trip. And something happens and we're all picking out books to take and food and then there's a phone call. And I put on a headset and answer the phone in a crisp, quick, professional voice, kind of like I do at work. As you do, when you're at someone else's house. And it's the police from another county, looking for Stall to arrest him in homicide charges. Well, what do you do when the police want to know if you know where a suspect is?
Lie, of course.
So I lied and told him he wasn't here, I couldn't see him, there were a lot of kids around (which I had already told him, hang on, let me go somewhere quieter) so. But I was standing right next to him. And he gives me this 'what's up' look and I tell him that cops want to see him, tell Roland to go out to the bus. And I tell him about the cop from this state wanting him and someone else for murder, and he gets this 'sigh. oh yeah' look. And then the cop shows up.
And he's standing in the corner of the building by the door. And I'm standing next to him in front of the door. And he, randomly? Has guns on his hip. Like the gunslinger. And I'm telling him to give me the gun as his hands are hovering over his guns and the cop's pointing the gun at him and telling him not to be stupid and his wife's staring at us both not freaking out by an incredible act of will. And I tell him it's going to be all right. And finally, he pulls the gun but in the very slow, I'm-setting-this-down way. And the cop's all good, that's good. Because he's a good cop. Played by Tommy Lee Jones. For some reason it was all actors in my dream.
And then he's toppling to the ground after a loud bang, in that tree-falling way you do when you've been shot in a movie. In slo-motion. Big hole in his head. Like, the kind you can see daylight through. Or put your fist through. Well, maybe my fist, I have a small fist. And his wife's screaming and crying, and Im screaming you didn't have to do that and his partner, former partner, who evidently shot him, who comes walking out now, and who is somehow played by Bruce Campbell, says he would have wanted to go down shooting. And I cuss him out for being ten kinds of a moron and put Tom's head on my knee 'cause for some reason he's still alive, even if he's not thinking too clearly (would you with that big a hole in your head?) and I tell him it's okay. Tell him it's going to be all right. That he did good. And I touch his cheek and stroke his hair and he dies.
Tommy Lee Jones arrests Bruce Campbell. I tell him Tom/Viggo really had changed. He says that's not his job, but it sure looked like it. I wake up to a Clannad-Nightwish soundtrack, the slow lilting mourning kind.
And then we stop over at Viggo Mortensen's house. Or rather, his character's house, Tom Stall. Except, weirdly? Tom Stall's house looks like my aunt's farmhouse. Anyway, we stop over there to resupply, because apparently we have his son on our Dark Tower trip. And something happens and we're all picking out books to take and food and then there's a phone call. And I put on a headset and answer the phone in a crisp, quick, professional voice, kind of like I do at work. As you do, when you're at someone else's house. And it's the police from another county, looking for Stall to arrest him in homicide charges. Well, what do you do when the police want to know if you know where a suspect is?
Lie, of course.
So I lied and told him he wasn't here, I couldn't see him, there were a lot of kids around (which I had already told him, hang on, let me go somewhere quieter) so. But I was standing right next to him. And he gives me this 'what's up' look and I tell him that cops want to see him, tell Roland to go out to the bus. And I tell him about the cop from this state wanting him and someone else for murder, and he gets this 'sigh. oh yeah' look. And then the cop shows up.
And he's standing in the corner of the building by the door. And I'm standing next to him in front of the door. And he, randomly? Has guns on his hip. Like the gunslinger. And I'm telling him to give me the gun as his hands are hovering over his guns and the cop's pointing the gun at him and telling him not to be stupid and his wife's staring at us both not freaking out by an incredible act of will. And I tell him it's going to be all right. And finally, he pulls the gun but in the very slow, I'm-setting-this-down way. And the cop's all good, that's good. Because he's a good cop. Played by Tommy Lee Jones. For some reason it was all actors in my dream.
And then he's toppling to the ground after a loud bang, in that tree-falling way you do when you've been shot in a movie. In slo-motion. Big hole in his head. Like, the kind you can see daylight through. Or put your fist through. Well, maybe my fist, I have a small fist. And his wife's screaming and crying, and Im screaming you didn't have to do that and his partner, former partner, who evidently shot him, who comes walking out now, and who is somehow played by Bruce Campbell, says he would have wanted to go down shooting. And I cuss him out for being ten kinds of a moron and put Tom's head on my knee 'cause for some reason he's still alive, even if he's not thinking too clearly (would you with that big a hole in your head?) and I tell him it's okay. Tell him it's going to be all right. That he did good. And I touch his cheek and stroke his hair and he dies.
Tommy Lee Jones arrests Bruce Campbell. I tell him Tom/Viggo really had changed. He says that's not his job, but it sure looked like it. I wake up to a Clannad-Nightwish soundtrack, the slow lilting mourning kind.