Vengance: A Girl and His Dog...
My entire nite's sleep consisted of the same dream - over and over again - the only thing that changed was the type of gun I was shot to death with, and physical location.
The other night my boyfriend had called to ease his mind because he had a nightmare that I played a roll in. He didn't elaborate - but not to be outdone, my brain created a nightmare in which HE played a roll...
It was something to the effect of a slew of homies were moving into my quiet countryside hometown. And they weren't just the young idiots you see loitering at the mall. They were those inner-city maniacs that have no apparent value system and think bullying and intimidation are normal social skills...
Yeah... Those...
So here they are, practically invading
In the dream, I was still living at the house that in real life I had grown up in, but every other aspect of my life was the same...
It was a typical day in this changing town. My boyfriend and I decided to go grocery shopping at the small store downtown. In the parking lot, however, a sizable gathering of homies stood around. For whatever reason (like they need one), they started giving my boyfriend and I a hard time. I don't know what it was about, but suddenly they were in our face, exchanging smart-ass remarks. I was becoming quite uncomfortable with it...
I didn't see the gun, or who shot him, but I heard it. My boyfriend didn't even get his hand to his chest - it was all in slow-motion. Everyone scattered before he had even hit the pavement. And suddenly I'm the only one standing there, groceries in my hands, and he's laying before me spilling copious amounts of red from a hole in his chest...
Other than being horrified, I don’t recall what happened next. My dream skipped to me being back at home, loading a small arsenal of guns into my car - feeling very, very pissed off… With a small automatic at my side, I opened the passenger door for my late boyfriend’s big black dog. She jumped in, and we left seeking revenge…
Again my dream skipped. I’d apparently tracked down the group who’d murdered my boyfriend, and we were having a shoot out of our own… This is where my dream kept changing…
In one scenario I was practically shredded in half by a hail of assault rifle bullets, which, if you’ve ever seen assault rifle damage, you know it’s much like putting meat into a blender… In another scenario I was shot in the chest with a shotgun. For that, picture a ¾ stick of dynamite exploding in your chest. And in yet another, I was shot in the face with some sort of pistol – so imagine the sound “SPLORK,” a mist of your own blood, and shards of your skull separating…
posted by Strange Little Girl at 8:30 AM
Even to me, it seems vivid in the way in which you tell it. Of course I am at somewhat of an advantage, if that is how it may be explained. By knowing you... and being familiar with the town, your old house, and the specific lot of the store in which you speak. So strange indeed.
It seems possible that it may have something to do with portions of a previous blog "Internal Whatever...". Though who am I to say? ...certainly no expert *laffs at the thought*
My only question dear Qortni, do you recall the fate of "his dog"? From the title it seems the dog may have portrayed a heroic part.
I'm not sure the fate of his dog. That seemed to have been left out... Perhaps she became my familliar. Or maybe I brought her because she and my boyfriend were close. Regardless, it only seemed right that she came along for what I was about to do...