Mirror’s Image
I had an epic dream this morning. It’s almost on par with my “Lestat” dream a few years back. I immediately typed it out on notepad. It hardly makes any sense now but here goes:
I was caught up in some drug war and the hero in my dream remains anonymous (I want to say a tall, handsome figure much like Vampire Eric of True Blood heh heh). The drug dealers of which the king pin was Ice Cube, well they had won the ‘battle’. They killed some people and got their drugs and money back. Some random scenes I remember was witnessing a brutal shooting and then some… Also Thom Yorke was shot during the ‘war’. Well after our ‘defeat’ the drug dealers decided to treat us out for some drinks at a mamak stall somewhere. It was early in the morning – maybe 6 a.m. or something and the sun was sorta up. The ‘hero’ in my dream tells me there’s a 24 hour dancy party right by the mamak stall and the drug dealers agreed it was okay he take me there to cheer me up. So we head up some stairs in search of this dance party. I’m sorta hung over, maybe kinda drunk I’m not sure and I’m leaning against the ‘hero’ as he walks me up all these flights of stairs and through random hallways and passageways. I notice I’m getting really tired and we were walking pretty fast, like we were running away from someone. It occurred to me then something was up…. finally we reach our destination – there was a helicopter waiting for us and a boat parked on a river for myself and the ‘hero’ to hop on board as THOM fucking YORKE is waiting there (with shades on I believe) to fly the helicopter that would drag our boat down the river – far far away. Oh and apparently the ‘hero’ had taken all the drugs and money with him from the drug lords… the whole murder and everything before was all part of the ‘master plan’..
It actually sounds like some bad Hollywood movie..heh.