viewtifuljon

Wow, it's been almost a month since my last entry. It's not that I haven't been dreaming. I just stopped caring or something. In any case, just had a particularly weird one during my afternoon nap so I decided to write it down.

I'm a member of some sort of organized crime group. We are not necessarily a gang though.We're very classy. We're in a city with the intention of stealing a lot of stuff from it. We all go our seperate ways and try to find good targets. The group has a tendency to be very loud, rambunctious, and they like to loot things by breaking them.

The leader calls us to a local pub and has a meeting with us. He tells us not to be so destructive. We're also encouraged to seek out legitimate business venues as well. Like if we see a small but profitable shot, try to buy it. We go our separate ways, and yet again I see idiots throwing bricks into windows. I drag him into an alley and tell him to stop it, since he's blowing our cover.

We go into a mall area and see a entrance that looks promising. I encourage a few other thieves around me to go in and see what's up. We go in and as it turns out it's a theater. I apologize, but now we have to sit through the play (which turns into a movie) to avoid drawing suspicion.

The movie is about two girls. They were apparently killed in some sort of automobile accident. Due to a curse or somesuch, they were raised from the dead as sort of zombies. They don't look decayed or anything, but they're unnatural and they want to die. I recognize these two girls as my relatives.

I grab the nearest partner and tell her that we have to find these girls and help them. The partner agrees and tells me that she'll meet me at the place where they're being held. We meet there later, with some difficulty of finding the place. We enter a dark house and an old lady greets us. She asks if we're here to help the girls. I answer that we are. She leads us to them.

They're in a dimly lit room sleeping on their beds. After a short argument, my partner goes first. We are instructed to kiss them to help them. She leans towards the younger girl's head, but then pulls back, insisting that she can't do it. I, beginning to get upset, plead the woman to tell me what will happen when we kiss them. She says "well you watched the movie didn't you?" I say that we left before it was over. She tells us that when the girls are kissed, they die. They're finally able to rest in peace. I begin to cry (my eyes were wet when I woke up too, interestingly enough), knowing that I owe it to the girls to allow them to die. We go back into their room. My partner wakes the younger girl up and kisses her on the hand. That works. The girl limply falls and doesn't move. I go to kiss the next girl, and the old woman informs me that for the curse to break, I must kiss this one on the lips. After very slowly lowering my head down, I give here a quick smooch. It's not terribly disgusting, but she is cold and seemingly filled with sawdust. She dies.