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    Oprah needs a knife, or How I learned to make a cheerleader cry

    by , 03-22-2012 at 05:37 AM (590 Views)
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    [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in a bus with my son filled with students from hismiddle school, but they look like high school students. It is at least 3:30P.M.,and the bus is driving south on Lamar Blvd. near Shoal Creek. We pass a building/housethat is on fire on the 2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] floor and I remark that it is still onfire. I believe I had seen it, perhaps passed by it, earlier in the dream, butthis may be a false memory. We continue along the road and I begin talking witha girl in front of me, and then I have some words for a nearby boy. I can’tremember what I said to the girl but I told the boy something in a very frankway, possibly something hurtful. I even thought about why I was saying what Isaid in a mean way, yet decided to continue saying it. The boy got up, cried,and wandered off. He was skinny, had glasses, and sort of wavy dark hair. Thegirl, who turned out to be a cheerleader, got mad at me and said, “Thanks a lot!He was one of the nice ones!” and she left.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just remembered when I sat down on the bus with my son hestarted talking to a cheerleader and I was impressed he was talking to such apretty girl so casually, and comfortably, and he wasn’t awkward or shy. She wasreplying to him and he told her that she was, “…such a dumb bitch.” And she wasjust “really dumb.” I was now equally impressed and dumbfounded that he wouldsay this to her face, such a pretty and nice-sounding girl. I never got todwell on this in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we ended up in a flat-bottomed ferry-boat on theriver in Austin, which was bigger than usual. It was operated by a hefty, shortblack lady, who turned out to be Nell Carter. She had made her home on the boatand was using it to ferry people across the river, which somehow seemed a lotwider than normal. Outside the boathouse, on the aft deck, was a shallow pool,or fountain. The interior of the boathouse had chairs, plants, cabinets, andmap drawers along the walls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We cruised around on the boat for some time, taking considerabletime to get from one side of the river to the other. I recall chasing mydaughter around the boat, inside and out. She was younger in the dream,perhaps 2 or 3 years old, but Iperceived her as being 10 months old or so, and capable of decent speech. Myson was not aboard. After catching up to her (still chasing) I was talking withher and she asked me, “Why did we stay in the overflow annex for Aquafest for10 months?” I started to reply and then remembered she wasn’t alive back then.How could she know about that? We had indeed lived in the annex for 10 months,when I was a kid, but I didn’t even remember it because I had been little. Iremarked to the people in the room, “She’s right, but how could she know that?”(these are all false memories) I decidedit was important to look through the map drawers and found some maps thatseemed significant, and Nell Carter thought so also. Another person on the boatwas also looking at the maps and seemed worried about what they meant.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream-shift happens here.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Suddenly we were interrupted by a gang of mean men. Therewere skinny white guys and very large black guys, all wearing menacing leatherwith points and spikes. We (the group I was in) all picked up knives thatseemed to be lying around on the floor and prepared to defend ourselves. Thebad guys had knives also, and weren’t afraid to use them. We started facing offagainst different people and I took out a skinny guy and then another mid-sizedguy, and then I was left facing the giant black thug all by myself. He pulledout a knife that was more machete than anything, shiny and sharp. He tended to move stereotypically slow, and Inoticed I was wielding a heavy-handled 5” knife that had a nice heft to it. Ithrew the knife at him and it stuck in his chest, deep, but not completelyincapacitating. It slowed him a little, and as I was backing up from him Ipulled another knife out of the back of a slain thug that was lying on the groundnext to me. I prepared to fight, but I was clearly outmatched. He wielded hisbig knife and I had my little four or five inch knife, which made me feel likeI was about to die. Somehow, despite its size, I used the knife to block acouple of his attacks, and I finally stabbed him around the collar bone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Though a decent wound it still did not stop him. I backedaway and noticed some gay male cheerleaders were part of the fray, and they wereclearly on the side of the bad guys with murderous intent, though it was likethey were infected with the urge to kill rather than being inherently bad. Theywere on a hill, one holding the hands of the other, keeping the lower guy fromsliding down the hill. I stabbed the upper cheerleader in the back of the neckand they both went down. They were still smiling, and doing “gay” cheers andwere clearly affected in the head, possibly by the zombie virus. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stabbing the cheerleader was a weird sensation. Pushing theknife into his neck didn’t feel like I thought it should, slightly yielding yetmy knife didn’t seem to go in as far as I felt it should.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just remembered I slit a couple throats during the fracas. The first throat I cut didn’t bleed like I hadhoped it would and I had to stab that person with a little more force. Thesecond person I grabbed and turned to face away from me so I could slit theirthroat properly. I drew my knife across their neck and blood gushed in asatisfying manner.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I had to face the big black thug one more time. I’m notclear if I stabbed him or threw another knife into his chest, but the knifewent in pretty deep, and he seemed to be bleeding from his neck, and possiblyhis mouth. He stopped, looked down and pulled out the knife, dribbled out someblood, turned around and just walked out. He was unhappy, hurt, seriouslybleeding, and he had endured enough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I began searching through the knives left on the ground andfound a few folding knives and some cleavers with handles that covered aquarter of the blade. Knives were everywhere, the battle between groups havingbeen quite intense. Out of nowhere Oprah Winfrey shows up and starts lookingover the knives on the floor. She tells us we had good taste in knives and ifshe ever needed any cutlery she would come to us.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This was such a weird dream, so odd that punks, gaycheerleaders, and massive thugs all were focused on the same killing task. Tome, it had felt as if all the bad guys were infected by some malicious virusthat turned regular people into homicidal maniacs. Additionally, all thecharacters were stereotypical in action. The gay cheerleaders were flamboyant,the skinny punks seemed incompetent, and the big black thug was very strong butmoved slower than I could.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Oh, and the soundtrack to my dream was a song by DrowningPool, called Bodies (“Let the bodies hit the floor!”) Very appropriate.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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