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Jul. 30th, 2007 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Just now I had a dream that I was in a horror film, and part of my job was to figure out who was going to die next and/or put myself into the position of someone who would survive (albeit terribly mentally scarred, of course). The idea was that the church we were in was under siege by zombies and/or ghosts who would eat people until all the "payments" on some piece of property the church stole from them were made. We had to make payments at specific locations, any way we could -- either the worth of the payment (someone's diamond necklace) or the amount in some other worthless object (by the end we were paying in lots of 200 to 400 M&Ms).
Now, they'd already picked off the old guy who didn't believe in them, everyone who'd tried to cut and run, and the Brave But Not Very Quick-Witted Martyr, among others. I had survived by 1. not being the one to make the payment at the underground swimming pool and 2. making sure I was the one who had to hide on top of the cabinets and listen to the screams while they slaughtered people in the church kitchen. Seriously, my brain is so twisted I don't know where to begin.
Anyway, it was down to me, Carl, and Chloe, two young kids who were in charge of the M&M supply. Carl was getting on all right with counting out the M&Ms for a payment that had to be put in the very back pew, but Chloe was making a payment in an exposed position near an open door, and the zombies had guns. Fucking zombies shouldn't be allowed guns, you guys. That should be in the rules somewhere.
So there I am, using a door to block the gunshots aimed at Chloe and realising that this is the part where I sacrifice myself so the kids can make the last two payments and be the sole survivors, when my alarm wakes me up. And I swear to god I had this moment of Oh HELL NO send me back. Chloe's got to finish the payment without getting shot!
Alternate Universe, or just me needing therapy? You be the judge!
ETA: On re-reading, this wouldn't be a bad plot for a horror film. Especially the man waking up at the end.
Now, they'd already picked off the old guy who didn't believe in them, everyone who'd tried to cut and run, and the Brave But Not Very Quick-Witted Martyr, among others. I had survived by 1. not being the one to make the payment at the underground swimming pool and 2. making sure I was the one who had to hide on top of the cabinets and listen to the screams while they slaughtered people in the church kitchen. Seriously, my brain is so twisted I don't know where to begin.
Anyway, it was down to me, Carl, and Chloe, two young kids who were in charge of the M&M supply. Carl was getting on all right with counting out the M&Ms for a payment that had to be put in the very back pew, but Chloe was making a payment in an exposed position near an open door, and the zombies had guns. Fucking zombies shouldn't be allowed guns, you guys. That should be in the rules somewhere.
So there I am, using a door to block the gunshots aimed at Chloe and realising that this is the part where I sacrifice myself so the kids can make the last two payments and be the sole survivors, when my alarm wakes me up. And I swear to god I had this moment of Oh HELL NO send me back. Chloe's got to finish the payment without getting shot!
Alternate Universe, or just me needing therapy? You be the judge!
ETA: On re-reading, this wouldn't be a bad plot for a horror film. Especially the man waking up at the end.
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Date: 2009-01-27 05:28 pm (UTC)But yes, awesome plot.