A mix of old and new dreams. I don't recall what was the reason for it, but I was in the woods of nothern Michigan with Anita. I don't have so many dreams with Anita anymore, but usually they involve her being really mad at me. This one was different. It was as if the world had ended, or was ending. And we had reconciled and found peace. Almost like it was all just a bad dream, or that in the end, none of the bad stuff really mattered.
We were hiding in the woods, surviving. It was snowy. We had been there for a good month, living off berries and improvising shelter. Then, we came upon some heavy earth moving equipment, or it came upon us. Along with it was a group of armed people. Really a mish mash of people. Not soldiers, just people.
I could not tell if they were looking for us, or subversives in general. All I knew is that they were going to cause us, and our retreat, harm. They left for the evening, with the machines unattended. Anita and I entered a huge Volvo dump truck - the kind you only see in giant strip mines. I figured our best chance for escape was to steal an unstoppable vehicle. Just as we were inside trying to get it started, two men and a woman happened upon us.
They nervously aimed their weapons at us, insisting that they were going to kill us. And by insisting, it was as if this was their directive, but that is what they were instructed to do. They had little conviction on this point, so I explained what we were doing there, and that we just wanted to leave. They lowered the weapons and I grabbed one.
I realized it was a .22 and pointed out that it was a terrible weapon to use for shoting a person. It would unlikely kill someone, but would cause them great agony if a round entered a persons abdominal cavity and ricochet around inside. Further if they wanted to be humane, they should use a .38 or a 9mm at the very least.
Just then, a fourth male arrived, pointing another .22 rifel at me. I asked jokingly, "oh, you to? Are you going to try to kill me with a .22 as well?
"Yes," and he fired.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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