-Dream-
I am a cop, for some reason or another, and I head to a friend of the families house. He purchased my childhood home after the old owners disappeared. I walk up and talk to him about two murders , one that I know he did and got away with and it was my fault. He killed a little girl and the police messed up on arrest and evidence procedures and I told him, on accident that they had. The second is a murder that everyone knows he did but there is no evidence to link him to it.
His name is Gary and he looks like a straggly haired John Malkovich, complete with blond goatee that hangs down about 6". I look over my childhood home and see he has changed the address to a long series of numbers (I really wish I had wrote those down the second I woke up) the numbers on the front of the house where the address belongs is about 10 digits when it used to be 3. And there is a huge paragraph of numbers over the archway on a space that looks like a work of art should go.
Gary comes up to me with a wide smile and a firm hand shake until I tell him I am here to take him in. He looks at me shocked. He tells me he's known me since I was born and why would I take him in after I helped keep him free. At this point he seems to grow, or my perspective of him grows to about 7' or so, like he is now looming over me. The light around me also shifts from a nice summer day to something of a darker Autumn.
I try to use my radio to call for backup but for some reason its just a transistor size doodad that might be sending but does not receive acknowledgment. He offers me something to drink and starts back into the house.
-I wake up.-
I am a cop, for some reason or another, and I head to a friend of the families house. He purchased my childhood home after the old owners disappeared. I walk up and talk to him about two murders , one that I know he did and got away with and it was my fault. He killed a little girl and the police messed up on arrest and evidence procedures and I told him, on accident that they had. The second is a murder that everyone knows he did but there is no evidence to link him to it.
His name is Gary and he looks like a straggly haired John Malkovich, complete with blond goatee that hangs down about 6". I look over my childhood home and see he has changed the address to a long series of numbers (I really wish I had wrote those down the second I woke up) the numbers on the front of the house where the address belongs is about 10 digits when it used to be 3. And there is a huge paragraph of numbers over the archway on a space that looks like a work of art should go.
Gary comes up to me with a wide smile and a firm hand shake until I tell him I am here to take him in. He looks at me shocked. He tells me he's known me since I was born and why would I take him in after I helped keep him free. At this point he seems to grow, or my perspective of him grows to about 7' or so, like he is now looming over me. The light around me also shifts from a nice summer day to something of a darker Autumn.
I try to use my radio to call for backup but for some reason its just a transistor size doodad that might be sending but does not receive acknowledgment. He offers me something to drink and starts back into the house.
-I wake up.-
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mildots:
everglades seasoning
comic_guy:
It's amazing that you're able to remember these dreams in such vivid detail.