I had a fscked up dream last night:
<lifelike> what did you dream?
<riz> wacky wacky stuff:
<riz> I was walking through what I distinctly knew to be a highschool, although I’d never been there before.
<riz> I walked thru a locker filled hallway, and thru a classroom of some sort of dance class (lots of girls — i didn’t stop though).
<riz> out to where some olympic sized pools were, and into the parking lot.
<riz> the whole time I had the distinct impression that I was being followed, but my stalker was not able to be spotted.
<riz> it must have been after or between classes, because there weren’t a lot of people around.
<riz> Anyways, by the time I get into the parking lot I spot the guy.
<riz> And he jumps into this early 80’s lincoln or caddy and tries to run me over.
<riz> then I start pulling all these jackie chan moves, jumping over the car and bouncing off of fences and stuff.
<riz> the guy gets pissed off and comes out of the car at me with a gun.
<riz> he’s got me pinned down next to this building near the track.
<riz> I realize I have a gun, so I pull it on him.
<lifelike> OH YEAH
<riz> He thinks it is a bb gun, so he’s all like shut up and throw down the gun.
<riz> I remember having to fiddle with the safety.
<riz> and once i get it figured out, i pump the sucka full of lead.
<riz> he looked very surprised as he died.
<riz> and then I woke up.
<riz> the only thing I remember about the fellow is that he had a sortof a crewcut.
<riz> but that’s it.
<lifelike> that’s pretty fucked up.