Two dreams simultaneously.
My wife and I are in what we assume to be my brother and
sister-in-laws basement sleeping on a mattress on the floor. There’s a TV playing some type of monster
movie. The volume is low so it doesn’t
wake my wife. Nosy, I start going
through the bookshelves on the opposite side.
There are small hardbound books that appear to be made of letters and
such from the hosts’ of the house. I
start going through them while also going through my phone trying to find what’s
going on with Tourniquet.
I walk into a Chinese restaurant with a couple of
guys. They’re my crew apparently though
I don’t really see who they are. Upon
walking in there’s an old man on the outside of the counter talking to the
cashier/host. He doesn’t look at me and
we keep walking to the far end of the bar.
While looking through the hardbound book of letters loud
sound is coming out. There’s a video on
one of the pages and I look for the volume on the side of the book to turn it
down so it doesn’t wake my wife. Sure
enough on the side of the book are volume buttons like on a phone and I turn it
down. The monster movie continues to
play on the TV. I keep looking through
my phone which has projected like a holographic screen while still going
through the book of letters.
In the Chinese restaurant I go back to one of the men at
the front door and I’m having harsh words with them. He’s yelling at me while pointing. I grab a chopping block on a counter at the
front door and show it to him asking him if he wants the chopping block,
assuming he gets my drift. The old man
shoots me a dirty look while revealing a large knife from his long coat. I pay him no attention and go back to my boys
at the end of the bar. I see the old man
talking to a couple of thuggish guys; must be security. One of the large suited men starts walking
back towards us in an intimidating strut.
I’m trying to find what’s going on with Tourniquet when I
keep finding that Dennis backed out completely and I can’t get a hold of
him. He’s shut me out and cut me off
completely. There’s so much of what I’m
seeing on the holographic display that I don’t really understand. I’m digging through the numbers and random
sites and message boards like I was digging through an old junk drawer.
The large man in a nice suit approaches me at the bar
with my crew behind me. Without hearing
him out I reveal a large knife of my own and stick it in his groin and pull
up. With him disposed I walk down to the
old man at the end of the bar, clearly the owner and quite the strong entity
around here. He looks nervous and he
seems to lose all of his bravado as I near him.
I put his hands on a marble chopping block on the bar in front of
him. He’s squirming and muttering
something in Chinese.
In the bed next to my wife I have a knife to the toes on
my right foot.
I give the small man a speech about how much I enjoy the
number ten; how universal it is. I cut a
finger off of his right hand and then cut the same finger off of his left.
In the bed next to my wife I cut a toe off of my right
foot. It’s painful and blood spills
profusely. I sling the toe off to the
side.
I continue to cut the fingers off of the hands of the
little man. Blood covers the chopping
block. Everyone watches. He cries.
I keep cutting the toes off of my foot beside my sleeping
wife. It hurts so bad and when I sling
the toes off to the side blood splatters on the white blanket.
Just like my toes, the man’s fingers continue to come
off. Everyone’s afraid of me and this
small man’s powerful image is gone. A
large noise is heard from my left at the entrance of the Chinese restaurant. Monsters, the very monsters from the TV that’s
on beside the bed, bust in. Everyone
panics.
I cut my last toe off on my right foot when my wife asks,
“Honey, what are you doing?”
I wake up.
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