This blog is a compilation of dreams I have had. If there's one thing I love to mention in order to direct attention to me at breakfast, it's whatever dreams I had the night before. I like dreams, because I feel like they're fascinating little automatic narratives. I'll only report things I remember accurately. Proper names have been excluded, but I'll gladly explain further in private.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I am a Buddy Cop, but Not the Effective One. Someone's Fiance Stabs a Family Member
I am a buddy cop character in the home stretch of a buddy cop movie, where I am employing my own unique skill set to defeat the bad guy. For me, this means wandering aimlessly around a house where people are preparing for their beautiful daughter to wed some asshole guy. My buddy is the more effective one of the duo, and ran away into the night after subduing a team of assassins with his martial arts prowess, so I'm in charge of this situation. The husband-to-be gets in a dispute over something stupid and wedding-related with a member of the family, stabs them, and flees in the 'Just Married' car, so I try to pursue him on foot, but firemen and first responders (they never show up until the end of the showdown in buddy cop movies) are blocking the doorway. The bride is mildly embarrassed that she got the family mixed up with such a bastard, but not very sincerely--because she's enamored with the more effective buddy cop. I get the impression that nobody's really concerned about any of this, and that they can handle the situation themselves, so I wake up, and eat some fajita meat. 1-19-2012
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