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I only remember my dreams when I go to sleep drunk. I also always have nightmares when I sleep drunk. Not very fair, is it?
Me and Rich are driving back from somewhere, going through this tiny piece of shit down when we pass by an ice cream shop. He goes, "Oh, I know this place! They have the best ice cream in the world!" so we get out and walk on in. Inside it's really crowded, but we get a seat by a window and start looking at menus. For some reason, Rich's right leg is in a cast and he's hobbling around.
Eventually the waitress comes by, and I try to order something off the menu, but I can't get it right because this is a dream and reading and speaking just isn't working quite right. At this point, while I'm trying to order, is when I first notice the man outside the window. I can see straight out a long road, and this guy is at least a mile away, standing on the side of the road, leaning up against a suitcase of some sort. He's so tiny I can just barely make him out, but there's something wrong about him. It's a dream so I just know, but if this were a movie there would be ominous music playing as it zoomed in on him glancing up towards me and then looking away.
I know something's wrong, but I don't mind so much because he's way the hell away and minding his own business. I argue with the waitress a little more, trying to get her to shut the hell up so I can just order my fucking ice cream, but she won't. She's going on and on about the proper ways to order and how she's really messed up because another waiter there had just died and he was her best friend and blah blah. Finally she wanders off after taking Rich's order but not mine. Now nothing pisses me off like being gipped out of some ice cream, so I yell at her to get back here, but she doesn't listen.
I'm commiserating with Rich about our bizarre waitress when I notice out the window that the man is still there, but this time he's closer. A lot closer. He can't be more than half a mile away now, but he's not moving. He's leaning against his suitcase, staring down the road, waiting for something. I can clearly see an eye design on the suitcase in red paint. I have a bad feeling about this. Our waitress comes back and I try to order again, but she starts going on again about her friend that died just 5 days ago and how he hated being a waiter and blah blah. She starts to walk off again and this time I stand up and yell after her, "WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE A FUCKING ORDER?!" The whole room is silent and staring at me when I sit back down and look out the window.
He's not more than 50 yards away now, and he's staring right at me. I tell Rich we need to get the hell out of here, but the waitress shows up with his ice cream and he starts eating. I tell him he can eat on the way, but it's no use. I look back toward the middle of the room to find the waitress, but she's gone. Sitting on a table in the middle, though, is a black suitcase with a red eye painted on it. I look back at Rich and start scrambling up, "This is wrong! We have to go!" He doesn't know what's going on but he tries anyway, even though he's really slow with a cast on one leg. I look back to the middle of the room and the man is sitting there, one hand on the suitcase, staring at me.
The red painted eye blinks.
Suddenly the room goes crazy. People start screaming and falling over, being killed with huge slash wounds across them. I have an arm around Rich, trying to stagger away as fast as we can go, but every time I look back over my shoulder, the man is there, only this time his suitcase is gone. He's sitting at the table we were just at, holding a leash to a black dog that has red eyes. He lets go of the leash and the dog starts running straight at us. I don't know why, but this is the scariest thing I've ever felt in my life... I turn around, still with an arm around Rich, trying to get him to hobble out as fast as he can go, but it's no good. Every time I look back, the dog is darting toward us. The last time I see him, the dog is leaping through midair, red eyes ablaze, about to land on my neck...
And I wake up.
God I've got to drink less.
Me and Rich are driving back from somewhere, going through this tiny piece of shit down when we pass by an ice cream shop. He goes, "Oh, I know this place! They have the best ice cream in the world!" so we get out and walk on in. Inside it's really crowded, but we get a seat by a window and start looking at menus. For some reason, Rich's right leg is in a cast and he's hobbling around.
Eventually the waitress comes by, and I try to order something off the menu, but I can't get it right because this is a dream and reading and speaking just isn't working quite right. At this point, while I'm trying to order, is when I first notice the man outside the window. I can see straight out a long road, and this guy is at least a mile away, standing on the side of the road, leaning up against a suitcase of some sort. He's so tiny I can just barely make him out, but there's something wrong about him. It's a dream so I just know, but if this were a movie there would be ominous music playing as it zoomed in on him glancing up towards me and then looking away.
I know something's wrong, but I don't mind so much because he's way the hell away and minding his own business. I argue with the waitress a little more, trying to get her to shut the hell up so I can just order my fucking ice cream, but she won't. She's going on and on about the proper ways to order and how she's really messed up because another waiter there had just died and he was her best friend and blah blah. Finally she wanders off after taking Rich's order but not mine. Now nothing pisses me off like being gipped out of some ice cream, so I yell at her to get back here, but she doesn't listen.
I'm commiserating with Rich about our bizarre waitress when I notice out the window that the man is still there, but this time he's closer. A lot closer. He can't be more than half a mile away now, but he's not moving. He's leaning against his suitcase, staring down the road, waiting for something. I can clearly see an eye design on the suitcase in red paint. I have a bad feeling about this. Our waitress comes back and I try to order again, but she starts going on again about her friend that died just 5 days ago and how he hated being a waiter and blah blah. She starts to walk off again and this time I stand up and yell after her, "WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE A FUCKING ORDER?!" The whole room is silent and staring at me when I sit back down and look out the window.
He's not more than 50 yards away now, and he's staring right at me. I tell Rich we need to get the hell out of here, but the waitress shows up with his ice cream and he starts eating. I tell him he can eat on the way, but it's no use. I look back toward the middle of the room to find the waitress, but she's gone. Sitting on a table in the middle, though, is a black suitcase with a red eye painted on it. I look back at Rich and start scrambling up, "This is wrong! We have to go!" He doesn't know what's going on but he tries anyway, even though he's really slow with a cast on one leg. I look back to the middle of the room and the man is sitting there, one hand on the suitcase, staring at me.
The red painted eye blinks.
Suddenly the room goes crazy. People start screaming and falling over, being killed with huge slash wounds across them. I have an arm around Rich, trying to stagger away as fast as we can go, but every time I look back over my shoulder, the man is there, only this time his suitcase is gone. He's sitting at the table we were just at, holding a leash to a black dog that has red eyes. He lets go of the leash and the dog starts running straight at us. I don't know why, but this is the scariest thing I've ever felt in my life... I turn around, still with an arm around Rich, trying to get him to hobble out as fast as he can go, but it's no good. Every time I look back, the dog is darting toward us. The last time I see him, the dog is leaping through midair, red eyes ablaze, about to land on my neck...
And I wake up.
God I've got to drink less.