I have this weird habit of setting my alarm for one to two hours before I actually get up. I don't know why I do this, it just seems to work for me. I think it is some kind of self delusional attempt to trick myself into thinking I got to sleep in. In doing this I have actually kind of got ahold on the whole lucid dream thing...I think. Anyway I have all these delightful little mini dreams that I am aware are dreams and have an amount of control over. Dreams with a gaussian blur, if you like.
That being said this morning I managed somehow to turn of my blackberry alarm and at the same time completely block out NPR and fall back into a deep sleep. This gets us back to the main points. 1. I overslept and 2. I shot Rufio in the face.
Yeah...pow right it the kisser...well by kisser I mean the middle of his forehead. Please don't blame me. I was in the middle of this gang fight situation, no his hair did not look like that nor was he dressed up like the son of david bowie and my chemical romance, and I had really no idea what was going on. For some reason we were trapped there, not in the connivence store per se but in that dream. I was taken hostage by the urban lost boy. I believe in an attempt to get back at my brother, because for some reason he was in the other gang...with an old man. Somehow i got the gun from him and boom, good night Rufio. He looked me in the eye and said thank you, then he died. The dream ended pretty abruptly after that. Shocked into consciousness I was left with a few important questions.
One: Does this make me hook?
Two: Does this make me hook?
Three: Does this make me hook?
There is probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for being trapped in a sealed dimension with a side character from a Robin Williams film. It probably has something to do with watching way to much Dr. Who and not getting enough sleep peppered with every episode of Very Mary Kate. Probably. But for now.
I am Captain Hook