2 shots of 1800 Silver tequila last night to celebrate the quarter's end + a tired brain = the following dream, which I'll call Armaggedon
There's a strange feeling in the air
It's the holiday season
But I feel that going shopping this evening would be disastrous
So I tell my friend, Don't go
Of course, the very shopping mall where she goes
Is the one where people get massacred
I drive over there later that night
And walk up to the front door
The security girl tells me, You can't come in
An older woman walks by and picks up a magazine from a stack near the door
She says, I just wanted to see, and sobs
I flee back toward home
It's a long path across the desert
And I'm riding a small flying motorcycle, with a lot of other people doing the same
At some point, I flip and take a fall
When I get up, I can't figure out which side of the bike should face forward
I stop and retrace my route
Kohan has gotten off his bike and is holding little pieces of mine in his hands
That he has picked up
Basically, I don't have a useable bike anymore
So I get on the back of Casey's bike for a ride
Joann appears out of nowhere and also hitches a ride with some guy
Later...
The massacre stopped at the door of our school
And it appears to be thanks to all the ghosts that live right between our front gate and the school
The evil (whatever it is) might be afraid of ghosts
So we think we'll use that to our advantage
I hear a little tinny voice coming from where I can't tell
But apparently the Mayor of Evil is specifically coming after me
For something I did to thwart him
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