I must have done a lot of drugs when I was younger and then totally blocked it out. I can think of no other reason for dreams like this.
It starts like it's mid-scene in a horror movie. There are a little over a twenty of us, some I know, some I don't, running through the streets of a burning city being chased by a pack of werewolf type monsters. We round a corner and run into a pile of debris blocking our path. Some in the group scramble over the debris rather easily, others struggle. I find myself with two other men trying to help several young women over the pile when the werewolves catch up to us. They tear one of the other men apart and are about to set upon us when an older man who was already at the top of the pile begins to fire at them with a silver plated shotgun screaming, "Mr.Jimmy's gonna getcha!". The first wolf he hits explodes giving us all enough time to find something to fight back with. More wolves are coming and we're fighting valiantly but losing. Mr.Jimmy is relentless though. He fires, reloads, barely takes aim and fires again destroying wolf after wolf. But they just keep coming. And now the other survivors are swarming back over the pile, there are werewolves on the other side as well. We're trapped on top of this pile but the number of wolves is dwindling now. We've lost a lot of people, but we've almost got them beat. And then the big wolf comes. We can hear it before we can see it, I'm holding one fairly large wolf off by the throat and beating it with a crowbar when the big werewolf comes bounding down the street leaps clear over a half dozen burning cars and lands right in front of Mr.Jimmy. The old man's already killed a dozen of the wolves but with this monster staring at him from mere inches away he hesitates...and then he's gone. Blood, guts, and the gun all that's left of him as the big wolf howls up at the moon. The gun's not ten feet away from me. I finish off the wolf I'm entangled with and make a mad dash for Mr.Jimmy's silver plated shotgun.
The big wolf gets there first and smacks me away, I'm hurting but it's given one of the other guys the opportunity to get a hold of the gun. He picks it up with a big grin on his face, brings it around so it's pointing at the big wolf, and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. He panics, the big wolf takes him down. The gun falls pretty much on top of me, along with what's left of the other guy. I'm scrambling now, dodging the big wolf's claws and looking for Mr.Jimmy's remains hoping to find a shotgun shell or two so I can kill this big honking wolf that's currently trying to eat me and these other very nice people who seem to be standing around screaming or pissing their pants instead of trying to help me. I'm just about to cut and run when I see out of the corner of my eye two shotgun shells on top of the pile of debris. I rush back up to the top of the pile, grab the shells and turn to see the big wolf charging right at me. Shit.
I crack the shotgun, re-load, snap it back into place (in my head I hear Ash growling "This...is my boomstick.") and jab it into the maw of the snarling monster as he leaps to attack me. "Enough with the fucking werewolves already!" I scream as I discharge the explosive shell directly into the beast's face. It explodes rather pleasantly sending hairy little chunks of werewolf all over the other survivors. I stumble down the pile of werewolf corpses and debris and join the rest of the survivors to discuss what's next.
~
I'm not entirely sure what the next dream meant (as opposed to the last dream which I'm pretty sure meant I fucking hate werewolves), or when exactly it took place. It's sort of flitted in and out of my consciousness for the last few hours. I think it was a lingerer from Monday night mostly because I swear I could taste scotch during the dream (aside: while sitting at the bar on Monday night, just after the bartender nearly hugged me to death, she asked if I wanted my usual Glenlivet. Apparently they've begun to stock the good stuff because she asked me if I wanted the 12 year old or the 18 year old. Not wanting to drop $30 on a drink that I was three drinks past being able to appreciate already I said rather too loudly, "I'll take the 12 year old please." At which point a rather hairy gentleman sitting to my left began to chuckle loudly as he ashed his cigar in a rather Burgess Meredith as The Penguin sort of way and I all too late realized that in a place where women are the main commodity you have to be a little more careful in the way you word things, and you should always take the 18 year old.) So anyway, I'm driving my car and I'm tasting scotch. There are other people in the car with me, but I can't see who they are. I keep looking in the rear view mirror but every once and awhile I get a glimpse of the guy behind the wheel and it's not me, it's me from a long long time ago. And every time I look again I'm different, sometimes older and sometimes younger. But I don't change, just the reflection in the mirror. And then the ground starts to open up. These long dark cavernous cracks that swallow up trees and houses and everything around us. But I keep driving, and I'm dodging them all. And we round a corner into Haledon and everyone in the car with me is gone. But that's ok. Because I know I'm going to meet them. Except I get to Wizard's and it's gone. It's like it was never there, it's just a house. So I head back into Haledon (which I'd just driven through and everything was normal) but none of the Haledon bars are there either. Geez was a hairstylists and the Tavern was an appliance shop. But no bars. Everyone said to meet them at the bar, but none of the bars are there. I think maybe that they meant one of the go-go bars the guys and I frequent. So I head down to Bloomfield. The building is there and it looks exactly the same, except it's a school and not the bar. Now I'm really confused, and slightly upset. What the hell is going on? I see a guy I know standing on the corner so I hop out of the car and run over to talk to him, but he doesn't know me. I turn around to get back in my car but now it's gone too. It's cold, it's getting dark, and everything is very very quiet. And for the first time...I'm a little bit scared.
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