My dream...or nightmare...some great mystery lurking in the depths of my subconscious mind...why is it so familure?
It was supposed to be a nice quiet evening...my mother...my father...my little sister...me all cruising downtown for a bite to eat...a moment in family history...My mom was driving her bulky white benz into the nearly busy parking garage...I had just previously taken note of the girls softball team in the pub we were going to settle into...& so...mom isn't a great driver...she's nearly 60 and that's old in my book...she can barely handle that gas peddle or see over the stearing wheel...not to mention...her glasses are never clear...& she gets flustered...I keep an eye out for her as a good back seat driver should...& tell her to watch out...turn here...there's a spot...we enter a new level...I see a man & women under a car...looks as though they had trouble & it's jacked up...some kind of leaking fluid...then I see the little boy who is slightly taller than our hood...I mention it..."watch out for the boy"...she begins to back up...& he runs behind us...I tell her again...watch out for the boy...I jump out...she obviously can't see him...for whatever reason...& he is gone...not there anymore...& the women under the car...is running toward us...yelling help...I run toward the car as my parents ask her what is wrong...there I see the horrific dead man...in a pool of blood...& oil...his eyes are wide open...& there is writing in the oil...it says..."AS IS"...& then I see that there is a connection in this...& other murders...that they include pieces to the puzzle...who is this psycho killer?
In any event...I wake up & think about this for an hour or so...it's still bugging me...I'm almost certain I'll have another dream about this...who is that boy...was he real...or a ghost? what part does he play...why show me?
I nearly died the other day...& the headlines would of read...jay walking across highway splat by corvette!!!
It was supposed to be a nice quiet evening...my mother...my father...my little sister...me all cruising downtown for a bite to eat...a moment in family history...My mom was driving her bulky white benz into the nearly busy parking garage...I had just previously taken note of the girls softball team in the pub we were going to settle into...& so...mom isn't a great driver...she's nearly 60 and that's old in my book...she can barely handle that gas peddle or see over the stearing wheel...not to mention...her glasses are never clear...& she gets flustered...I keep an eye out for her as a good back seat driver should...& tell her to watch out...turn here...there's a spot...we enter a new level...I see a man & women under a car...looks as though they had trouble & it's jacked up...some kind of leaking fluid...then I see the little boy who is slightly taller than our hood...I mention it..."watch out for the boy"...she begins to back up...& he runs behind us...I tell her again...watch out for the boy...I jump out...she obviously can't see him...for whatever reason...& he is gone...not there anymore...& the women under the car...is running toward us...yelling help...I run toward the car as my parents ask her what is wrong...there I see the horrific dead man...in a pool of blood...& oil...his eyes are wide open...& there is writing in the oil...it says..."AS IS"...& then I see that there is a connection in this...& other murders...that they include pieces to the puzzle...who is this psycho killer?
In any event...I wake up & think about this for an hour or so...it's still bugging me...I'm almost certain I'll have another dream about this...who is that boy...was he real...or a ghost? what part does he play...why show me?
I nearly died the other day...& the headlines would of read...jay walking across highway splat by corvette!!!
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serendipity:
Committed is away with the Cirkus 
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