For you dream analyzers out there...go nuts with this one:
It was as if we were running around purposely trying to track down these...people, but they were more like ghosts..or zombies? It was as if, however, we had been left with no other choice. The furvor with which we searched was matched equally by the strength of feelings, urges, to hide. Deep harsh fear. But we had no choice.
In the last scene, we were in a yard. The front yard of a house set back very far from the road. A house set back so far it felt like turning around and being startled by someone you don't know standing very close to you. We inched slowly backwards, we were startled by the house, and then ashamed - the way you feel when you forget someones name. The house knew my name, and I didn't know his.
It was dark but the little light there was felt like christmas lights. White ones, but without the twinkle. Just the dull seeping of obviously artificial light. Something inside told us this was it. One second I ducked as to not be seen through it's windows the next I was on the roof crouching waiting the next I was on the ground to it's left and one of those people those ghosts was coming at me. Did he jump from the roof? I saw it coming at me time paused he froze and in that split second a voice told me enough to satifsy me without actually making sense.
"He has to be killed twice. The first time by normal means, but that won't stop him. Once you kill him, he has nothing to live for". Without giving me time to think about what that meant you continued "Then you must touch him where his sickness is for him to die again". Then somehow I knew. They wanted to kill me, but I still had such sympathy-I would kill them and they would be relieved. Time was unfrozen he came at me almost in midair I was suddenly holding a gun I shot him knowing it had killed him once but he did not slow I ran at him and put my hands on his neck I knew the sickness was in his neck. When I touched it, he died, and tell to the ground.
It was as if we were running around purposely trying to track down these...people, but they were more like ghosts..or zombies? It was as if, however, we had been left with no other choice. The furvor with which we searched was matched equally by the strength of feelings, urges, to hide. Deep harsh fear. But we had no choice.
In the last scene, we were in a yard. The front yard of a house set back very far from the road. A house set back so far it felt like turning around and being startled by someone you don't know standing very close to you. We inched slowly backwards, we were startled by the house, and then ashamed - the way you feel when you forget someones name. The house knew my name, and I didn't know his.
It was dark but the little light there was felt like christmas lights. White ones, but without the twinkle. Just the dull seeping of obviously artificial light. Something inside told us this was it. One second I ducked as to not be seen through it's windows the next I was on the roof crouching waiting the next I was on the ground to it's left and one of those people those ghosts was coming at me. Did he jump from the roof? I saw it coming at me time paused he froze and in that split second a voice told me enough to satifsy me without actually making sense.
"He has to be killed twice. The first time by normal means, but that won't stop him. Once you kill him, he has nothing to live for". Without giving me time to think about what that meant you continued "Then you must touch him where his sickness is for him to die again". Then somehow I knew. They wanted to kill me, but I still had such sympathy-I would kill them and they would be relieved. Time was unfrozen he came at me almost in midair I was suddenly holding a gun I shot him knowing it had killed him once but he did not slow I ran at him and put my hands on his neck I knew the sickness was in his neck. When I touched it, he died, and tell to the ground.
I hope it wasn't traumatic or anything.