Serial Killer & Soul Separation
I dreamt last night that I was a detective on the case of a serial killer who was murdering people at Redskins football games. He'd already killed 8 people and we had a full team at every game, practice, team meeting, etc. I was at a game and all Bruce-Willis-in-Unbreakable style got a weird vibe from this guy who walked past me... could've been the black hoodie, sunglasses, and awkward walk. I followed him as he weaved in and out of people and pillars. I lost him when he entered a parking lot and as I was carefully searching for him he popped up from behind a car and shot me 5 times in the chest and stomach. He turned around and started shooting everyone in sight.
I decided that there was no way this psychopath would let me live, so I decided to lay there with my eyes wide open and pretend to be dead. He walked up to me and just stood there staring at me... finally I had to take a breath, I tried to make it as shallow as possible, but he saw it and he shot me in the left leg 4 times, somehow I managed not to move, but I gasped for another quick breath and he shot me in the right leg 6 times. Then he crouched down beside me waiting to see if I moved, when my eye twitched he stood up and shot me in the chest and stomach 3 more times. Right when he was about to shoot me in the head more cops arrived and shot him in the arm and legs and attacked him onto the ground.
The ambulances arrived and were taking me to the hospital, I was miraculously still alive. The paramedics were commenting on what a good mood I was in after having been shot nearly 20 times. I said I couldn't feel much and the only thing I knew to do to be in a better mood was to smile. So, that's what I did while they were pulling bullets out of my legs with forceps. I told them I'd really rather they start working on the bullets in my chest and stomach since I figured that'd be what killed me first. That's when they informed me that they were the leg specialists, not the chest/stomach guys. I asked them, sorta impatiently at this point, why the hell they didn't put me in the ambulance with the other guys! That's when I finally blacked out.
The dream picked back up months later when I was released from the hospital and started working a desk job back on the force. The first day I was leaving the office I stepped outside and this guy walked around the corner and started shooting at me. Then he was joined by 15 other guys and the whole force joined me and we had an all out gun battle. We came out ahead, but lost a lot of guys.
At the mass funeral service someone approached me looking very cloak & dagger. He told me that I was an ideal candidate for an experiment that the government was conducting with temporarily separating the soul from the body. He gave me a card that had nothing but a street address on it. A week later I went to that address where a beautiful woman approached and walked past without slowing down she told me to follow her. We hopped in the back of a limo that pulled alongside and were driven into a garage and we got out and went into an elevator that took us WAY below ground.
After giving me a physical they took me into this very large facility where there was a centrifuge, much like THIS ONE. They gave us a shot of a chemical which would induce the separation. I got into the centrifuge along with 4 others and it started spinning, after a couple of minutes a transparent version of myself stepped away from my body. It was my consciousness, my soul. The others told me to hold their hands, we joined hands in a circle and closed our eyes, then opened them and we were in heaven. Whatever we wanted we immediately had. I was able to sit at a bar and talk to anyone I wanted over the most delicious beer I'd ever tasted. I was able to learn so many different things from people I'd known who had passed and from historic figures, then it was time to go back. We rejoined hands in a circle and then woke up back in our bodies which were at this time in beds in a medical center.
At this point I don't remember a whole lot, but I know when I woke up it reminded me of "Flatliners" where I started having waking hallucinations of many past bad experiences from my life. Just when this was starting to get good and scary I woke up at 657AM. I never EVER wake up that early and I was pissed because I was really enjoying that dream!
I decided that there was no way this psychopath would let me live, so I decided to lay there with my eyes wide open and pretend to be dead. He walked up to me and just stood there staring at me... finally I had to take a breath, I tried to make it as shallow as possible, but he saw it and he shot me in the left leg 4 times, somehow I managed not to move, but I gasped for another quick breath and he shot me in the right leg 6 times. Then he crouched down beside me waiting to see if I moved, when my eye twitched he stood up and shot me in the chest and stomach 3 more times. Right when he was about to shoot me in the head more cops arrived and shot him in the arm and legs and attacked him onto the ground.
The ambulances arrived and were taking me to the hospital, I was miraculously still alive. The paramedics were commenting on what a good mood I was in after having been shot nearly 20 times. I said I couldn't feel much and the only thing I knew to do to be in a better mood was to smile. So, that's what I did while they were pulling bullets out of my legs with forceps. I told them I'd really rather they start working on the bullets in my chest and stomach since I figured that'd be what killed me first. That's when they informed me that they were the leg specialists, not the chest/stomach guys. I asked them, sorta impatiently at this point, why the hell they didn't put me in the ambulance with the other guys! That's when I finally blacked out.
The dream picked back up months later when I was released from the hospital and started working a desk job back on the force. The first day I was leaving the office I stepped outside and this guy walked around the corner and started shooting at me. Then he was joined by 15 other guys and the whole force joined me and we had an all out gun battle. We came out ahead, but lost a lot of guys.
At the mass funeral service someone approached me looking very cloak & dagger. He told me that I was an ideal candidate for an experiment that the government was conducting with temporarily separating the soul from the body. He gave me a card that had nothing but a street address on it. A week later I went to that address where a beautiful woman approached and walked past without slowing down she told me to follow her. We hopped in the back of a limo that pulled alongside and were driven into a garage and we got out and went into an elevator that took us WAY below ground.
After giving me a physical they took me into this very large facility where there was a centrifuge, much like THIS ONE. They gave us a shot of a chemical which would induce the separation. I got into the centrifuge along with 4 others and it started spinning, after a couple of minutes a transparent version of myself stepped away from my body. It was my consciousness, my soul. The others told me to hold their hands, we joined hands in a circle and closed our eyes, then opened them and we were in heaven. Whatever we wanted we immediately had. I was able to sit at a bar and talk to anyone I wanted over the most delicious beer I'd ever tasted. I was able to learn so many different things from people I'd known who had passed and from historic figures, then it was time to go back. We rejoined hands in a circle and then woke up back in our bodies which were at this time in beds in a medical center.
At this point I don't remember a whole lot, but I know when I woke up it reminded me of "Flatliners" where I started having waking hallucinations of many past bad experiences from my life. Just when this was starting to get good and scary I woke up at 657AM. I never EVER wake up that early and I was pissed because I was really enjoying that dream!
Labels: bruce willis, detective, dream film movie heaven death, eternity, flatliners, football, ghosts, murder, nfl, redskins, serial killer, soul, unbreakable
posted by kchertu at 5/28/2009 12:42:00 PM
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