Dreaming of Harmonicas and Food Bombs
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kybearfuzzThis one... well, let's face it, all my dreams are freaky.
I was in a small town where I was working with a group of people who made musical instruments. It was winter time and we were in a cold factory where there was automated equipment. All I had to do was punching in the number of instruments I wanted and what type and eventually they'd pop out. The boss was this bearded guy, looked like James Brolin in "The Amityville Horror," who was really intense about the work, like it was a government secret or something.
I had just finished making a dozen harmonicas and was amazed that it could make them so fast. I test blew a note or two on one and was told to put it back by the boss. This was the last order of the day it seems and we were leaving. The boss and I were in one vehicle and the other few folks working were in others. The town was sequestered somehow, I never figured out why.
We were driving back to wherever when I got out of the vehicle at the house. I decided to go for a ride or a drive, so I got onto a nearby scooter (yeah, a scooter, geez...) I went flying down the highway, stopped at a store, got something, and was on the way back when the check engine light came on. I figured that I could still get back without having to stop.
Suddenly, overhead planes were flying over and close to the ground. All along the highway, people were stopping their cars and crawling out of the nearby woods, wondering what was going on. The plans were dropping large canister-like bombs in a single row along the highway. Instead of exploding on impact, they just bounced along the road.
I thought the planes were trying to kill everyone and made me think we were infected with something. So I jumped off the scooter and dove behind a large rock as one of the bombs bounced nearby. The bomb exploded open, releasing bags of potato chips and junk food all over. Everyone was hungry and started ripping open the bags and devouring them. For some reason, I was leery and didn't eat anything.
One of the nearby guys started saying how he knew we'd be taken care of, remarking how this box of oatmeal pies was nearly as tall as he was. And then he got dizzy and started to stumble. The food had been spiked with something... and then I woke up.
I was in a small town where I was working with a group of people who made musical instruments. It was winter time and we were in a cold factory where there was automated equipment. All I had to do was punching in the number of instruments I wanted and what type and eventually they'd pop out. The boss was this bearded guy, looked like James Brolin in "The Amityville Horror," who was really intense about the work, like it was a government secret or something.
I had just finished making a dozen harmonicas and was amazed that it could make them so fast. I test blew a note or two on one and was told to put it back by the boss. This was the last order of the day it seems and we were leaving. The boss and I were in one vehicle and the other few folks working were in others. The town was sequestered somehow, I never figured out why.
We were driving back to wherever when I got out of the vehicle at the house. I decided to go for a ride or a drive, so I got onto a nearby scooter (yeah, a scooter, geez...) I went flying down the highway, stopped at a store, got something, and was on the way back when the check engine light came on. I figured that I could still get back without having to stop.
Suddenly, overhead planes were flying over and close to the ground. All along the highway, people were stopping their cars and crawling out of the nearby woods, wondering what was going on. The plans were dropping large canister-like bombs in a single row along the highway. Instead of exploding on impact, they just bounced along the road.
I thought the planes were trying to kill everyone and made me think we were infected with something. So I jumped off the scooter and dove behind a large rock as one of the bombs bounced nearby. The bomb exploded open, releasing bags of potato chips and junk food all over. Everyone was hungry and started ripping open the bags and devouring them. For some reason, I was leery and didn't eat anything.
One of the nearby guys started saying how he knew we'd be taken care of, remarking how this box of oatmeal pies was nearly as tall as he was. And then he got dizzy and started to stumble. The food had been spiked with something... and then I woke up.
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