DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES
PHANTASMAGORIUM
A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS
This is an account of a dream where Matthew James catches the perpetrator who was messing with the cars outside. He takes him to his home and later gets a huge headache from an indoor roller coaster accident.
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Disturbance At The BDCC
1 I am awakened by my father. He says someone is messing with the cars out front. It’s the BDCC, anything could happen!
2 They might have been hosing the tops down with water. Apparently that’s a bad thing, if it freezes, we’re all screwed.
3 I poke my head out and look around. I’m very wary of my surroundings, for it’s nighttime.
4 We take it to the back where the golf course is covered in the night’s blackness. I recall phone calls and possible electrical impulses throughout. We inspect the premises, we hit the lights, switch the settings, then boom! We see the perpetrator.
5 He’s a young neighborhood kid from one of the new houses from across the fairway. He’s short, chubby, with long hair and a baseball cap. We walk him over to his house. His mom seems to know what he did. “He’s been acting funny lately.”
6 It could have been his medication, but the point is, we found him; the neighborhood is safe.
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Suddenly At Pseudo Work
7 At work now, apparently. It’s daytime and the sun is bright. Today’s work involves testing this new indoor roller coaster. I’m not sure why, but hey, it seems fun.
8 Three of us are on it, ready to go. We end up at this part where it’s hard to stop, the hand-brakes don’t seem to be working, and we derail, safely.
9 The second time around, not so safe. At that same section we derail and I go flying. I hit the wall, head first, and lie there for a moment. I get up and walk outside.
10 I feel fine, except for the fact that the left side of my head hurts really bad–it’s throbbing, and the sun isn’t helping. There were two confirmed injuries, and the day is done.
11 I try to locate my keys, but I can’t seem to find my car. I get a ride on this gator-like vehicle to my car. I get off and this attractive older lady tells me about my huge bruise on my head.
12 “Is it that bad?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” I need a doctor, or someone needs to take me to the hospital.
13 I believe I find my car.
14 An employer calls me, I answer. He says, “Could you come in tonight to get the sunset at the house? Bob’s got the ND. You’d only be there for like 45 minutes.” I start to tell him that I was involved in an accident and needed the ER.
15 I don’t remember his response, but I do remember waking up with the left side of my head throbbing.
7 These things I say in the name of Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
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