Vista of Dreams

So here’s a dream I had about I had almost a week ago, and luckily I already had it written out. I’ll be throwing up posts when I manage to have a dream worth posting, which lately seems to be very often.
Enjoy.

So from what I can remember I materialise to playing guitar for a band in a Wallmart, where the center had been cleared of shelves and a small 3′ stage had sprouted. I had the notion that I was trying out for the band, and this was my first audition. I noticed how odd it was to be playing for 200+ people as an AUDITION. What the hell? I went with it anyway. Even odder still, the store was slap bang in the middle of a city as when I looked outside the mammoth sized windows, the store was surrounded by skyscrapers.

Not that odd? Wait for this; So there we were playing our last song, having underwear thrown at us like some cartoon and the guys look at me, give me the thumbs up indicating the gig was a success and I was in. Fade to what must have been 15 minutes later, and we were chilling at a table, which looked strangely like a McDonald’s table. Somehow A corner of Wallmart had morphed into a full working, busy Mcdonald’s. Chilling out, all eating burgers and stuff,the guys and I were talking about all of the panites we’d accumulated from the gig, in broad daylight, holding them up and smelling them, boasting about particular pairs that were nice [At this point, I'm wondering if I'm a closet pervert or not].

Things as they were, we’re stopped dead in our ‘discussion’ as the lights go out, and a voice comes over the tannoy. The sort of voice that you’d hear at a racetrack, calling out driver’s positions.The man then proceeds in saying we had to fight for our lives as we were now locked in with 13 psychopathic killers, who turned out to have very specific ways of killing people. Insanity ensues.

What continues to bewilder me is, the store front was made completely of normal glass which we smashed and escaped from, only to realise there was a huge tornado/hurricane/extreme storm outside, concentrated directly on the store. Being a busy McWallmart’s the place is filled with customers, who have now realised, that somewhere inside with them in the pitch-black, there are cretures of perverted terror, waiting to end their lives. Sounds of general purpose destruction, maniacally bland household items and melancholy personal radios shatter the ever so brief silence caused by the announcement. Deafening cries of murder and blood-curdling laughter fills  the now chaotic halls created by shelves and tables.

“This is some sort of Extra-Value death package created for the unwashed masses by McDonald’s right?” I say to one of the band members.

“Heck if I know, I’m breaking out and fucking off” He replies as he picks up his guitar, and flees the scene.

The rest of us now don horrified faces, split up and instantly begin looking for a way out. All I know from this point is somehow the place trebles in size and becomes a maze of sorts. So the whole while we’re being chased around this store by lunatics, who had now pretty much devoured, destroyed and decapitated everyliving thing in the place, I somehow pick up the ability to throw knives with uncanny accuracy. Ofcourse I start going to town on the crazies picking them off like some sort of uber-ninja although my unfortunate band mates had all met their end at the hands of

1. The typical axe wielding brute, who had one eye and a pet cat.
2. A blonde short haired glass killer who somehow threw glass shards like playing cards and
3. A strange dark and creepy pyromaniac who threw Molotovs at you, except the bottles were fucking HUGE.
[I can't remember the other 10 killers. Although I may update this if I can]

In the end somehow it was down to me and the glass throwing cyber punk, and one razor sharp duel to the death that took place around the front of the store, ending with me using a few cars for cover, and luring him to a  secluded corner of the car lot, and me using a petrol bomb set him ablaze. The freak now wide open I ram him against a wall with a car, squashing him waist down. I climb out of the car, draw four blades two in a hand, and dive onto his burnt head, driving them into his neck, 23 times.
Covered in blood, I wander through the subsiding storm into the store, I pick up my guitar and laugh. ” Bastard.”

At that point I fade out of the dream. I think the ‘Bastard’ was aimed at life, as I had been accepted into an awesome band, who an hour later had been catastrophically mutilated by a motley crew of half-witted murderers.

This was only scratching the surface of the dreams I have. Watch this space.