Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Motorhead ‘1916’



Okay… I don’t want to come on this blog and just write about the weird dreams that I have… The last one that I had was a doozy!

For some reason, I was working as an usher at a movie theater. I was stationed at the “ticket ripping” place where I would point out what theater your movie was in. And after the first few people, a drunken chick came up and wanted to use the bathroom. I couldn’t let her by because she didn’t have a ticket. She told me that her boyfriend was getting the ticket and she was going straight to the bathroom and would be right back. I couldn’t allow that. She would have to wait until her boyfriend showed up with the ticket.

She stood by tapping her foot and giving me and the other usher dirty looks. When the two of us were distracted, she took off and made a clumsy attempt at trying to get over the velvet ropes. The other usher and I had to grab her and escort her out of the establishment and when we shoved her out the door, we politely told her that we no longer wanted her business. And of course, she shouted obscenities at us and shouted how she would never come back.

Upon re-entering, we noticed several rowdy kids taking off to a theater. The other usher and myself tracked them down and made sure they had tickets for the flick. And here’s where the weirdness begins… We made our way back out to the lobby and it was pure bedlam. The female employees were running out the front door with their mouths covered by their hands and some were shouting things like “Oh my God!” People were running everywhere and in no direction.

I came around the corner with the other usher and we both stopped in our tracks. There was a head lying on the floor with the body lying close by. The body was dressed in an usher’s uniform and looked as if it had turned to jelly. The head was rocking back and forth and complaining about how hard they had hit the floor. I noticed that the back of the head had in fact been cracked open like a cantaloupe. It looked like a big clump of hair matted down with thick blood and pieces of bone visible. Her eyes were rolling around wildly and I started to talk to it.

I got down on my hands and knees making sure not to get any of the gore on me and asked, “Can you see me?”

Her eyes were still rolling around looking for something to focus on and she answered me with, “No. My head hurts.”

“It’s okay. You’re going to be fine,” I said with a confident, soothing tone and trying not to sound like I was lying. I crawled closer and asked her, “What’s your name?”

She mumbled something that I couldn’t understand and so I decided to tell her my name and some other “fun facts”.

I said, “My name’s Eugene. I’m a fat guy who owns a truck, watches NASCAR, and visits art museums.”

I got no response and I realized that she was finally dead. And that’s when I woke up.

Yes, I’m still scratching my head over that one. So if you have any interpretations, feel free to post them in the comments section. I appreciate the emails, but I’d really like you to post them.

I’ve finished the first two discs of Monk and I must say that I really dig this show. Is it still on television?

I could never find that show because they kept moving it around on a broadcast network and every so often, I would see ads for it on the USA Network. I only made a mental note, but never followed up on it.

Next up and warming up in the DVD player is Lucky Number Slevin. I have heard so many good things about this flick and I will let you know what I thought of it soon.

3 comments:

  1. Your subconscious is imploring you to increase your fiber intake.

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  2. Charles12:25 PM

    You sir....are a weirdo....

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  3. and i thought my dreams were werid...

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