Later I walk in through the front door of what was supposed to be a friend’s house, though I honestly thought it was indistinguishable from any other generic suburban home. Inside I find Toby Keith and Tim McGraw sitting at a table playing Texas Hold ‘Em and drinking brews. Funny thing is that I really don’t listen country much at all, and if I do, it’s usually Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, or Hank Williams, Jr.; the old shit, you know? Well, I just sat down without saying a word and listened to the two country singers talk about aliases they’d used in the past when booked into hotels on tours. After a while I began hoping that Shania Twain and/or Faith Hill would appear
After leaving the house I’m surprised to hear my phone ring. I pull it out of my pocket and groan in disappointment when I find it’s my RAZR (I have multiple phones). The caller’s my old buddy Chris, whom I’d just spoken to for the first time in over a year a day or two ago. He said he was holed up in a classroom and needed some help. I make my way to the school he’s in, which was HHS, just all gray. While sneaking through the halls while communicating with Bluetooth headsets (something I don’t own) and as I pass by Mr. Means’ class/lab I hear him whisper, “I shit, I’m about to be caught.” I remember recalling being confused about being able to open the door without being heard. I kicked the guy in the back of his left knee, caught his head between my left arm and ribs under my armpit as he buckled backwards and stabbed my Applegate combat knife at an angle which the blade went under the guy’s ribs and into those vitals protected underneath. He struggled a little but eventually stopped moving. I set him down quietly and crept behind the big table at the front of the class/lab used for demonstrations and then whispered into the Bluetooth headset to see how Chris was doing. Before getting any sort of response, my alarm goes off and it’s 4:35 AM and time for me to go to the gym. Weird ass dream.
♪…SLEEP MY FRIEND AND YOU WILL SEESong of the Moment: “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” by Metallica
THAT DREAM IS MY REALITY
THEY KEEP ME LOCKED UP IN THIS CAGE
CAN’T THEY SEE IT’S WHY MY BRAIN SAYS “RAGE”…♪