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10/11/09

A revelation. 

1st it starts with some cheesy horror movie in the vein of most slashers combined with new age torture porn (think Scream meets Saw). The catch is that we are (Idk who this we is, but let's just say it's the cast) in the process of making this movie. It's all filmed naturally, with us not realizing how the movie ends, or how it progresses. Maybe it was some sort of method acting to add to the tension. It was most likely how the dream progressed.

The premise (of the movie) is some crazy guy with a weird ceramic mask, akin to Guy Fawkes mask. It's a bit more comical looking however. 

The main characters (at least the ones I was around the most) are this guy, a girl, the father, and I. I guess we're all a happy family. It's got an ensemble cast of random fucktards adding to the scenery. 

Speaking of which, the set was very surreal and realistic in the same stroke.

Some beautiful landscapes of wilderness, barren wastelands, an industrial complex, all mixed into some morphing mish-mash of insanity.

The complex becomes of greater significance later.

Anyway, the killer is hacking up people with ghostly efficiency. It's frightening, yet, equally engaging. The conversations with the other actors are a miasma of movie dialogue and offside onset banter. At times the 2 would merge into strange colloquialisms that had nothing to do with the movie. 

As more people are being made defeat, the pool of suspects is becoming shallower. It's now somewhat of a suspenseful thriller. Everyone is turning against everyone in an effort of staying alive; this is only helping the killer. Everyone is being too noisy and uncouth to realize that he/she is picking off more people while this infighting is occurring. This was symbolized by the classic tense music before the kill. 

One character that stands out is a chef's wife. She says that she's looking for her mother in one of the rooms of the complex, but she's just wandering around aimlessly. This complex has become a stronghold for the survivors. It's quite large, decrepit, but with a large amount of security features (which are apparently useless). One that strikes a chord is buzzer to the blast gates that entrance. It happens to ring. The woman with the lost mother goes to the gate. Not too strange, but her husband is the one who attends to that, so she shouldn't be off in such a hurry. 

I follow.

I see the gates open and close quickly. But no one came inside. 

I notice the chef has the same knife/machete/sword thing as the murderer. 

The bitch of his wife comes up and slices my neck. Puta. I'll see you in hell. 

Idk how the movie ends, as my part is finished. And I was so close to the end. 

Anyway, the movie gets great reviews and is a financial success of massive proportions. For some damn reason, one of the rooms with a ladder access is flooded. I'm on the top floor and the guy in the Scream/Jig-Saw get-up is floating up to the top on a plastic tub. This motherfucker is balling and he comes up to brag about it. Then he reads some the reviews, calling his performance "riveting". WTF?

I walk through the outside world, which is now sunny. It's a mangled skyline of twisted metal. Walgreen's somehow exists in the post-apocalyptic world, but it's the only store to exist. Odd. I walk to some slums/squatter area. It's a complete shithole, so I see no point to call these people squatters. The area is not owned by anyone. 

I interact with these characters. They're strange, to say the least. 

That's when I see her (you thought this wasn't gunna be another psychotic wet dream fantasy? shame on you). 

She wasn't in the movie. She's walking to some dilapidated warehouse, popping Xanex and Valiums. I speak with her, and try to barter pills for sex. Quite awful, but the world is in terrible condition and the only store that happens to exist is a goddamn Walgreen's.

I follow her to the warehouse, falling to shit as it has no walls, just a lot I-beams in random places. And a color shifting couch. We sit there. I stop my advances, as they were becoming repulsive.

I squeeze her upper thighs. I see that tinge of excitement run through her, so I continue. She's starting get that orgasmic twitch/spasm. As this happens, she starts rubbing her vaginal area (pants still on). I know where this is going...

We just start macking at a feverish pace. Now mind you, this woman is absolutely beautiful. Perfect frame, cute face, darkish brown, at the right length. A little bit tall, but damn elegant. A bit punk-rockish, but in a more modern way, not over the top with a fucked up mohawk (thank god).

Getting to it, I'm on top of her. And I have no condom. But have no fear! Motherfucking Walgreen's is less than 300 ft away! She's just go for (penetrate her). I ask if she's on some certain of contraceptive. I don't specifically remember what she said, but it doesn't stop me. Whatever she said, it was a good reason to plow her uncovered. 

So we start fucking missionary for a good minute. I pinch myself to see if I'm still dreaming, and than I ask her to slap me.

Alright, it's not a dream, nice. 

I pick her up fo sum cowgirl action and start kissing her. Everything is gravy and the background starts to like gravy, swirling around. Note that this is happening in 1st person perspective. We are transported to a bed inside the complex, which is great. I decide to eat her out, to which she answers "Are you sure?". 

I'm like, fuck it. She don't seem like a tuna canoe, so what's the harm?

She gets up off me, backs up ass first, and I can't get to that monkey (just trying to get to yooooooooooou and that monkey baby). Her ass in the way. I basically brown nose it, but it wasn't awful. I bite her right cheek after I say I would bite in the ass.

So I get her to sit on my face. Bad idea. Terrible. If I knew what was gunna happen, I definitely wouldn't have had her sit on top of me.

Well, she explodes. Massive amount of pussy juice. Everyone. Covering my face, filling my mouth and nostrils. Naturally, I choke. It must have been a gallons worth. The taste/smell wasn't what got to me, it was the slimy texture. I wanted to gag. 

She laughs her ass off at my displeasure. She says something about now I know how pornstars/woman that get cummed on feel. Terrible.

I have to fuck her even harder now, as I'm enraged and turned on even more. I guess I'm a sick fuck. 

I don't finish, because my friend comes into the room. This room is a mix of a generic science lab/ruin from Fallout 3, with laundry machines from the future. She's on the washer, of course.

We are covered from view by this wall in the middle of the room, while the door is on the right side. With no clothes on, I peek around the corner and tell him to come back later. Of course he sticks around. I somehow managed to get clothes on, while my rucca gets her same attire from the dryer (why the hell was that thing on? no one was using it for sexual enhancement...). He comes up and checks her. I get 2 thumbs up from him, and he asks what her name is. 

Fuck. He has to do it right in front of her, and gives me this look >_>. I get put on the spot and call her Angela. Idk, might of have been right, might have been wrong. She doesn't react. Probably doesn't even have a name. 

He leaves after the luzly confrontation. I start staring at her shirt. I didn't see the strange Afro-Cuban/Brazilian symbolism before. The letters on the top have some Aztec/Maya architecture to them. I figure out it says 'hope'. As I discover this and try to go down the list of words on her shirt, she asks why I'm staring at her tits. 

I say,"Now you say that? Now? After all this time, you decide that now I'm being a perv?".

She takes offense to this, because I made more of a connotation that she is a whore. She runs out. I freeze, going over the scene in my mind. I chase after her, but she disappears rather quickly.

I go around the massive labyrinth industrial complex, through a bakery, wheat processor, a mill, and some offices. I meet plenty of people along the way, but they don't have that same brightness and cheeriness of this chick.

I exist at the Walgreen's and find her under the warehouse, on a matress. She is behind one of the of foundations trusses. I tell her I'm sorry and she appreciates the gesture. We start kissing. A narration of myself says something along the lines that I kept more positive tabs on the reality. She was walking away. She said that she had a boyfriend. 2 actually. Both of them 15 years old. I was like,"WTF?!?"

She was grateful for the time we had together, and she'd rather be with me, but it was something of an obligation. Idk what she meant by that at first. 

I told her that I never felt like this about someone, and she thanked me for kindness and the gesture, but I couldn't keep her to myself. She would be back into town however, and she would definitely look me up. I was writing up some contact info, and put an associate's name down first. Then I told her that she could contact me directly. I didn't get to write my number down. It didn't matter, because I think that she could find me. Her name was Hope, after all.

At the end of this, I was back at my real life how. I was at the kitchen when some music start playing. It was a perfect mixture of Isis, horse The Band, and Russian Circles. It was quite glorious and uplifting, with perfect amounts of tapping and ambience. 

That's when I woke up.