Dream #117: Dad Bombs Dinner

03.25.2010 § Leave a comment

My family has just bought this big Victorian mansion, which is only a stage with a corrugated background so the walls stay up. We don’t like all the homeless minorities clogging the neighborhood so we invite them all over for this banquet. My dad, however, has secretly rigged up the entire dining room with bombs.

Now, for some reason, he decides to set it off while we are there in with them, standing five feet away, as if these were incredibly short range explosives. I know what’s going on, but I’m too young to say anything about it, or perhaps just a little curious about how we were going to survive this. Meanwhile, all on-screen sound is drowned out by the score to The Thin Red Line and everything goes into slow motion, as I recognize that I am personally responsible for humanity’s fall from grace.

I think we survive, but it’s hard to be sure.

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