Dream #286: Evil Texan Ice Widow
01.18.2012 § Leave a comment
I suddenly realize that I’m talking all this through with the other caged folks, aloud, while the demon has been in the shower. This whole time I probably could have just hopped out the window and bolted. This reminds me of that one time I was running through a zigzag neighborhood. At this point the demon is just a giant, fat, old, ugly, lonely widow. I only make it to the end of the street and a couple short blocks down Eisenhower (the main vein of the Indian Springs neighborhood of Carrollton, TX) before I can hear her revving her engine to run me down. She turns out onto Eisenhower.
I’m outside Walgreens after dusk with Bender from Futurama. The sky is grey. I’m not supposed to take pictures of the meteor crater, since I’d be competing with the tabloid magazines already on the shelf.