DREAMS

a razor blade and gun wielding maniac some how traps me and others, including mall security, in an underground complex under a shopping centre. I alone witness him commit a dis-assembly on a maintenance worker with aforementioned razor before narrowly escaping death to find help. I find mall security and as we are trying to get out of this mazey complex, we happen upon a gym full of people, who are systematically taken out by the maniac once he reappears. Last scene after watching a bunch of people get their faces blown off is me running for a corridor to anywhere, ditching my shoes and jacket along the way so I make the least possible noise.
My room mates and I are sent Christmas dinner by the LUSH staff in the form of various fruit trays. One second we are in my apartment and the nenxt we are for some reason in my Gradnparents living room, which is where I had my first thirteen or so Christmases. I am grumpy and realize I forgot to call my mom. Everyone is sore at me for leaving the table to call her. When I do, she (in typical fashion) tells me what the cats are doing before saying good bye. A few minutes later, an email comes through titled “CHRISTMAS” and when I open it, it is photos of me from when I was younger. Mostly of me standing with a bike or a dog. There is one of me sitting on my dads lap. Then the computer dies and I go back into the living room to find that everyone has left and I am locked in the house.

There were other ones but I can’t remember enough to make them interesting. I’ve been up since 5am and can’t seem to get my bearings today.

TOO SOON