DREAM DIARY
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MAY 13 2002
I was in some kind of older, multi-story building, maybe a theatre of some kind. I was somehow trapped on the 2nd floor by bullies or criminals; these guys were methodically destroying old arcade video games. They would drag them across the large room and into another, and then I'd hear the sounds of wood & glass breaking, then they'd come out for another. Also, every time a machine got broken, the house lights and a blank movie screen on one wall flickered. I remembered seeing a Looping upright being wheeled across my field of view, then a short time later a Ms. Pac Man being dragged by its cord, the machine face-first on the floor. And there were a lot of others. And it seemed that every time I tried to leave the room, I was stopped. Finally, I ran straight through a large window, and fell several floors. I crashed feet-first through a glass awning below, and landed on the sidewalk. I looked down and saw that my foot was bloodied, but I could still walk. So I went to a bar about three doors down for help. The bartender was an old black gentleman of perhaps 65 or 70 with short but grey facial hair; and he placed his priorities on serving the customer standing there at the time, rather than answering my requests for help. Eventually he "got around" to me, and called the cops and an ambulance as I asked.

The next thing I remember was having the huge gash in my ankle bandaged up, and telling a police officer where the crime was taking place at: "it's three doors down, right next to the post office". By then, I was sitting in a wooden chair, and I got up and looked around the place. There was some kind of message board behind glass at the back of the bar, and all of the "messages"on this board were actually the topics of various conversations people were having in the bar at that moment. All of them were referring to my little incident with the video game destructors. None of them portrayed me in a negative light, thank goodness. I sat back down in the wooden chair, facing the front of the bar, and sometime after that I woke up.




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