In this dream, I'm in the nightclub district of a city that I do not recognise. But I think somehow it must be in Germany? I am there with Em and her ex, and the three of us are looking for a particular nightclub.
The first thing we must do is pick up some cash, and the cash is dispensed from a shop with no ATM in sight. The cash comes in the form of a stack of bills, nestled neatly inside a cardboard box. We pick them up, feeling the gentle rustle of ancient currency - is it possibly cash from another age?
We find the shop that we are looking for, and it actually looks like a card shop. Outside are large turning displays that show a wide array of cards each in their plastic sleeves - but the cash is from an age before plastic perhaps? I want to stop and look at the cards but the other two are in a hurry, so I glance longingly at their bright colours and move on.
Inside there are more cards displayed on magazine racks, and also an assortment of clothes. We are still looking for the entrance to the nightclub, and I deduce that the entrance must be hidden somewhere inside the shop. I look around for more clues, but it seems like an ordinary shop selling knickknacks. There are lots of people around, but they all appear to be shopping.
Suddenly the lights go out, and it is almost completely dark even though it was a fading evening light outside. There is some dim blue fluorescence that illuminates people's faces, somewhat like the lighting of a nightclub. I feel confused by this sudden change in lighting.
Then just as suddenly as the darkness descended, the sound started. First it sounded like popcorn popping, discrete short staccato bursts. Then the sound comes even closer, and it is so loud my eardrums are hurting. I turn around and see Em holding a gun, and it looks like a fake gun.
I watch in slow motion as she raises the gun and points it at her ex. A real bullet (or at least it looks like a real one) comes out of the gun ever so slowly and hits him in the shoulder. He is frozen and time slows down so much that it seems like he could have dodged the bullet, but he doesn't and falls to the ground.
Next she turns towards me and there is a menacing glint in her eyes. I do not recognise this person, I think to myself. I hear the pop as the bullet is released from the gun, coming straight towards me. Again it is going in super slow motion, an elongated cylindrical copper bullet that looks almost comically like a lolly. I watch it come towards me with some kind of fascination. I lean back instinctively, hoping to miss the course of the bullet.
At that moment I glance up at the time and it is 1:30am.
Then I wake up. Did I get hit by the bullet? I don't know.
The first thing we must do is pick up some cash, and the cash is dispensed from a shop with no ATM in sight. The cash comes in the form of a stack of bills, nestled neatly inside a cardboard box. We pick them up, feeling the gentle rustle of ancient currency - is it possibly cash from another age?
We find the shop that we are looking for, and it actually looks like a card shop. Outside are large turning displays that show a wide array of cards each in their plastic sleeves - but the cash is from an age before plastic perhaps? I want to stop and look at the cards but the other two are in a hurry, so I glance longingly at their bright colours and move on.
Inside there are more cards displayed on magazine racks, and also an assortment of clothes. We are still looking for the entrance to the nightclub, and I deduce that the entrance must be hidden somewhere inside the shop. I look around for more clues, but it seems like an ordinary shop selling knickknacks. There are lots of people around, but they all appear to be shopping.
Suddenly the lights go out, and it is almost completely dark even though it was a fading evening light outside. There is some dim blue fluorescence that illuminates people's faces, somewhat like the lighting of a nightclub. I feel confused by this sudden change in lighting.
Then just as suddenly as the darkness descended, the sound started. First it sounded like popcorn popping, discrete short staccato bursts. Then the sound comes even closer, and it is so loud my eardrums are hurting. I turn around and see Em holding a gun, and it looks like a fake gun.
I watch in slow motion as she raises the gun and points it at her ex. A real bullet (or at least it looks like a real one) comes out of the gun ever so slowly and hits him in the shoulder. He is frozen and time slows down so much that it seems like he could have dodged the bullet, but he doesn't and falls to the ground.
Next she turns towards me and there is a menacing glint in her eyes. I do not recognise this person, I think to myself. I hear the pop as the bullet is released from the gun, coming straight towards me. Again it is going in super slow motion, an elongated cylindrical copper bullet that looks almost comically like a lolly. I watch it come towards me with some kind of fascination. I lean back instinctively, hoping to miss the course of the bullet.
At that moment I glance up at the time and it is 1:30am.
Then I wake up. Did I get hit by the bullet? I don't know.
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