Do you remember the shooting gallery games they have at carnivals? I’m sure you do. Last night I dreamed about one. Only instead of the typical critters most have for targets, this one used live people. Of which I was one. And real guns.
Each of the targets had a friend on hand to do the shooting. As I was being wheeled back and forth across the game I attempted to figure out what the prize was. There didn’t seem to be one. Our friends were simply shooting us.
It was very interesting, seeing if the person shooting shot their friend or someone else. There didn’t seem to be a rule about that. Perhaps that was the purpose of the game, to observe each individual’s behavior.
It got down to me and one other target. The other friend that was left was a really bad shot. The first several rounds he had only wounded people so they suffered before they were mercifully killed by someone else. My friend, who was very accurate in his shooting, was up and I was hoping he’d kill me cleanly instead of letting me hurt first.
And that’s when I woke up. I’d really like to think he figured out a way to rescue me and for us to escape. But if that’s impossible, I’m sure he’s the one who ended up shooting me. Yeah.
Happy weekend. It’s going to be hellaciously hot again here.
Each of the targets had a friend on hand to do the shooting. As I was being wheeled back and forth across the game I attempted to figure out what the prize was. There didn’t seem to be one. Our friends were simply shooting us.
It was very interesting, seeing if the person shooting shot their friend or someone else. There didn’t seem to be a rule about that. Perhaps that was the purpose of the game, to observe each individual’s behavior.
It got down to me and one other target. The other friend that was left was a really bad shot. The first several rounds he had only wounded people so they suffered before they were mercifully killed by someone else. My friend, who was very accurate in his shooting, was up and I was hoping he’d kill me cleanly instead of letting me hurt first.
And that’s when I woke up. I’d really like to think he figured out a way to rescue me and for us to escape. But if that’s impossible, I’m sure he’s the one who ended up shooting me. Yeah.
Happy weekend. It’s going to be hellaciously hot again here.
1 comment:
Creepy. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who has crazy dreams. :)
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