The Dream

[shanmonster]

I dream I'm sitting in a strange apartment with superbrad. I run up to the couch beside him and grab him in a sudden bear hug. He looks surprised, but not as surprised as when I jam a telephone receiver into his throat. He struggles, but I manage to shove the receiver down his gullet until a big lump protrudes: an NBTel Adam's apple. When he's dead, I bolt. The cops are coming. I can sense it. I run through a deserted apartment whose door is covered with sheets of thick plastic. A stairwell takes me to the carpark in the basement.

I hear a car stop, and the twin slams announcing two people leaving their vehicle. I duck down behind a ledge and peep out at them. I see two young women. They're blonde and attractive. I imagine choking them to death. I am about to leap out at them when I wake up.

Comments

[montecristo.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Sometimes it's good to reflect on the fact that it is fortunate that I am not superbrad.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

It's always good! Heh heh....

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

And somewhere, off in the distance, I can hear Brad whine, "Hey!"

[superbrad.livejournal.com]

Gotta be done: "Hey!"

It may be good to not be SB, but sometimes the opposite is true...

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Sometimes.... Like when you're in my glorious presence!

[superbrad.livejournal.com]

That's the Shan we know and tolerate!