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Oct. 13th, 2006 09:00 amI had an amusing, interesting, and somewhat painful dream. I was a werewolf, and apparently the only thing that could really kill me even in normal form was getting shot through the heart with a silver bullet (you know, come to think, it would really suck to be allergic to silver 'cause that's my favorite metal for jewelry...). Apparently Jamie, Kristen and I were the ones trying to figure out all the rules for it and had all our basic ideas from some TV show (no, not Big Wolf, the main character was female).
So in the scene I remember I walked into this room on the second floor of some four-story classroom building (and for some reason my shoes were on the fourth floor) and there was this guy who looked like Flash Thompson from Spiderman sitting in a chair with his girlfriend or whoever all over him, and he sees me and is like "Get out or I'll shoot you", because he's holding a shotgun. And, well, I know normal bullets can't cause me permanent damage and from watching the show assume there's something of a natural pain resistance and just sit there (I was either reading something, playing Castlevania, or writing something, dun' remember).
And he's got the shotgun pointed at my head and I don't even look up at him, kinda like I'm ignoring him, and just say nonchalantly: "Okay, but don't shoot me in the head, because that's gonna distract me. Shoot me in the heart as many times as you want, though." *looks up at him and points to center of chest where heart is, then talks to him like he's a dumbass* "Here. Shoot right here." Then I go back to ignoring him.
So he shoots me in the head, boom through the left side of my forehead and the entry spot hurts like a BITCH. I mean, OW, PAIN, I-guess-that-show-was-wrong. So kind of stagger out of the room (apparently the brain injury wasn't affecting my movements, then again frontal lobe is more involved with rational thought anyway...) while he's still loading shots and shooting at me, and I'm still wondering how you get a silencer for an old-looking farm shotgun like that.
So get out of the room, start stagger-walking down the hall, no one seems to notice the bullet hole in my forehead, and I pass Kristen, who's distracted by her thoughts or something and doesn't notice me and walks right by. So, even though my lycanthropy is a secret, I turn around, cup my hands around my mouth, and shout back at her, "I can't believe that asshole shot me in the fucking head! Look! *points at head wound* He shot me!"
I don't know if she replied or not but after that I hauled my ass out of there. I could remember that my shoes were still on the fourth floor and I should go back and get them but by then I was out of the building and there was no way in hell I was going back with that guy with the gun.
And, so, yes, that was my strange little dream that I'm so using for a scene in the novel I'm planning for NaNoWriMo.
So in the scene I remember I walked into this room on the second floor of some four-story classroom building (and for some reason my shoes were on the fourth floor) and there was this guy who looked like Flash Thompson from Spiderman sitting in a chair with his girlfriend or whoever all over him, and he sees me and is like "Get out or I'll shoot you", because he's holding a shotgun. And, well, I know normal bullets can't cause me permanent damage and from watching the show assume there's something of a natural pain resistance and just sit there (I was either reading something, playing Castlevania, or writing something, dun' remember).
And he's got the shotgun pointed at my head and I don't even look up at him, kinda like I'm ignoring him, and just say nonchalantly: "Okay, but don't shoot me in the head, because that's gonna distract me. Shoot me in the heart as many times as you want, though." *looks up at him and points to center of chest where heart is, then talks to him like he's a dumbass* "Here. Shoot right here." Then I go back to ignoring him.
So he shoots me in the head, boom through the left side of my forehead and the entry spot hurts like a BITCH. I mean, OW, PAIN, I-guess-that-show-was-wrong. So kind of stagger out of the room (apparently the brain injury wasn't affecting my movements, then again frontal lobe is more involved with rational thought anyway...) while he's still loading shots and shooting at me, and I'm still wondering how you get a silencer for an old-looking farm shotgun like that.
So get out of the room, start stagger-walking down the hall, no one seems to notice the bullet hole in my forehead, and I pass Kristen, who's distracted by her thoughts or something and doesn't notice me and walks right by. So, even though my lycanthropy is a secret, I turn around, cup my hands around my mouth, and shout back at her, "I can't believe that asshole shot me in the fucking head! Look! *points at head wound* He shot me!"
I don't know if she replied or not but after that I hauled my ass out of there. I could remember that my shoes were still on the fourth floor and I should go back and get them but by then I was out of the building and there was no way in hell I was going back with that guy with the gun.
And, so, yes, that was my strange little dream that I'm so using for a scene in the novel I'm planning for NaNoWriMo.
