I had another crazy dream the other night, but I keep forgetting to post about it.
Anyway, there was this plague, and a bunch of people had been killed. This farm couldn't run anymore because they didn't have people, so instead they set up this makeshift casino in the barn. The games, which were mostly weird dream versions of poker, roulette, etc. were all designed so if you lost you would die, usually by large spiked metal ball hitting you in the head. The owner of the farm, this huge fat lady with a bloody blouse, you know, the usual stuff, would then chop the body up and use it for food.
For some reason, I was playing this weird combination of Poker and Three-Headed Broadway Star, where we sang this really scary
Those Poor Bastards-style country song (I don't remember the lyrics, but they were creepy and really good in usual dream fashion).
Anyway, after a while there were only two or three of us left. There was this big spiked metal ball on a chain swinging around the table and if you got distracted by the poker or the singing it would probably hit you in the head and kill you. The owner of the casino walked over, pulled out a guitar, and played a bitchin'
horror surf solo while Megadeth-style sing-talking about how she'd cut our faces up until she could count a thousand pieces of face.
Around there I woke up.
The most intense part of the dream was that the entire time I was convinced it was real life and I was slowly working my brain around the knowledge that, by plague or by losing a game, I was almost certainly going to die very soon. It was a galling concept.
It was one of those early morning dreams too so I was very coherent. It was basically the fully-functional awake me.
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