gettin shot in my sleep

this is clancy brown. he was in "buckaroo banzai" and "highlander" and a bunch of other stuff, including my dream last night. he was my next-door neighbor (and he wasn't "clancy brown," he was just some meany who looked a whole lot like clancy brown) and he'd recently murdered a young neighborhood woman. shot her to death. he was bold enough to show me a newspaper article of the murder (without copping to it), though i quickly figured out he was the doer. i remember the newspaper photo of the vic very clearly. and then things got scary. he had a posse of thugs and they roamed the streets at night. one evening he came to my house, alone, to retrieve the article. on him he had the revolver he'd used to kill the woman and he essentially dared me to accuse him of being the killer.

it was that sensation (with which i'm sure you're all familiar, and which i've had more than once [in dreams] in the last week or so) in which i absolutely knew i was going to be shot at, and hit, and probably fatally. time was spent on the depth of the experience of bullets hitting me, punching through me, me falling to the floor, etc. the last time the shooter was this fellow vincent. it's a strange, complicated, fatalistic sort of sensation. passive and horrifying.

what the meaning of these dreams is i know not. they're quite vivid, though.