some how jamie peavoy was in my dream. we were walking around a theme park, running away from some people that were generally bad.
we walked up this. path that had straw-like grass on it. long grass. trees on the left side. pine trees. still green, but dry. i could smell them.
to our right side there was a bit of a drop. a steep, grass covered hill. we were climbing upwards and from the path we could see all over the theme park.
we get to the top and turn left. and then hang a quick right and follow this concrete and wood-block path up some stairs and then finally, into the house.
it is aparently an old mental institution that is supposed to be haunted. but i guess since they can't judge when the ghosts of the dead mentally insane will come out and play with the tourists, they hire people to re-inact scenes from the hosptial.
we walk thru your standard scary dark rooms with eeeerie ooooo noises and then walk into a hospital ward with actors in the beds.
one 'actor' is cutting off her own leg. a nurse with a bone sticking thru her throat is assisting. there are various people laying around moaning and groaning. people in straight jackets. it's not very scary until this one guy starts chasing us with a knife.
we (naively) think he's a part of the 'show'. he isn't.
he starts stabbing people and i KNOW they are tourists because they walked up the hill with us. so we run. i get split up from jamie.
i hide in this utility closet and think i'll be safe. except moments later, he hides in the closet with me. it seems the cops are here and he is hiding from them.
i think he's going to kill me so i start acting like i don't know who he is. i say: oh god, please don't tell, i just killed somebody. yer not hte cops, are you?
and he says, no, he isn't. it's hard to see him in the dark, but a stream of light comes in a crack on the side of the closet door and i can see his knife glint in it's thin beam.
fuck am i ever scared.
anyways. i act like him his friend and sh*t, and at one point, we think it's safe to go out...and i do go out. slowly. he makes me go first. his knife is at my back.
the cops are there. and. this really cute one, a hostage negotiator, is at the top of the stairs. and he is all talking to us. and the stupid knife murderer starts tellin' the cops it was ME who killed people, but the cops know better. so like. the killer tries to drag me back into the clost, but i knock my ankle on the door frame.
i am in a fuck of a lot of pain and end up rolling away from him as i grab my ankle and rock back and forth in pain.
the cop guy takes this oppurtunity to like grab me to him and then from down the stairs, another cop starts shooting at the knife guy.
the knife guy has a greenish palor. shaved head. gaunt. very gaunt. bad teeth. his knife is a steak knife with a long brown handle and a wide, silver blade.
the first bullets don't stop him and he starts to come towards me and the cop. i am. fucking afraid. to afraid to move. all i can do is bury my face in the cops jacket and hope for the best.
i hear more bullets. i look up. he is still fucking coming at us despite the fact that his body is riddled with bullet holes and he's bleeding profusely.
still more gun shots.
finally he falls dead. i am. in shock. total shock.
i start laughing hysterically because it turns out the knife he had was just like a butter knife all along.
the laughter turns to sobs and the cop is like. it's okay. cry it out. you are okay now.
i cried for a long time and then the cop randomly started kissing me. and wow. could he ever kiss good.
finally he carries me down the stairs.
people are coming to take pictures of the scene and shit. more cops arrive. jamie is nowhere to be found, but they say they took all the other people to some barn for safety.
i'm sitting under the tree wearing the cops jacket. it turns out he is not really a cop but he is for real a hostage negotiator and he saved my life.
he asks me out for dinner and i say yes.
we walk down the road a bit, and it is like. the B*'s house. a family in
