Dream: Co-worker Antichrist
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mokie_edomDream: Co-worker Antichrist
I dreamt I was a stocker at our store, one who recently quit/was fired. He was known for always being on his cellphone, often arguing with the current girlfriend about something or another. In the dream, I was a servant of the Devil, awaiting the Apocalypse. A certain young lady would soon be impregnated with the Antichrist, and it was part of my mission (as the stocker) to keep an eye on her, report back, that sort of thing.
The girlfriend was not happy about stockerboy spending so much time watching another girl, however, and made her displeasure known.
Later, I went over to sneak in the window to meet up with her. I was carrying a small portable radio and my cellphone and set both down on the roof as I scooted down to the window, looked in, and saw her shadow as she sat on her bed in the dark, and a glint of light. I thought, "Camera!" and ducked just as the bullet whizzed past my head. Not a camera, a rifle! I dropped to the ground (minions of the Devil fear no gravity! Rawr!) and ran off into the dark.
Through the girlfriend's POV in the dream, I knew that this wasn't simply her reacting to a suspicion of infidelity. The girl had discovered the demonic nature of the work being done, though not the extent of it, and feared for her own safety enough to want to put a bullet through her boyfriend's head.
The next day, at the store, my cellphone went off. It was my demonic supervisor calling to berate me, first for the girlfriend having gotten wind of things and second for not having taken care of her properly at the time. I hemmed, I hawed, I tried to explain, and as a last resort, I pointed out that I was at work and the managers were getting suspicious that this wasn't a work-related phone call. My demonic supervisor, bitch that she was, said fine, fine, to give her a price on a hose, and then put me on hold before I could answer her. I hung up, blew a raspberry at the phone, and turned to the nearest manager with a shrug: rude customer, what can you do, eh?
And I wandered off with a disgruntled sigh. Great, now I have to hunt down and kill a paranoid teenaged girl after work... The perfect end to a crappy day!
Notes and explanations
Dude, I've no idea, but it was damn fun.
I dreamt I was a stocker at our store, one who recently quit/was fired. He was known for always being on his cellphone, often arguing with the current girlfriend about something or another. In the dream, I was a servant of the Devil, awaiting the Apocalypse. A certain young lady would soon be impregnated with the Antichrist, and it was part of my mission (as the stocker) to keep an eye on her, report back, that sort of thing.
The girlfriend was not happy about stockerboy spending so much time watching another girl, however, and made her displeasure known.
Later, I went over to sneak in the window to meet up with her. I was carrying a small portable radio and my cellphone and set both down on the roof as I scooted down to the window, looked in, and saw her shadow as she sat on her bed in the dark, and a glint of light. I thought, "Camera!" and ducked just as the bullet whizzed past my head. Not a camera, a rifle! I dropped to the ground (minions of the Devil fear no gravity! Rawr!) and ran off into the dark.
Through the girlfriend's POV in the dream, I knew that this wasn't simply her reacting to a suspicion of infidelity. The girl had discovered the demonic nature of the work being done, though not the extent of it, and feared for her own safety enough to want to put a bullet through her boyfriend's head.
The next day, at the store, my cellphone went off. It was my demonic supervisor calling to berate me, first for the girlfriend having gotten wind of things and second for not having taken care of her properly at the time. I hemmed, I hawed, I tried to explain, and as a last resort, I pointed out that I was at work and the managers were getting suspicious that this wasn't a work-related phone call. My demonic supervisor, bitch that she was, said fine, fine, to give her a price on a hose, and then put me on hold before I could answer her. I hung up, blew a raspberry at the phone, and turned to the nearest manager with a shrug: rude customer, what can you do, eh?
And I wandered off with a disgruntled sigh. Great, now I have to hunt down and kill a paranoid teenaged girl after work... The perfect end to a crappy day!
Notes and explanations
Dude, I've no idea, but it was damn fun.
