Another dream by PieZetti

Here's another one that came back to me today. It came about during my first few weeks of "special medication."

I'm waiting in a bus terminal somewhere in the Midwestern United States. I can tell this by the "purple mountains" looming majestically in the back ground and the emminent tornado weather. I'm carrying plaid luggage and sitting on a long bench behind a long grey building. There's a cyclone fence in front of me, that has been put there to keep out the wilderness. The fence is twenty feet tall with razor wire along the top, and i get the sudden urge to jump over the fence. I'm suddenly on the other side of the fence, and running with great speed towards a McDonald's which has appeared in the wilderness. I suddenly have companions, one of which is a very attractive young woman who never introduces herself, but I know in my mind that her name is Emmanuelle. She kisses me, then steals my luggage and takes the next bus which says "to France" on the side. Once she is gone, I am suddenly in some sort of department store. It seems to specialize in make-up, brass beds, womens clothing, and absurdly large rectal thermometers. I'm suddenly dressed all in black leather, like a biker, and apparently I'm some sort of famous person because all of the *gorgeous* women who work in the store are trying desperately to have their picture taken with me. Sometime during this photo session, I am made to sit on one of the absurdly large rectal thermometers, and it can be seen protruding from my rear end in all the pictures, which were taken by a Dwarf, so they're all from the waist down. It turns out that one of the employees knows me and that I know Emmanuelle, and gives me her address and cab fare to France. Even though I arrive in what looks to be Toledo, Ohio, I know that I'm in France. I walk up and down the streets of France for a few hours until I find her appartment. The sign on the door says "Foot removal--inquire within" and I ring the bell. the door opens to reveal a small refrigerator, which I climb into, and it takes me up several floors to her appartment. She's happy to see me, but then the scene turns ugly, a la Lock, Stock, and 2 Smoking Barrels, and I'm given two very large, chrome-plated guns in which to kill the attackers, which are all dressed like clowns, But in my zeal and excitment, I kill everyone, even my guys, and I'm left with a bloddy loft appartment and an absurdly large rectal thermometer.