last night

[iblis]

Last night I dreamt that I was in a Greyhound station. I'm not typically aware that I'm asleep when I'm dreaming, so I walk over to the counter and proceed to purchase a ticket to Tallahassee, Florida. The lady behind the register is smallish, perhaps 5'1", maybe 5'2", with blonde, close cropped hair and a readily available smile.

So I hand her the money for my ticket, and she prints out a receipt, which has a carbon copy attached to it. She tears the carbon copy off, hands it to me, and then impales the original document on a nail.

Along with her hand.

She screams, of course, and when she does her mouth widens about a foot farther than should be physically and biologically possible. I've been mildly distracted from this, however, as the terminal signs have begun to fall down, and on occasion, onto passerby.

And that's when things start to get weird.

One panicking old lady is decapitated by a flying shard of glass, which has been projected into the station by virtue of a highly motivated bus crashing through the building's wall. Her head lands next to my boot, and she has a very pleasant smile on her face, or what's left of it.

The police come through the front door at this time, and begin firing their Glocks into anything that moves, including me. I feel the impact, but oddly enough, not the pain. (Usually my brain is pretty accurate with the simulation of pain in my dreams)

I'm thrown backward into a glass teller window, and feel shards entering my body at the base of my neck, and into the left, back side of my ribcage. This I do feel, along with enough nausea to cause retching even as I'm falling.

I begin to feel very light headed, and notice that there is a lot of blood on the floor around me.

The policemen are still firing at will, but the shots are getting fewer and farther between. I take this as a good sign, and decide to lay still for a while, hoping that I can avoid breathing and blinking noticably for long enough to survive.

That may or may not have worked, but I'll never know, because at that moment they all begin to spontaneously combust. The headless corpse of the old lady can also be seen, holding her murderous shard of glass like a dagger, and stabbing at flaming corpses and dying not-so-future-bus passengers alike.

One of the flaming police officers stumbles into a bathroom, perhaps hoping to extinguish himself within, and the entire building explodes.

The last thing I remember clearly about this dream is looking down and seeing that the lower half of my body has been cut clean from my torso. I smile, and close my eyes.