These dreams go on when I close my eyes, every second of the night I live another life. No, I’m not gonna embed the Heart video where the camera became allergic to Ann Wilson’s plus loveliness. But I am going to tell you about my recent dreams, as if that was interesting, haha.
This will be a short one. I didn’t make an effort to remember the dream well right when I woke up, and it was some time last week I had this? Anyway, I was an evil clown. Just for a minute, but that’s kinda weird. It was one of those dreams that changes perspective, like movies change who they follow in different parts. So it was basically one of the scenes that follows Jason around while he’s slashin’.
I shot these teenagers in the head with a crappy little revolver, but it got the job done. One dead, two dead, three, four. As I was killing these kids, I felt no especial joy or malice or anything. I had only one thought: Am I doing this wrong? I’m supposed to be scaring them first, aren’t I? I’m doing this wrong.
So now you know what lurks within the heart of the killer clown. Mild self-reproach.