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| cowboy67 (profile) wrote, on 8-9-2004 at 10:25pm | |
| Subject: analyze this |
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| i'm driving in an almost traffic jam on I-94, heading east out of detroit. it's crazy because i don't feel like i'm in control of the car, and everyone is going really fast. suddenly, the guy in front of me slams on his brakes, so i have to follow suit, and i swerve to avoid rear-ending him. the car behind me hits me, but it's a very light crash (if that makes any sense), and it sorta bounces off. so it turns into this huge pile-up of vehicles stuck on I-94, and i'm wondering, "what the hell caused this?" so i park and get out of my car, and i walk over to a group of people. i ask them what's going on, and they're like, "there's a bunch of protesters up there!" and i'm like, "wha?" so i keep walking through the cars and i come to the end of the pile-up, where there's this open stretch of freeway for a few hundred feet. i don't know what was on the other side.... i can't remember... a parking lot? i don't know, it was weird. i hear lots of yelling and i look over to see a few hundred people standing on the grass hill next to the freeway. behind them is wayne state (yeah, who knows). these "protesters" are shouting down at people who are trying to run across the open space on the freeway, egging them on to do it. then, as soon as someone builds up the courage to do so, the mob on the hill bust out rocks and other hard objects (forgive my memory, this dream was a whole 15 or so hours ago) and throws them at the people on the freeway! it was like being in a war zone! so all these people by me are limping around, rubbing their bruised body parts and bleeding all over the place. i'm getting fed up with these assholes on the hill, and for some reason, i really want to get across. so i just start walking, paying no attention to the sneering from the mob, concentrating on getting to the other side. i have the dirty harry snarl going, pissed as hell, walking confidently as debris is flying at me. but i never get hit, and i make it safely to the other side. at this point, everyone starts cheering - the dorks stuck in the traffic jam AND the freaks on the hill. a bunch of the protesters come running out of the wayne state building and congratulate me on being "brave" and "going against the norm" and "doing what i believe in," and all this business. then they hand me an award and bring me into the building where other "winners" are sitting around eating pizza and wearing birthday-type hats, blowing on noise makers. they sit me down at the head of the table in a nice leather chair, and a girl kisses me on the cheek. the end. |
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