Crackhead businessman run amok

Date: 10/7/2016

Hoooooly shit. This was like the beginnings of a horror movie. I think this may have been brought on by the Benedryl that I took before bed. The most of it that I can remember is that me and a girl that I know from middle school and college were having a girl's night out, despite rumors of a dangerous, crazy man running about. Apparently he was a business man who had snapped, snorted some drugs, and was now literally running amok through the countryside in his suit, leaving bodies behind him. My "friend" (we know each other in real life, but we're not close) wrote it off as a rumor. We went out driving in a car on a clear night, out in a rural looking area, consisting of farmland. We pulled off onto another road, when we noticed a man running alongside it. She joked about the crazy man rumor, and rolled down the window to shout at him. Having a bit more sense apparently, I elbowed her, telling her "Don't yell at him! Are you nuts? He could be someone dangerous!" She didn't yell at him, but still laughed, calling me paranoid. She suggested that we stop by a fruit stand for ice cream. I remember saying "I dunno, with that weird guy running around, you really think we should stop?" She said it was fine, that we'd get some ice cream, then go home. So up to the stand we pulled. No sooner had we stopped had a girl working there ran up to a boy working there, looking worried. She whispered something in his ear, and his expression changed. Oh shit. They bolted, heading towards the road, the stand's lights shutting off in their wake. Other workers ran like hell for their cars or the street. One thought ran through my head: "If they're running like that, then this man is as dangerous as they say he is!" Panicking, I started yelling "DRIVE! DRIIIIVE!" "Reality" set in for her, and she panicked too, speeding the car into the hilly beginning of a field. "PUNCH IIIIT!" She freed the car, and we began bolting off down the road, flanked by terrified stand workers. I heard the beginnings of screams and gunshots, and then woke up. So... apparently my subconscious thinks that, if life were a horror movie, I'd be the one that would have the sense to survive. Or... at least... be the last one killed.