Date: 6/10/2016
By emptycanvas
I have been hunting a killer, someone that killed people close to me. I somehow lured him to my house. When I have him inside I shove him down my washing machine, which I guess I hollowed out earlier with the bottom leading to a sort of Burmese tiger trap down 30 feet or so. So there are spikes at the bottom of this pit, below my washer. The bad guy is dead but a neighbor comes in, asking questions. Somehow he falls in, then me after her him. At this point I'm in third person looking over the washing machine. Time passes and police show up. They hear the neighbor calling for help but no sound from me or the killer. I must be dead. Suddenly, the scene of an author in front of a crowd explaining his famous book. I know that first part was a play through of the book's story. As the author's statement is coming to a close he has the crowd laughing, distracted. He glances to his left to see the main character, me, drifting off in a boat in the distance. So the book was a true story, I just didn't die, I escaped and started a new life? Still in third person I pan away from this and become myself again. At the pier, but somehow separate from the man in the boat, that's a different me. I become this man walking down the bars of the pier. So many people are drinking and having a good time and I'm alone. I see this girl talking to her friends, dressed in a white dress with strips of neon lights, a sort of futuristic rave dress. I follow her as she splits from the group and into a house that's obviously containing a party. I'm too shy to just go right in. I need a drink. I'm looking at the counters of bars for unattended drinks that I can steal. I don't think I have any money. I keep walking when some guy stops me, asks if I wanna drink with him and I tell him I don't have any money. He says he'll pay me if I steal a jet ski. "No, that's fucking stupid, man" I say I have to have money. I reach in my pocket and pull out a 1, a 5, and a 20. Plenty to get myself drunk. But I wake up.