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Jan. 22nd, 2019 09:43 am
Not your father's Disney
Really crazy dream last night.
My friends and I were on an outing to a casino in Las Vegas. We must have been staying outside of town since it was a trip there and back--or possibly this was a casino area that was off the main strip. I was annoyed because I had work the next day and I hadn't really considered how late we'd be out--given the distance we had to travel I didn't expect to be back before 1 a.m. and asleep before 2:30. I expressed my annoyance to my sister.
There were several casinos/hotels in the same cordoned-off area with significant green space between them. You had to carry something identifying you as a guest (a card or pass of some kind) to show to security if they asked. I got separated from my group and wasn't sure which building we were supposed to be going to.
I ended up at a bar that was crowded with government employees, some of them furloughed. The room was oval-shaped with what looked like glass brick walls. At one point, two of them started joking about why a high-ranking official got fired and the room quieted down to listen. Somehow I knew that there was going to be a shooting in this building and I had to be prepared.
I heard gunfire in the hallway, which I'd expected, but some of it burst through a hole in the wall, which I hadn't. I took off my glasses as a threw myself to the floor. I noticed an area of the floor where a couple dozen pairs of glasses had been set down, but I decided to keep mine near to hand in case I needed them. A gunman started firing into the room through the hole in the wall and we took refuge in the corners. I was surprised not to be hit by any stray bullets as several people near me were bleeding.
There was a low wall behind me so I moved behind it into a curved corridor. Others were taking shelter nearby, including a man in a Chinese robe who had a bandage across his chest and was pressing down a spot very near his heart. We were crouched on both sides of the space as one of the gunman came walking through displaying a semiautomatic.
Suddenly W. Kamau Bell leapt into his path and confronted him. I thought he would definitely be shot but somehow he managed to get the gun away from the shooter and whack him with it. A woman with African hair in elabourate braids near me made a break for it. People were yelling about "the Daughter" getting away. There was little chance of the gunmen catching her so I worried they would slaughter the entire room in revenge.
I decided to make a run for it, too. There was another low wall behind me, then a steep bare slope. There was a young woman near me who wanted to run, too, but was afraid so I grabbed her hand and said we'd make it together. We covered the open space without getting shot and I told her, "We're going into the pines." Immediately after I wondered if I should have said "trees" because her English was non-native.
Still holding hands, we leapt a low retaining wall at the base of the slope and into the pines. On the other side, there was a bench against the high wall of a building where she sat down to rest. Somehow I knew that she was a princess, that this was a grim new movie from Disney, and that ultimately I would have to go off in search of her, end up in her home kingdom, and experience a series of adventures.
I saw a group of what looked like US troops or private security nearby so I told her to hold tight. I asked them if anyone inside the compound had survived and they told me no. I sat down on a board and tried to control myself emotionally as they mocked me, not realising I was a survivor; I thought about telling them but I didn't. It occurred to me that, as one of the few survivors, I should be writing down my recollections of the incident for posterity as soon as possible, because the details might be important.
I went back to where I'd left the princess but she was gone. The bench had been just outside the impossibly ornate Egyptian embassy and apparently I'd accidentally rung the bell because one of their diplomatic corps came out and he was pissed. I set off in search of the woman and found a tall well-dressed man with classically Disney good looks and bearing who was also looking for her. I suspected he was an intelligence agent from her home country.
We headed off toward the site of the massacre. There was remarkably little security; we could have gone right back into the bar if we'd wanted but I stopped at the bottom of the hill, wondering why no American security agents had tried to question me. We'd passed the girl; I'd noted her but knew that, for dramatic purposes, I was supposed to walk right past her and only realise what I'd done later.
I chose that moment to turn back and see her, sitting on another bench in a raised niche alongside the walkway. My turning back alerted the secret agent and I felt like I'd ratted her out. She didn't want to go with him and exposed her breasts to him, hoping to shock him or convince him she couldn't be who he thought she was. She'd told me her name was Amanda, but he said she was really Princess Shassās.
My friends and I were on an outing to a casino in Las Vegas. We must have been staying outside of town since it was a trip there and back--or possibly this was a casino area that was off the main strip. I was annoyed because I had work the next day and I hadn't really considered how late we'd be out--given the distance we had to travel I didn't expect to be back before 1 a.m. and asleep before 2:30. I expressed my annoyance to my sister.
There were several casinos/hotels in the same cordoned-off area with significant green space between them. You had to carry something identifying you as a guest (a card or pass of some kind) to show to security if they asked. I got separated from my group and wasn't sure which building we were supposed to be going to.
I ended up at a bar that was crowded with government employees, some of them furloughed. The room was oval-shaped with what looked like glass brick walls. At one point, two of them started joking about why a high-ranking official got fired and the room quieted down to listen. Somehow I knew that there was going to be a shooting in this building and I had to be prepared.
I heard gunfire in the hallway, which I'd expected, but some of it burst through a hole in the wall, which I hadn't. I took off my glasses as a threw myself to the floor. I noticed an area of the floor where a couple dozen pairs of glasses had been set down, but I decided to keep mine near to hand in case I needed them. A gunman started firing into the room through the hole in the wall and we took refuge in the corners. I was surprised not to be hit by any stray bullets as several people near me were bleeding.
There was a low wall behind me so I moved behind it into a curved corridor. Others were taking shelter nearby, including a man in a Chinese robe who had a bandage across his chest and was pressing down a spot very near his heart. We were crouched on both sides of the space as one of the gunman came walking through displaying a semiautomatic.
Suddenly W. Kamau Bell leapt into his path and confronted him. I thought he would definitely be shot but somehow he managed to get the gun away from the shooter and whack him with it. A woman with African hair in elabourate braids near me made a break for it. People were yelling about "the Daughter" getting away. There was little chance of the gunmen catching her so I worried they would slaughter the entire room in revenge.
I decided to make a run for it, too. There was another low wall behind me, then a steep bare slope. There was a young woman near me who wanted to run, too, but was afraid so I grabbed her hand and said we'd make it together. We covered the open space without getting shot and I told her, "We're going into the pines." Immediately after I wondered if I should have said "trees" because her English was non-native.
Still holding hands, we leapt a low retaining wall at the base of the slope and into the pines. On the other side, there was a bench against the high wall of a building where she sat down to rest. Somehow I knew that she was a princess, that this was a grim new movie from Disney, and that ultimately I would have to go off in search of her, end up in her home kingdom, and experience a series of adventures.
I saw a group of what looked like US troops or private security nearby so I told her to hold tight. I asked them if anyone inside the compound had survived and they told me no. I sat down on a board and tried to control myself emotionally as they mocked me, not realising I was a survivor; I thought about telling them but I didn't. It occurred to me that, as one of the few survivors, I should be writing down my recollections of the incident for posterity as soon as possible, because the details might be important.
I went back to where I'd left the princess but she was gone. The bench had been just outside the impossibly ornate Egyptian embassy and apparently I'd accidentally rung the bell because one of their diplomatic corps came out and he was pissed. I set off in search of the woman and found a tall well-dressed man with classically Disney good looks and bearing who was also looking for her. I suspected he was an intelligence agent from her home country.
We headed off toward the site of the massacre. There was remarkably little security; we could have gone right back into the bar if we'd wanted but I stopped at the bottom of the hill, wondering why no American security agents had tried to question me. We'd passed the girl; I'd noted her but knew that, for dramatic purposes, I was supposed to walk right past her and only realise what I'd done later.
I chose that moment to turn back and see her, sitting on another bench in a raised niche alongside the walkway. My turning back alerted the secret agent and I felt like I'd ratted her out. She didn't want to go with him and exposed her breasts to him, hoping to shock him or convince him she couldn't be who he thought she was. She'd told me her name was Amanda, but he said she was really Princess Shassās.
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