Meat Bag

Okay so I remember at some point someone died. It was in a car. I may have killed them. Dream Memory is fuzzy. I do believe at one point a girl was flirting with me. We'll say she was cute just because.

Anyways, what I do remember is being on the run from some movie executive or something and this kid dressed like a Lost Boy leading me into some secret passage located in a tree trunk. We were supposedly in some ancient land of swords and sorcery yet when we got into the underground lair there were all these old iMacs (think the ones that looked like lamps).

I'm not too clear on what we were doing down there, but I do remember there being this big room and a bunch of people in a line wrapping around this large wood table-thing. They were all getting ready to sign some document and everyone had some special way of signing it. Most of them were really creative and artistic, it was neat.

So the kid who brought me down pulled me away from the line. Apparently the people collecting signatures were bad people? Who knows. We go outside and it's a classic winter wonderland out there. We head over to a track and we're part of this big relay race. It's like 30 of us all running together and we've got to keep passing this thin plastic bag filled with pink meat sludge between us. We're going and doing fine and everyone is passing the bag, all except for this one kid. There's one in the group (of course there is) who is obviously not very coordinated and no one wants to pass the bag to him. Fair enough, who knows what horrible things will happen to us if we toss him the bag and he drops it or worse it breaks.

Well, guess what happens? We're just about done with the race and I can see the finish when someone drops the bag. It goes sliding on the ice heading straight for, you guessed it, clumsy kid. At this point everything in the dream slowed down and I started having this intense internal monologue where I told myself it would be so awesome if the klutz kid someone grabbed the bag and made a pass across the finish line winning us the race. And what happens? The kid picks up the bag while it's sliding all over the place, he performs a spectacular jump over a huge rock in the middle of the path, and then mid-air passes the bag to the lead runner.

It was totally out of some early 1990's tweenspirational movie like Heavy Weights or The Mighty Ducks. It was awesome. We all picked up the kid and were cheering for him.

And then I woke up.