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This is turning into a dream journal.
It started off as a dark, quiet night in a Hospital. Lights were out on the children's floor as the last night shift nurse left the premises. That was what they were waiting for. As soon as there was no one in sight, a dozen shadowy figures emerged from various places in the darkness, charging at a glass security door that was on the verge of closing, just after that nurse left. The figures hadn't said a word and what they wanted with the children's section of the hospital was not known. Four of them seemed to be pulling the strings along, perhaps the main planners of this little escapade. The others were signaled to investigate down the hall at the other quarters as the initial four peek into adjacent rooms along the same side, since there were windows across the hall. There appeared to people that were once in here but have quickly left on short notice. Who could have warned them about this ambush? They would have thought when suddenly. . . CRASH! It got them. What was it? It was a counter attack! The first four were subdued rather easily and quickly as the other group were sent running by a mob of upset youths. These mysterious figures were also youths, we found as we unmasked them. They seemed to have a problem with some of the kids in this ward and their business wasn't finished yet. Thusly the attack. How cruel!
"That's no way to plan an ambush attack. Getting them while they're weak? That's not only low, but predictable." I said as I kicked them down the hall, they were still on their feet, I wouldn't hurt them in a Hospital. We sent them packing with their tails between their legs, so to say. We wouldn't be seeing them again for a while, my gut told me so and it's never wrong.
About a week or two later, those four friends were together again, walking and minding their own business in a park. They were moderately bundled up because it was a cold winter and today had been a good day for a stroll (as was in my dream). These kids tried to put that little incident behind them and forget all about it. . . but not us. We set up a unique little plan. We listened carefully, but they hadn't said anything for a while and when they did, one of us, hastily written it down on a blank business card of sorts, attached it to a long thing metal wire and stuck it in between the cracks of the concrete around the corner from the path, so that they didn't see us.
When they turned the corner, it was the first thing in their sights, so naturally they would see it and be curious. The first message, which was what they had said, had read "What do you guys want to do now?" They were a little freaked out and said something between one another. We were good enough to make it out and jot it down ready for their next message around the next corner.
Again, when they saw it their curiosity caught the better of them and they needed to see what it said. "Who the hell put that there? -- I don't know. -- Let's just ignore it." Was what the next card had read. They were starting to get really worried. We decided to carry it out after that and ignore what they said. We set up our positions and waited hiding near the last card.
They hesitated at first going near it. Natural, we thought, but we were patient and we waited for the right moment. These four hadn't been together like this since that incident at the hospital so paying them back wasn't an easy task, but now we had them right were we wanted them. As they all leaned forward to read the last card, in smaller letters than before it read. "Surprise." They were confused for a second and then we jumped out rushing them and subduing them with greater ease than our first encounter.
"SNOW JOB!" I yelled as we stuffed our foes faces, jackets, pockets, shirts, pants and shoes with as much snow as we could pack and/or would fit. Anywhere there was an opening, snow went in. It took us a frantic fun few minutes to finish as we stood watching them struggle to get to their feet because of all that snow they were stuffed with, hindering their mobility.
"See? That's how an ambush is suppose to go. I told you we'd get you back." I said with my hands on my hips, somewhat mocking them.
The weird part was that my dream started with the Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle, by Dethklok. The same song appeared in my love's dream. It's pretty amusing, but irrelevant none the less.
 Kraeven · Fri Dec 28, 2007 @ 06:18pm · 0 Comments |
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