HFCS: effika’s blog

There was once a cruise ship that went down. I saw a scene where this Mr-T looking-dude is almost killed, but survives. The guy who was trying to kill him was made to look like he was saving Mr. T.

Years later I am throwing a party for the cruise passengers in my apartment. My mom and sister and Sean are here helping me set up. The weather is bad, so we are all listening to the radio. As people started arriving I found out I could see their outline through the thick metal door, but only of males. My mom and sister found it cool, but it was extremely disturbing. The party goes well and everyone goes home… or so I think.

Somehow Eric Cartman (of South Park, yes) finds a cel-shaded rattlesnake (light green with yellow diamonds) and puts it in the bathtub. I never actually see him do this, but know he has done it. The Mr-T character is trying to take a shower, and doesn’t notice the rattlesnake. Suddenly Ryan bursts in, with a weapon made out of a pillocase and a roll of quaters. It is the same weapon he used on the boat– Ryan was the killer!

“It won’t be like last time, you know,” says Mr T.

“I know, but watch me try. I’ll do it, and nobody can stop me,” Ryan replied.

The two begin to fight, and move into my bedroom. A few minutes later a *plop* is heard– Mr T left the water running, and the bath has overflowed, releasing the rattlesnake. The rattlesnake bites Mr. T, and he is killed. Ryan pulls me close and tells me now there’s only one thing left in life that he wants– the one thing that is in rhythm with his heart. He wants to make love, but I am scared out of my mind by what happened. Then I figure maybe I should just let have what he wants, as we sit on the bed. Before I can tell him anything, the rattlesnake jumps up and bites him on the nose. “Do something,” he says quietly to me as he lays down. I decide to call 911. I reach for the phone on my headboard, but the snake eyes me warily. I wave my stuffed platypus-duck in front of the snake, to see if it’s in the mood to bite again. It bites the stuffed animal repeatedly. I slowly put the stuffed animal down. I keep eye contact with the snake as I slowly reach for the phone and dial 911. The operator answers, but I’m too scared to speak. I’m just waiting for the rattlesnake to bite me as well… and then I wake up.

This woke me up at 4.36am last night. I had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep after it. I also had another dream, which wasn’t bad, but merely strange. I might post it later. Right now I don’t feel so good, and am going to take a nap.

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