I
am a cop. Or an army guy. There is a major scandal in the local church.
A criminal case. Me and my partner are there
to make sure no one leaves
while
the people inside are being questioned. Its all quiet when suddenly
nuns
and the people are going crazy. We are trying to fight them off
without hurting them but they are hell bent on
killing us. We defend
ourselves
as best as we can. I hear gunfire.
Someone outside is shooting
and one by one, people are dropping dead.
I
run to the nearest shelter which happens to be an apartment that looks
like
my old long corridor flat in dover. In that apartment I am introduced
to some other cops. I spot a glimpse of the
shooter in the opposite
window.
He looks so 60’s/70’s killer cliche, moustache and all. The guy I
was talking to drops dead. Bullet in the head.
Our shooter can now shoot
through walls. Everybody is dead except for me
and Colin farrel. I am so
paranoid by now that I don’t think I can trust
this guy. I am thinking
whether
it would be easier to go and kill the shooter myself, or to let the
outside cops get to this guy. I stay in that
apartment and it feels like I am
waiting
for death.
Two
guys come into the apartment. Its Harrison ford and Robert deniro.
My killers. As ford draws the gun to shoot me,
I grab deniro by the neck
and
use him as a shield. He struggles and I attempt to choke him. Ford is
kicking
me over and over again and I just keep blocking with my free
hand.
I am thinking this is it….can I throw them out the window when I
wake
up. I roll over, check on my wife, pull up the blanket for her and tell
myself
that I will react peacefully even if I am in a violent dream.
