Rowdy’s Dream Blog #89
I am in a gang.
I am in a gang. One of our members has just shot a guy for impersonating the boss. Someone had predicted that the rat, when discovered, would be found to be the exact opposite of the boss. We wrap the guy in blue and green blankets and hide him from passers by. As we discuss the situation, our secret upstairs meeting room is somehow transformed into a moving RV. It begins moving at great speed. The real impersonator-rat, exposed now by the gathering speed, struggles with the guy he shot, apparently still alive. I manage to jump off the roof to safety just before the RV reaches critical speed and becomes airbourn. RV and gang sail through the air and flatten into some trees and a low metal building. Their empty clothes slowly flutter to the ground.