Carrying a dead prisoner out of the jail. I notice his foot twitch and he jumps up, steals my friends gun and shoots him in the groin. I try and save him but it’s hopeless. I realise I’m in a movie.
I do a Hollywood crying scene over his dead body and then it fades to black.
Many years pass and I now live in a cult. I’m still very traumatised by the groin death.
Writing a manuscript about typography.
Friend goes missing. Tried to call. Operator says that she’s in Cote d’Azure. So we realise people are going missing in the night.
We were living in a warehouse. Baddies have kidnapped most people and the manuscript. So I realise it must expose a conspiracy in the government in the pages somehow.
They’ve also put red bulbs into all the lights and made our film negs back to front.
I miss the cold buffet for dinner and get really really angry.
Then I woke up
