Thursday, July 1, 2010

A dream.

I was in this house. It was pretty, and in suburbia. Judging from the looks of it maybe somewhere with leaves, and 4 seasons. I don't know, Oregon or something.

Anyway, I was there and Camilla Belle was there too. She looked beautiful as always, and she was hiding in one of the upstairs rooms while I was in another room downstairs. It must have been a 3 story house, or she was in the attic. Because I know for sure, that my room was in the corner of the second floor.

So Camilla Belle was upstairs, and I was just in my room, packing or folding clothes and she looked very nervous. I later found out that she knew somebody was after her, or trying to kill her. So I took this gun, from somewhere in my room and I gave it to her. It wasn't even a proper gun, it was more like a bb gun. I gave it to her and I stayed with her in her room. The poor thing just looked so frightened.

Then we heard this sound downstairs, and I looked over the banister and saw a man coming in with a knife. I yelled "Look, he's there!" and she shot the gun, and she hit his head and he ran out. So we were just getting over this for a while wondering what was up and then out of nowhere, Bruce Willis and some other guy who looked like Tom Cruise in the Tropic Thunder movie came running up the stairs and tried to get us. I closed the door and Camilla Belle backed up against the window frightened.
Tom Cruise and Bruce Willis were too strong for me though and they managed to bust the door open. I flew across the floor and they came in starting to grab Camilla Belle. I got up though and threw them both across a second open window and they were both just lying on the roof outside trying to get up. I closed the window on them and managed to hurt both of their fingers or something. So they were just writhing in pain on the roof and I quickly grabbed Camilla Belle's hand and we climbed out the other open window and jumped off the roof, onto the driveway and to the street.

We were just running through the street bare feet, holding hands trying to run away. I remember for some reason not really being able to yell for help either. But there were some people outside on their porches and they saw us. But everybody just seemed helpless.


I don't know about you but I think she's too beautiful to be saved by someone like me.