Dream A Dream
Apr. 20th, 2004 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaosvizierSo I'm dreaming last night.
It's late at night, in some city somewhere, and people are milling about, going shopping, socializing, dancing in the streets and doing late night stuff, and suddenly the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse poof into existence in the middle of the street.
And it's KISS. The band.
There's a moment of pause as they pose for the camera (what camera?), and then they start a wholesale slaughter of everyone nearby. So I'm in the crowd, running to avoid getting killed by KISS (and, really, who wouldn't?), but they're breaking into people's homes and kicking ass, and breathing fire (I never knew KISS could breathe fire; go figure), throwing people through windows, and just opening up a big can of whupass. Some gangstas start unloading on them with Uzis, but KISS is completely unstoppable. Gangstas get trashed, big time.
Along my escape I break from the mob and pass through a titanic hotel with this fountain in the lobby that was somehow a scale replica of Niagara falls. It was pretty.
Running up several flights of stairs puts me somehow overlooking the city, where streams of people are flowing through the streets to escape the heavy metal massacre going on a few blocks away. KISS is now trashing entire buildings. The city center is on fire. One can hear KISS approaching, because they're making a very distinctive sound. I don't know what that sound is, it's just the sound of KISS. They're pretty close, really.
And there I wake up.
I should point out that I have never seen KISS in concert or in person, nor would I recognize any of their music if played to me. I know nothing about KISS beyond what they look like, and the fact that Gene Simmons has a crazy-ass tongue.
If ever a dream was to convince me to lay off the sauce, this could conceivably be it.
It's late at night, in some city somewhere, and people are milling about, going shopping, socializing, dancing in the streets and doing late night stuff, and suddenly the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse poof into existence in the middle of the street.
And it's KISS. The band.
There's a moment of pause as they pose for the camera (what camera?), and then they start a wholesale slaughter of everyone nearby. So I'm in the crowd, running to avoid getting killed by KISS (and, really, who wouldn't?), but they're breaking into people's homes and kicking ass, and breathing fire (I never knew KISS could breathe fire; go figure), throwing people through windows, and just opening up a big can of whupass. Some gangstas start unloading on them with Uzis, but KISS is completely unstoppable. Gangstas get trashed, big time.
Along my escape I break from the mob and pass through a titanic hotel with this fountain in the lobby that was somehow a scale replica of Niagara falls. It was pretty.
Running up several flights of stairs puts me somehow overlooking the city, where streams of people are flowing through the streets to escape the heavy metal massacre going on a few blocks away. KISS is now trashing entire buildings. The city center is on fire. One can hear KISS approaching, because they're making a very distinctive sound. I don't know what that sound is, it's just the sound of KISS. They're pretty close, really.
And there I wake up.
I should point out that I have never seen KISS in concert or in person, nor would I recognize any of their music if played to me. I know nothing about KISS beyond what they look like, and the fact that Gene Simmons has a crazy-ass tongue.
If ever a dream was to convince me to lay off the sauce, this could conceivably be it.
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Date: 2004-04-21 10:13 am (UTC)I'm such a non-concert goer. My musical acumen is weak!
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Date: 2004-04-21 11:30 am (UTC)You need to watch the KISS movie. KISS meets the phantom of the park. It's hilarious.
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Date: 2004-04-22 05:40 am (UTC)Weird, the shit that sticks in your head over the years.
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Date: 2004-04-22 06:15 am (UTC)You know how hard it is for an active 8 year old to stay up until midnight after playing all day?