recently i watched exactly 15 minutes of the movie 'misery' and last night it made it into the roster of a series of nonsensical seroquel-induced stress dreams, (between my uncle changing my car's oil so wrong that it literally blew up. and suddenly realizing i was naked at a theme park)
so i was trapped in a blizzard in the colorado mountains in the 1980s and i was going to freeze to death for sure, when i saw a house in the distance up an impossible driveway (too steep and snow-packed) so i parked at the bottom and somehow hiked like a half-mile up and when i got to the house no one answered but it was life or death so i found the door unlocked and i just went inside.
when i got there, i found a guy (not the guy from the movie. some other guy, idk i don't write the dreams, i just have 'em) with broken & splinted legs in the kitchen and i hastily apologized & introduced myself & my situation. he was like there's no time, you have to get me out of here, the woman who lives here is torturing me. she broke my legs.
so i found a coat for him and i was looking for a piece of plastic or something for him to lie down on so i could drag him on the snow downhill to my car. when of course the woman showed up. she shot me and we fought to the death (i pushed her out a window in the end).
then i was like damn...i'm bleeding pretty badly dude. sorry, but now i think we're BOTH fucked. but he was like, "don't worry, i know what to do." and he got into the woman's medical torture bag for supplies, dug the bullet out of my abdomen, cleaned up my intestines (horrible) and stitched me up. it was obviously excruciating, truly awful beyond words, literally a nightmare, but afterward i was like, "wow. so you're like a surgeon? lucky us haha" and he was like actually no, i'm also a serial killer who medically tortures people in my house. I said huh??? is that why she was doing this to you?? to get back at you for hurting someone she knew?? he was like "no, no. she's also a serial killer, but she didn't know i am too. in fact when you think about it, the odds are pretty crazy, huh?" i didn't know what to say to that. i was like well damn...i guess at least taking one of you out was my good deed in this situation? he said, "sure, if that makes you feel good." after a long moment of silence i was like, well that explains the strange erotic energy you had while you did surgery on me. and he said, "no this actually isn't sexual for me. if you picked up that kinda energy that was all you." and then we said nothing again for a very long time until finally i was like, "well if i'm being honest i cannot unpack that right now. i still have to get you to my car."
we ended up finding a bob sled to get him back down to the car and it was even kind of fun.