“Wild dream, man,” began Frank Lynn to the others, his so-called friends Mikie and Philip Strevor, the great triumvirate of video gaming for this day and age, at least under their truer names and not their newer names created for this here blog and attached photo-novels. “I — get this — was *Chomp* (= Chop). Driving through that repo man’s window you made me do when we first met in that car with you pointing your gun at my head.”
“Yeah, ha,” said Mikie by his side, still by his side but in the right way this time. “I remember.”
“And so I drove it through that big front window — just like we did before — and lo and behold I was there again inside. As me! I was the repo man who owned the car dealership as well as his hired help doing the actual work.”
“Totally f-ed up,” says Philip, shaking his head a bit. “Okay… me,” he quickly shifted.
“*You* had a dream too, dawg?” questioned Frank Lynn, watching Philip try to remember it.
“Well, not as a *dawg*… dawg. But: yeah. I’m always having dreams lately; you know that. So in this one… actually I had a gun pointed at you too Frank.”
“Say whaat?” said Frank Lynn.
“Hmm,” said more suspicious Mikie, sensing a tall tale. Which it indeed was but not in the way he was thinking, as we know from the posts just before this one. Truth Philip is telling. He continues…
“Yeah. Let’s see: way up on top of a building, maybe a mile high even. Way up.” He points up, but only at some trees in this unspecified Lost Sanos location — working on it. “I-I was a monkey; yeah that’s it. Or dressed as a monkey, something. Maybe I just had a monkey’s head. Anyway, for some reason I didn’t pull the trigger — maybe couldn’t get a bead on your own head I was so far away. So I just dropped the gun and jumped — think I jumped.”
“Dawg!”
“Monkey,” corrected Philip, perhaps in a comical way. “But I landed right on a pile of mattresses, soft as um, downy pillows, heh. Or walked out and fell asleep on them. But then that officer came along and woke me up. And I woke up.”
“Wow man, Philip. You crazy!”
“*You* crazy.” He points to Frank as they share a chuckle. Two wild and crazy dreamers.
“Those are great, guys,” issued Mikie between them now, being only partially sarcastic in comparison to his normal, full on version. “Really. Both of you as animals… not far off, actually.”
“Pheh,” one or both of them say back.
“But now it’s *my* turn. I had a dream too as it so happens. Get a load of *this,* guys.”
And then he proceeds to tell them about finding the ring.
(to be continued)
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