nicholasMy brother, father and I were being held captive in a small room. I was aware that the surroundings were distinctly Japanese. In fact, we were imprisoned in an incredibly spare traditional inn, replete with tatami, sliding screen doors, and dark wood everywhere.
My father was being held captive by an enormous giant of a man who resembled an mongoloid, obese, Bruce Willis. He was kneeling behind my father, holding his head in a sleeper hold. He kept on threatening to snap his neck but seemed intent on keeping us in suspense.
My brother and I were pacing in circles around them, they were in the middle of the room kneeling on the tatami. As we circled around them we became increasingly agitated that the giant was actually going to carry out his threat. I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I grabbed an enormous kitchen knife and clambered up his back. I proceeded to cut deeply into his neck until I felt his body go slack. As I climbed down from his body and surveyed the gory scene I realized that somehow his body had merged with my father’s and I had inadvertently committed patricide. My little brother began crying profusely and as I attempted to comfort him he began shaking violently. He gradually shrank in size and became an infant version of himself. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder and wrapped him in blankets.
An enormous siren went off throughout the building I was in and I realized I had triggered some sort of alarm system. I threw the door open and began running around the inn carrying my little brother. Eventually, I came out onto an open, wooden terrace. I was faced with an enormous industrial scene.
The inn itself was suspended from the underside of an enormous bridge. Underneath us, sprawling in every direction was a gigantic refinery. There were miles of pipes, concrete buildings, and smokestacks belching exhaust and flames. There was an elaborate system of suspended, concrete walkways coming off of the inn in many directions. I could see small platoons of security guards in the distance attempting to get closer to us. I began running carrying my brother all the while. I chose paths at random hoping that they would lead us down to street level. I kept on looking over my shoulder to ensure that the security guards were still at a safe distance.
Finally, we exited at the bottom of an enormous concrete ramp and we were at a basic intersection. It looked like any number of grubby, harsh street corners in Brooklyn, underneath the BQE and overrun with traffic. I attempted to flag down a taxi. Finally, in a state of exhaustion, I sat down on the curb, put my “baby” brother down on the sidewalk, and began crying spasmodically.
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