Last week I mentioned Group, the artist’s block workshop.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be going,
the words have been flowing since the dream started.
Speaking of which, the strangest thing happened the last time I went to group. The guy who goes by the name Judas, the one who draws,
he talked about a dream that he had…
the same dream that I had.
His version was not entirely identical to mine, but the feeling was the same. I could feel myself at my desk as he recounted the details of the dream and I could feel the cold breeze sending goose pimples up my arm as he encountered the Man in the Long Coat.
After he finished speaking, the other member of the group,
Crow, launched himself at Judas
and for a moment it looked as though he was preparing to shoot him. Crow gripped Judas by the neck with one hand and with the other he made a motion as though he were reaching for an invisible gun on a non-existent holster at his hip, like the cowboys in westerns.
He was screaming about the “dream” being his
and shook violently with more rage than I knew a person could possess.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt.
I rushed over to wrench Crow’s fingers from Judas’ neck and Crow quickly stormed out of the room.
After he recovered, I talked with Judas for a few moments. I told him about my version of the “dream” and he said something about an anomaly and signing an NDA. I had no idea what he was talking about, but
he obviously was not in a state to talk any further about it.
We exchanged numbers and he said he would contact me tomorrow…