The first scene if you will included myself and one of my sound guys living together as roommates. That's a bit odd, but reasonable I suppose. For some reason my roommate, the sound guy decided that he could work a scam whereby we somehow became the #1 comedy team in area (maybe world...hard to tell). Neither of us have ever mentioned wanting to be involved in comedy, but that doesn't stop a Melatonin delusion I suppose. The key to the whole thing was my lending/donating 2k in cash to the scam. I'm not really sure how the scam worked. But I know that we ended up at a dinner/reception where the winner of the comedy thing would be announced. We also stood to make $2 a piece off of a million book sales should we be named the winners. Well wouldn't you know it we got second place and some set of female twins won.
Evidently I was not a good sport about losing. I decided that I was going to get my money back somehow. So I went to the "shady" character in town. (Not sure which town I was in, but some town) This man was a stereotype of a mobster. He had the nice pinstripe suit and we met in a hotel room. There also seemed to be a bit of "Casino Exec" vibe to him as I think he owned a chain of casinos or something? Anyway I explained that my roomie/sound guy owed me 2k. The shady guy mentioned that he wanted to open a venue as a side note, and then decided that my 2k was now worth $3500 should he decide to collect.
He took me into an adjoining room where there were salon style chairs set up, like you might find in a beauty parlor. Further more there were people in the chairs getting their hair fluffed up by a stylist. The shady guy went over to the people in he chairs and stroked their hair a bit. Then, quickly he would reach into his pocket and produced a straight edge razor. He would then cut off a gruesome section of these folks' scalps in a violent and frightening way. Evidently his method of "collection" involved cutting off the tops of peoples' heads.
Things get a little blurry from then on out. I seem to remember just about everyone losing the top of their head. Oddly though everyone seemed to live through it...just with nasty scarring. Although by the end of the dream my roomie was boarded up in a basement and I presume kept their for life.
With this kind of dementia at 36 years old I can only presume I'll be totally lost in a twisted reality by 50 or so? Hopefully the asylum will be staffed by nice folks.
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