Jacken’s Blog

My wife woke me up, asking what I had been dreaming.

                                                               FADE IN:

             INT. PRISON - DAY

             In the holding tank of a prison. There's a bunch of bad

             looking guys standing around looking at you. One of

             them holds his hand inside his blue prison shirt,

             probably carrying a knife.



                                                            CUT TO:



             You look at a guy standing next to you. He's not as big

             as the other fellows. He looks scared when looking back

             at you.



                                     YOU

                       Hey! The best way of going about

                       it, is to stab him directly

                       under the ribs.



                                     SMALL GUY NEXT TO YOU

                       Where?



                                     YOU

                       Make sure that you stick it in

                       here

                            (Pointing thumb

                             directly under the

                             ribs)



                                     SMALL GUY NEXT TO YOU

                       Why?



                                     YOU

                       Because otherwise you might hit

                       the ribs. What you want to

                       accomplish is a stab to the

                       lower part of the lung. You know

                       that you done right when you

                       hear him go...

                            (Starting to make a

                             heavy slurping

                             breathing)



                                                           FADE TO:







             INT. REALITY - NIGHT



             Wakeup with you wife asking what you where dreaming.

When I told her about my dream, she laughed until she had tears in her eyes. Apparently I’ve been making heavy breading slurpy sounds in my sleep. When I described how It sounded in my dream, it didn’t sound anything like the sound I had been making. Lesson learned, my slurpy stabbed in the lower part of your lung sound is better sounding than in the real world.