04.27.07

No Luminol Necessary

Posted in Rants at 6:31 am

Continuing the cavalcade of horror, I again had an interesting crossover dream. Well, more of a nightmare, actually. The oddest thing was that it was filmed in 16:9….

EDIT: The post below is kind of graphic. Here, have a bunny if you’re squeamish.

Establishing shot: the sky above 5th Avenue. Cut to a playground; small children of varying ages, ethnicities, and activity levels are frolicking and playing. Mixed in with the children are the familiar sights of Grover, Prarie Dawn, and the other small-sized non-human inhabitants of Sesame Street. Music: Something lighthearted.

One child is running towards a sandbox. She sees something oddly shiny sticking up in the box and slows down to investigate it; Telly Monster comes up beside her and freezes in horror as the music fades to the familiar orchestral sting. He grabs the girl and pulls her away from the item in the sandbox– it’s a bloody knife.

Cut to police activity in the park. Several officers are comforting the now wailing children and monsters. A man in his late forties or early fifties, wearing a trim blue suit, American flag pin, and latex gloves, is kneeling in front of the sandbox. A younger woman in her early thirties kneels beside him, peering at the knife; she is wearing dark pants, a flower-print blouse, and latex gloves.

DET. MAC TAYLOR (the man): Kids were out on their field trip to Central Park; their chaperone called 911 when one of them found it.
LINDSEY MONROE (the woman): No blood drops around it… could be a weapon dump.

A tall man in a darker suit than Taylor’s comes up behind the two and peers at the weapon.

DET. DON FLACK (the tall man): We’ve got guys canvassing the area, but so far we got nothing close by. Couple of the usual hiding out a little ways away, but nobody with a knife wound.
TAYLOR: There’s a print on the handle. Camera zooms in on a bloody fingerprint on the dark handle of the knife. Monroe is swabbing the blade of the knife. I’m sure we can get someone off of that.
FLACK: So we got a weapon, and possibly a suspect, but no crime.
MONROE: holding up the cotton swab; the tip is pink, indicating the presence of blood. No crime yet.
FLACK: I guess that leaves us with a question… Camera pans over the assorted children and monsters comforting each other, with chaperones and police hugging and supporting them.
TAYLOR: Can you tell me how to get… to the body?
Orchestral sting. Cut to “Baba O’Riley” and the opening credits.

The extremely vivid and well-written dream went on with the victims being Bert and Ernie, for obvious reasons. Elmo had a solid alibi (he was with Oscar the Grouch at the time), and I woke up before the third act– but after the autopsy scene. Ick.

The really sad part is that I didn’t come up with this on my own, and even then someone beat me to it. Though I certainly don’t think Grover would have done it.

Right, let me just finish this by saying yes I know it’s creepy, but it’s just a dream. Also, characters belong to their respective owners blah blah blah. I really don’t think constantly about death and destruction. Really.

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