Mon 15 September - I’m standing at this drum kit that has all these amazing tiny cymbals that make the strangest noises. I look to my left and there’s this massive, wooden house, not quite a mansion, but it’s big. There’s an arch through the house to drive a car through, and above that is a enclosed walkway leading to the front door, which is located on the second floor. There’s a guy in a fancy white shirt and blue jeans going up the stairs and it looks like he’s holding a machine gun.
To my right is a town center, with loads of people on the streets, cheering. I realize I’m standing on a hill, with the town center below me.
Next thing I know, I’m up in the walk way and Annika Hallin (wtf, she was in the swedish version of The Girl who Played with Fire/Kicked the Hornet’s Nest) appears, and I asked her if she was Jonathan Davis (Korn vocalist) mum….. and she said yes! And I went ‘You’ve done a great job raising him’! and she went ‘thankx’
Then I remember the guy walking up the stairs with the gun. We crouch down and I slowly move toward the door. Somehow, a golf club appeared in my hands. I’m right next to the door, it opens, the guy enters, but doesn’t see me and I whack him over the head with the club. I look down at him and SHIT, he had my rabbit and the fuzzy ball of fluff is lying there with some kind of injury to his neck!
I grab rabbit-face and run down the hill to the town center and start asking if anyone is a vet. I can feel his heart beating in my hands. The crowds of people that were here before start to disappear as I’m searching desperately for someone to help. Soon enough, everyone is gone, excpet this really tall old guy, probably about mid-50’s, who says yes and takes fuzz ball from me.
Then, we’re at the kitchen table, and he’s bandaged up rabbit and fed him some milk. The last thing i remember is watching the guy make some kind of miniature wrestling ring with a newspaper cover for rabbit to sleep in.