The Horror Film

 I was editing the soundtrack to a film, the way I usually do it for the podcast, probably using a fair bit of Atrium Carceri and making it all creepy. It was a nice bit of music that grew slowly and the started to pulsate, so I tried to make that sync with the intensity of the scene.

The film was about a guy, let's call him James McAvoy or Gustav Söllscher, who seemed normal but we all knew something was wrong with him. Initially it was just a bit of coughing, though us being around him knew that wasn't everything. I was showing him the film and my editing of the music, so far. There wasn't a smooth cut between the previous bit of music and what I'd just put in but it wasn't too bad and we all sat with him as we watched and the intensity of the music arose.

We were going fast in a convertible with the top down. He was out of his episode for a bit but couldn't drive as he might have a seizure. We knew the end was near now, so we let him sit lumped with the driver in the driver's seat with one hand on the wheel, pretending he was driving for the last time. He let out a laugh, calling us idiots, then tugged at the wheel and the whole car veered out of the camera.

Things were burning. A store was smashed. The police was there, interviewing the deteriorated James. They realised that he couldn't be held responsible as he wasn't mentally stable. Some big guy with a white jumper came over and tried to converse with him, trying to meet him on his level, but James just took him for a ride, being intentionally silly and seemed more like a bully than someone who needed help.

I was a big bone crab/bone horror chained to some wooden boxes. All I could do was to walk slow or quickly a certain distance away from them and then I'd be pulled back. I typed noises in the chat, hoping someone would engage with me anyway. No one did, so I started writing "Hjalmar", hoping someone would recognise me and realise it was I. No one did.

So I started being increasingly naughty, trying to just walk into people who were around me, turn things over, break stuff and set things on fire by knocking over candelabras and braziers. A duo of Source Hunters came walking past, conversing with the Troll King, who was inviting them to sit down with his kin. No one paid me any attention, even as I tackled into them, breaking boxes and setting the entire company on trolls aflame, as they were scripted to go down some stairs where I couldn't follow. Whatever happened down there turned sour for them when suddenly the Troll King realised that all his friends were burning and so they stormed out, source hunters in tow, and he cast a high level spell that disintegrated them with fire. They had to load their game.

They didn't load far enough back though, as they were now just entering the passage below with the group of trolls still burning. Up they popped and got obliterated again. Load game. Same place. Burning trolls. Down in basement. Pop. Furious Troll King and Fiery Annihilation. This time I had the chance to look at the combat log and apparently his spell was called World Eater. Seems like the party of Source Hunters were doomed as they couldn't load further back and I couldn't undo my mayhem of turned over braziers that set the trolls ablaze. I felt a bit bad, even if they were just level 4, as they might have slowly roleplayed their way here and starting from scratch made them have to start from that cursed beach and either speed through things or make entirely new characters. Goodness knows I wouldn't want to replay that bit again. 

Kenneth, the ATM and I am a Woman

 We were at a winter summer festival, where alcohol needed to be ordered. A Japanese woman was helping everyone collect their orders and came over to me to check mine. It felt a bit like she was checking a ticket and at first I wasn't sure I had one I wanted checked. When she persisted I brought up my order, which I wasn't sure that I had sent in, and as we looked at it, the only way for it to come through was to pick it up at 16:00 at Systembolaget in whatever town this was. It felt Italian but could also have been Söderköping. She'd been standing quite close to me and at least I liked that bit. Think I might be starved for physical contact. 

Kenneth Kas came over and showed me his gloves that he was so excited to have bought. They were knitted in yellow, black and gray and looked a bit like a Krösatåg. He explained that these were the official ticket controller gloves and if you had these on your lap, they would know not to check your ticket on any train, so you could go anywhere without buying a ticket. He'd bought them at a cheap store recently.

I lost him in the crowd and started heading back as the show was about to start. On the way back I found similar gloves but without the black bits on, lying on the ground next to a kid's hat. I figured some poor kid had left it all there and would find it again. I won't take their gloves. Then, just a few more meter's ahead there was another pair of gloves on the ground, looking exactly like the one's Kenneth showed me. I figured he'd left them there to come back for them later. I won't take his gloves.

Getting back to where the show was, I dropped by the ATM, which was on a walkway about two or three meter's up. It was filled with Iraqi or Iranian bills that someone had tried to copy, somehow using the ATM as a copy machine. It seemed to have reacted to the attempted fraud and shut down. I figured it was Kenneth. I didn't take any of the copied bills. All this starts to feel like a picture of how honest a John I am.

I finally got to the concert and sat at the front. A girl that I had seen before; and gotten completely smitten by, was singing something. I pretended or tried to be as smitten as before but then Amanda Duveborn threw her hand around my neck and drew me in as she was using her other to sing a song called I Am A Woman. Again, I liked being clung to, though she had me singing along but since I only knew that very line, I didn't do very well.

Somewhere in all this, me and Mia woke up in the middle of the night and there were several mosquitos on us. I smacked some, closed the windows and went back to sleep.