Last night I dreamt Queen Elizabeth lived across the cul-de-sac from me and her daughter was getting married. We were all watching the Bride-To-Be sit in her bedroom on a big screen TV. It was a little bit weird, but then the Queen announced that veiwing time was over so we had to turn off most of the lights in the cul-de-sac. The Queen then asked me if I was prepared for what was happening with the coming significance of the merger of two great houses in this marriage and then had me breakdown some sort of geopolitics for her. After that, I hooked up with her daughter, got caught, and had to go on the run. Then once I made it back to Texas/Mexico some serial killers started showing up in the story, specifically in the train car. Weird guy, like 8 feet tall, looked like Dave van Ronk. We talked for a bit and I didn't know he was a serial killer, I think he was telling me stuff about food and where to eat. The people I ended up staying with were hunting things...I'm not sure what. They were all 3 really big, really butch dudes but one of them was bigger and butcherer, and he would man-handle the other 2 when the couldn't take Marshall Mathers clowning on them. But the Dave van Ronk Murderer was following us, or at least closing in. There were certain parts of the dream that were from his perspective, so like I saw him eating people (that's how he disposed of his victims I guess) Also Marshall Mathers go his eyes put out because he kept on making fun of these dudes I was staying with and having better girls then them. They chained him up to two posts and just BLAMO, first move they took and eye, and then they just pummeled him for a while. It was pretty brutal. I had to look away (in the dream). It finally ended with the Dave van Ronk setting up shop in this re-occuring country-type cabin thing I have in my dreams, with rows and rows of human sausage watching M.A.S.H. on a portable tv with a bunch of tins of beans. Then the cops showed up and someone shot him directly through the throat with an M4A4.
The closing shot was of a slow pan from his giant prostrated corpse, over the scratchy TV casting it's blueish light on the grisly scene, to his rows and rows of human sausage and pork-n-beans.
Final Synopsis: Generally left me feeling pretty harrowed most of the time. 7/10, would dream again.
