21/08/08
Addamendendum - You know it's time to go when... -
Categories: I had a dream last night. In it, John Gordillo, the acclaimed magician (it was a dream, ok, and he looks like he could be a magician) "killed" me, although it was a magic trick, so I wasn't really dead. Only I didn't know that at the time, so I was terrified. Then I realised it was a trick, and a fake needle (alright, genuine needle (still in a dream though), fake killy substance inside it), and so Gordillo-in-the-dream smuggled me out of the venue where he was performing 'murder' (oh yes, this was in front of a paying audience), and put me in a small room with Pappy's Fun Club, who had also been fake-murdered by The Great Gordillo the day before. Cut to a day later, and the amazing illusionist lets us out, in front of dozens of press photographers, all convinced that JG had actually committed homicide on the 5 of us (and yet no one had arrested him? plus they'd willingly followed him to this small abandoned room, thinking he was a killer? Alright, it's dream logic). We appear, the photographers go mental, we get to tell the world that we were never injecting with lethal poison in the first place, although at the time we did think we were actually going to die.
And then I woke up. In a panic, cos at one point there I thought I was about to die, but in my first moment of waking I was also briefly sad that the dream wasn't true - because, I thought to myself, think of the press attention and ensuing ticket sales that my pretend murder would generate.
That's when you know it's time to leave Edinburgh.
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