Carnival Fight

I swear I’m not a terrible person, I like to think I’m actually quite nice; But occasionally, I guess our evil nature comes out in our dreams. Usually “fight dreams” are very unproductive for me (either I can’t move or something happens to end the conflict), but this was not one of those cases. ((^_^))

[10-01-2002]

I went to a carnival with a few friends, but instead of riding amusement park rides, we browsed through different trailers displaying various types of exhibits and activities. One was a history museum with Indian artifacts and antique guns (“Cowboys & Indians”?). Another was a haunted house, but I freaked out about halfway through and went back because it was too dark. We went into a cafeteria area and I needed to use the restroom [reoccurring theme], which turned out to be tiny and the toilet was inside a shower stall. A girl was in the shower, but apparently didn’t mind if I used the toilet, so I ducked the water and took a pee while she casually continued taking a shower.

We went through a trailer displaying snakes and other reptiles, then into another with two preppy girls sitting at a desk; One (brunette) was selling tickets and the other (redhead) was doing “face drawings.” The redhead had a black pen that she was using to draw shapes on people’s faces (like face painting, but in black ink). I asked her draw something on my face (without specifying what to draw), and she smiled smugly and proceeded to draw on my nose. Wondering what she could’ve possibly drawn on my nose, I looked in a mirror to find that she had “connected-the-dots” between my pores! Both girls laughed, pointing at my nose, and I jumped across the desk, attacking the redhead. There was a large window behind her chair and we burst through it onto the ground outside. I was on top of her, beating her face in, with a crowd gathering around us, when I suddenly grabbed her by her curly red hair and bit off the tip of her nose! I guess I figured I’d taught her a lesson and I just stood up, looking down at her, with blood running down my chin, while she crawled backwards, crying, holding her face, and staring at me in utter horror.