My nightmare
Are nightmares contagious?
One day after Sun restaurant critic/blogger Elizabeth Large had a nightmare about being recognized in the Milton Inn, I too had a vivid, terrible nightmare. Mine was much more intense, though.
I was a child, and my friend and I had snuck up to the house of a certain Baltimore nightlife/entertainment/real estate mogul who shall remain nameless. Let's call him Bob for the sake of this story.
So there we are, crouching by Bob's house, trying to see what's going on inside, when we hear someone coming. We scatter into the nearby trees, as Bob comes out of the house with another guy. I run a little ahead of my friend, so that we are separated by about 50 yards.
Here is where it gets wild ...
Bob is carrying a semi-automatic weapon. Suddenly, he spots my friend, and starts shooting at him. He wounds my friend, and then goes absolutely still for a few seconds.
I'm in the forest, he's right by me, and I'm trying to hold my breath. I can't hear or see anything. I"m just hoping he doesn't hear me. I am freaking out, man.
"I thought I heard a rustle," Bob says to his friend. "Just the slightest sound."
Then I woke up. My heart was pounding. Even now, I get the jitters when I think about it.
(AP photo)
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "
Comments
Ooooh is it David Cordish?! You're totally not gonna tell us are you? :-(
Posted by: Jenn | April 24, 2009 12:01 PM
Sounds like Power Plant Live has creeped into your head and is getting the best of you.
Posted by: Cordish Game Hen | April 24, 2009 12:51 PM
Sounds like this is a good time for your vacation Sam.
Posted by: Sturmy | April 24, 2009 1:51 PM
Haha Cordish Game Hen is a little more subtle than I am :-(
Posted by: Jenn | April 24, 2009 2:02 PM
That's too funny. So Sam, you want to go shooting this weekend?
Posted by: Mark Twain | April 24, 2009 4:04 PM
Sam,
What kind of mushrooms were in the gravy served with your dinner the night before?
Peyote and paranoia, perfect together!
Posted by: GDA | April 24, 2009 4:28 PM
I totally figured out who Bob is. But I'm not going to reveal even one letter in his name.
Posted by: Hefter | April 25, 2009 3:32 PM