BigJimsWornOutTires
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You dream of a car crashing through the roof of your home. It settles inside your bedroom. A man with no face climbs out of the wrecked car. He's wearing all red. He has a gun! Just as he shoots, you wake up.
Ugh, odd dream. And you tell your partner about this dream. You describe the man in red shooting a gun. Your partner responds, "Urkamookabukatussie." Ugh, he's retarded. You go back to sleep.
Three years later...
You and your partner are lying in bed watching a thriller. You're falling asleep. You see the scene of a car chase. The driver is played by a famous actor. However, you remember watching an early morning talk show about this movie. The director explained he had a choice of three actors to play this role. So he did something unusual. He placed their names on slips of paper and dropped them into a hat. With his eyes closed, he plucked the actor who would play this leading role.
Anyway, as the car chase pursues down a street in a suburban neighborhood, the driver says your first name. Ah, yes, the unknown character is named after you. Nothing unusual there unless your name was Urkamookabukatussie. Then that would be pretty freaky deeky. The car jumps a ramp and crashes as you fall asleep.
The blue car had crashed into a house. The action star climbs out. His face is bloody yet, his hair is perfectly trimmed and neat. He's wearing red pants and a red shirt. He has a gun! He screams your name. He shoots. It's loud! You wake up. The character runs off-screen while shouting your name.
You fall back to sleep.
