2002-04-26 / 12:46 p.m.

(pull the trigger, you'll feel better...)

I hate these kind of dreams the most.

I am traveling somewhere in a car…with whom? I’m not sure. A young man. K is there somewhere.

We stop at a motel for the night and as we are settling in I hear a knock on the door.

I look through the peephole and see that it’s the motel manager. He has black spiky hair and this odd look on his face.

I turn to K and say that I don’t think we should let him in. But then I realize the door isn’t properly closed and the next thing I know he has forced his way into our room. There is another person with him and this person – a short, stocky guy – has a gun. He points it at me and makes like he is going to pull the trigger.

Pow! Pow! Pow! he says in this sarcastic, cutting voice – laughing at me as I instinctively duck from the sound of his imaginary bullets.

Listen up, this is a robbery says the other man . And it’s going to involve some cars and your things and some sex.

Even in my fear I think Oh how stylish – just like a Quentin Tarentino movie.

And then I am crouching on a sofa, my head bent waiting for the bullets to come. Or the rape. I am thinking furiously. Should I try and fight? Should I just stay quiet and hope to be invisible?

There is music playing somewhere and it is raining and I am thinking Is this it? Is this my last moment?

But then the young man who we were with suddenly emerges, executing perfect karate kicks and spinning around the room. Grabbing the gun out of the one guy’s hand he points and pulls the trigger. I see the short, stocky man’s head disintegrate into fire and blood.

I look around the room for the other guy – the motel manager – and I wait to see what our friend will do to him.

Suddenly it is an hour later and I am remembering that the Rock Star was supposed to drop by. Just as I am dismissing him as still being a totally self-involved flake, he appears at our door holding a Jane Austen book.

Sorry, I’m late and that I didn’t call he says. “But you won’t believe the day I just had

I try not to laugh and I am honestly glad to see him.

Which can mean nothing but trouble.

last night ... tonight