Last Night I Dreamt #01 - Shot in the Hand!
April 21st, 2008
I was with some Romanian chap (a friend, apparently) and his young child on a bus. They didn’t speak at all. A dodgy bloke with a moustache, who looked kinda Mexican, was driving - he was giving us a lift to somewhere or other. I soon realised this was a bad idea, and I was trying to get us out of the dodgy situation. It was dark, there was nobody else on the bus - an old 1980’s coach.
Despite my protestations, the dodgy driver took us to some dodgy carpark, it was sunny and desert-like, like Mexico. We tried to leg it when he stopped the bus, but his friend was in the carpark with a gun. They quickly agreed to let us go if we starred in a film they were making. Having no choice, we agreed. The scene required me to stand with my back against a wooden wall, with my hands flat against the wood, and for the driver to fire a gun at me. The shot was supposed to go through the space between my finger and thumb and leave a hole in the wall. We practiced it once (without my hand) and he hit the mark. Then, for the actual take, he missed and hit my hand in the fleshy part between the thumb and first finger. It left a bullet sized round hole, and it bled a little bit. I was really pissed off with him and walked off, slating his lack of professionalism and general acting crapness. I told him that he had no natural talent and he’d need to practice 500 times before trying something like that again.
I was really annoyed that he shot my hand. I don’t know what happened to the Romanian and his child.
Can anyone interpret this for me? Winning suggestion wins…. something intangible.

