The world according to one overactive neuron in Emily's brain last night

There was this cop going after a criminal, a mafioso. It was old Shanghai style. The cop caught the crook on the bridge and directed a cannon at him, ready to blast him away unless he gave up information about something. The crook, wiley as always, said, "Wait! Wait. I have a better idea of how to get me to talk. He beckoned the police to look over the bridge at the swirling water beneath, a 100 foot drop into the water at least. I peered over too, because I'm curious as to what he was pointing at. A rope materializes miraculously and he ties it to the bridge and flung the rest into the water. He implies, "You can dangle me on the rope, threaten to drown me and get me to talk that way." The cop thought it was a good idea.

But before anyone actually did anything, a sophisticated lady in a Chinese style cheongsam very gracefully leaped over the bridge and seemed to float gently into the water below. She emerged from the water, wet, but still graceful and then casually walked to the bank of the water. She said to the crook, now transformed to dashing revolutionary hero, "I'll be waiting for you here." The man nodded and then he grabbed the rope and then leapt over. But something was wrong. He was falling! He was getting major rope burn because his hands were sliding down the rope. With supreme effort, he halts his advance by gripping the rope super hard. He stops. Then with a yell, he steps on his own hand on the rope and somehow manages to climb up the rope. His hand was a pulsating mess of blood and swollen flesh. The scene was very intense. I was astonished, You can do that on a rope? What a neat acrobatic trick.

But all that effort was for naught, because soon all of us found ourselves in the water, walking towards this house. But the story of the revolutionary heroes continue. Inside the house, I paced with the revolutionary hero and the female counterpart. The TOD (totalitarians of the day) were after us and were about to capture one of us. Another female team member, a dashing, tomboyish female flippantly showed her disregard and her fearlessness. But shortly after, she was dragged off to the "interrogation" room. She returned to us but she was severely disfigured. There was a moment, as in a horror film where I looked upon her face. She was ghastly white. Her hair changed from glossy black to burnt bright orange mess, like the hair of a clown. On her eyes were two shiny metal plates. The sophisticated female revolutionary walked up to the girl and gently took off one of her metal plates. I remember cringing. I did NOT want to see what was underneath. Her eyes were swollen shut. She had no eyelids. God knows what unspeakable things they did to her eyes. At first I thought they plucked out her eyeballs like they did to this girl in Hostel. She uttered a cry and then turned and ran away. Against all my better judgment, I ran after her to stop her. She turned to me and amazingly, she suddenly had these amazing gray Anime eyes, abnormally large and alien looking. Still I was relieved, I thought, oh, at least she still has her eyes.

Then I was walking through an amusement park. The aisle was filled with teddy bears. Along each side of me were these mountains and mountains of teddy bears. High up on the hills, you can see a vendor stationed among the bears. Their job was to throw the bears at you. Your job was to pay them for the privilege of throwing the bears at them. The thrill of course is to be able to hit them, even though they have such an unfair advantage. I kept throwing and throwing, but my aim was terrible and I kept missing. In my rage, I ran away as fast as I could and refused to pay. I ran away and hid in the bathroom.