Anthony Hopkins Get Out Of My Head!

Well I had a strange dream last night as I do most nights. Full of action and adventure as well as Anthony Hopkins. Yes that's right of course in my dream he was Hannibal Lector, or however you spell it, which was funny because I never actually saw any of those movies. Well this is how it went to the best of my memory. I will fill in some plot holes and add detail so it will actually make some sense and take up more that two paragraphs.

The Ball would be underway in a few minutes and I was nervous in my rented tux. It was going to be a fun night but she was going to be there and she always made me nervous. I dried my sweaty palms on my pants and went to the door. I opened it and was greeted by my best friend Andrew. I had no idea that he would be there and as we talked I was distracted from my nervousness. Until of course she walked in.
I saw Andrew's eyes move over my shoulder and I noticed a devious smile on his mouth. Looking back over my shoulder I saw her standing in the doorway. She was like a dream. The most beautiful I had ever seen her. She wore a breathtaking red dress. Her hair flowed like silk down to her shoulders. Her eyes were like glistening pools of wonder. Her rosy cheeks and cute nose. Full lips and straight white teeth. Her face was full of innocence yet at the same time an intensity that I could only describe in one word. Gulp.
I turned back to Andrew. Who was now waving. I wondered who he was waving at until my peripheral caught a glimpse of red. Then the waft of something feminine and a "Hey guys!" from the prettiest voice ever. "He-y" I managed to stutter out. Then the most unexpected thing happened. I heard what sounded like an invitation to dance. Now after I made my head quadruple check to make sure I had heard right I managed to nod my head. She let out a "yay" and grabbed my hand. As we moved towards the dance floor my heart went bonkers. I had so many butterflies that I almost flew.
Well right as I was about to put my arms around her there was a scream and my world got shattered. I looked up at the stage and saw somebody clutching their bleeding throat while Anthony Hopkins stood in the middle with a knife in hand and smile on face. After that all I can remember is screaming and a stamped of people shove me along to the exits. I met up with Andrew outside as well as several other people I couldn't recognize in the excitement. I was looking around and couldn't seem to see any red dress. Until I looked inside and saw her in a corner with other people trapped by Anthony Hopkins.
Summoning up my courage I ran back in with Andrew and the others right behind me. I stopped right as the knife went up and I yelled out NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! This had no effect as he continued to cut up several people. So I dashed in and grabbed her and barely managed to dodge the knife. Everybody else wasn't as lucky. Their cries rang out as we ran to the doors.
When we got to them we were confronted by a group of people with weapons. They gave me a pistol and we soon found ourselves marching towards Anthony Hopkins. He turned to us and smiled. Blood covering his face. Then he raised his hands and shrugged. As we grew relieved he quickly whipped the knife at us burying it deep in somebodies face. I felt my gun kick and saw blood spray from his chest. It was over. So I thought.
He looked down at his chest laughed and then looked up at me and winked. With a roar and a great display of instant metamorphosis Anthony Hopkins turned from a very scary man into a very scary dragon. And with a swift move he had all of us in his claws and was flying through the air. I saw that we were moving rather rapidly towards a volcano. And then we were dropped into blackness.
I must have hit my head because I woke up with a pounding headache. We were all in a small room. The walls were bare and the roof seemed to be miles above us. I noticed that I was laying between Andrew and her. They saw me move and helped me sit up. I saw desperation in their faces and I realized that it was up to me to save them. I promised them that I would do whatever it took to save them. I saw them both smile and Andrew came and gave me a pat on the back and she smiled and came over to me and was just about to hug me when there was a whoosh and we were knocked off our feet. Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and landed among us. He looked at all of us and focused on a man in the corner. The man screamed as he was grabbed and Anthony Hopkins the Dragon flew up with him knocking us all back over again. The mans screams echoed down the walls and a shudder ran up my spine. It was time to get out of here.
After looking around for a while I stopped at a pile of rocks. It looked an awful lot like a cave in and I started to move them out of the way. Others soon followed and we had a line bringing rocks off the pile. This was soon interrupted by a bone crunching thud as a body fell from up above onto another man. They both lay dead. The diggers moved faster.
We could see light from a crack when Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and grabbed another person. We where almost there! Finally a hole big enough for everyone was made and we started to crawl through. There were only a few people to come after me and I was climbing out of the hole when I heard the familiar whoosh. Looking back I grabbed the hands of the guy behind me and tried to pull him through. It was useless though as the man screamed and was pulled back into the room. Then I saw Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's eye look through the hole at me. I glared at it for a while and then I heard his laugh and his wings whoosh.
There was a tunnel that led to the side of the volcano and we all ran as fast as we could away from it. We made it to the edge of the city and standing on a hill we all cheered. There were hugs and high-fives all around. Then I was next to her and we were looking into each others eyes. I smiled and she smiled and I moved my head in. Her eyes fluttered and right as we were about to kiss a large claw wrapped around her, then a great whoosh knocked me back and I saw her in Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's claws flying back to his volcano. His laughter and her screams pushed me over the edge. I screamed NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!. Before falling to my knees and hitting the ground.
I was about to give up when I saw an advertisement on a billboard. It was for a battle balloon. I had promised to save her and that is what I was going to do. So quickly gathering all of the men I could I headed to the store and put a down payment on the best Balloon they had. We all piled into the balloon and every man took up a battle position. There were harpoons, nets, Gatling guns and rocket launchers. I got behind the wheel and noticed how it was pretty much a hybrid of a ship and blimp. It didn't matter we were going to kill Anthony Hopkins the Dragon and I was going to save her.
As the balloon rose into the clouds the sun was setting right in front of us. As we broke through the clouds I could see many other battle balloons rising up with us. And in the distance Anthony Hopkins the Dragon was perched on his Volcano with her chained to an amulet around his neck. This was going to be tricky but I had a plan.
Which I would do right after I turned of that beeping. That beeping that wouldn't stop no matter what I pressed. Then I became tired and when I opened my eyes I saw my ceiling fan... Damn.

What is this about!

I am going to just write without stopping and see where it ends up. Ready? Too bad. Go!!!!!!

Look around at the rubble. There are flames everywhere and the smoke is slowly killing you. Why is this happening? What did I ever do to cause this terrible event? I try to remember but the screams keep blocking me from trying to. The screams have stopped in reality but the echos are still bouncing around inside of me. I try to block them out but it is hopeless I doubt I will ever forget.

Was it really my fault? Can I be held responsible? I didn't want to do it but I couldn't help it. Maybe I could have resisted just a little longer and given them a chance to stop me. Their attempts were quite sad really. To think that a simple reversal would fool me into giving it all up. Of course he could have maybe tried but he doubted that he would have allowed himself to fail. He had worked hard and for that to go to waste would be terrible. Wasted work was one of the things that he hated the most in this world.

Thinking back on it he could see their faces huddled over the device so full of hope and then the desperation that came when their reversal failed. I wonder if they could anticipate their own deaths or if it was a shock. They had to have expect it after a little bit. Maybe they had seen too many movies and expected that the good guys would always prevail somehow. The Hollywood illusion of good and evil is so melodramatic and something that I have no time for. The real world is my movie screen and oh how much more real and exciting it is. So full of surprises and shocks. And the good thing is that it lasts for as long as you are breathing. Just to imagine that there are people out there who think that their lives are boring that they have to do things like drugs or other narcotics just to feel better. It simply is sad that they cant add their own spice to their lives like some of us can. It must take a real stupid sap of a person to find life boring. Not for me though.

I will always find something to keep me going. To keep me breathing. Even if it means putting my breathing on the line to do so. I can accept the risks. The real irony is that those people who I watched put their lives in danger for the good of others are the ones who should live and the ones I watched flee so hard that they put others in danger from their crazed stamped should be the ones to die. Yet they don't and the world keeps on turning. Why is there such injustice in the world. The ultimate irony is the fact that myself, being the instigator of this whole mess, would be pondering the events that transpired with a remorseful note.

Life goes on though. The world spins and turns and the sun will burn at an intensity that these people and animals will never fully comprehend. They will never fully understand their insignificance. That they are a speck on a speck moving around another speck in the rim of another dot flying away from billions of other dots all in a vast emptiness. They will continue on blowing their lives and problems and actions way out of proportion.

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Well I got interrupted. Well I noticed that the thoughts are not that in order and a little choppy. I noticed that when i started out I was just trying to figure out what was going on in my story and it really showed up in my writing. There was some confusion in my voice that I noticed. Then as I got my story a little straighter my character started to have more confidence in his voice as well as himself. I think that this is pretty interesting how when writing without really thinking about it I could write sort of how I was feeling. Of course you might read it differently so if you can comment it would be helpful.

Oh and the kind of scary part is that I wrote myself as a bomber/terrorist persona before I kind of knew why. I just hope that this isn't a type of psycho test that shows my personality and that it was just my subconscious wanting to challenge me. I also noticed that I switched from different points of views in the beginning as if trying to define my character. It might be a little confusing but I think that it has a cool schizo feel to it.

Oh and I went over and corrected all of my bad spelling but as for the grammar. Sorry but it was never really my thing.