You know, most of the time, I don’t remember my dreams, but last night was one worth remembering and writing down. Let’s say the guy’s name is Vin and the girl’s name is Elizabeth (I don’t know anyone named those two so it’s convenient for me). They live in a town much like the one in the movie open range (with horses and townspeople helping everyone build their own houses and barns), but in today’s time. They’re high school sweethearts and one day before they go their separate ways to different colleges, they decide to have sex. A decade or so later, the man returns. I’m his friend and I had stayed back with the town folks because I wasn’t smart enough to make it out like he did. So I am one of the happiest guys in town to welcome him back. I know that Elizabeth bore his son after he left, but I didn’t tell him. They meet and become friends again in an instant, as if time had no meaning. While he’s in town, he becomes sick and takes himself to a doctor. The doctor talks to him about random things first, and things lead into Elizabeth. Later, it becomes evident that the doctor had a crush on Elizabeth when he was young and was devastated that she decided to have someone else’s son when she should have (given her financial circumstances) and could have aborted. He then says that it’s Vin’s fault and applies antibacterial shit, on top of his head. Vin then sees the doctor taking out a long needle, puts the two and two together, and rushes him. The fight turns into a heated grapple, but the doctor overpowers him in the end, and needles the top of his head which almost instantly makes Vin brain-dead. He applies one more needle for insurance. Vin becomes a vegetable. Vin is hospitalized but no one can speculate that it’s the doctor’s fault. After all, his track record is pretty solid. There is no reason to question him. And Vin was an outsider now, maybe someone else did this to him. Elizabeth is stunned and visits him with their son and tells him his son’s name: Vin. The doctor, who comforted Elizabeth in, sees this, and is also stunned in return. The man made her pregnant and left, and it was painful for everyone in town to watch this young lady grow up, tending to her own son before her teenage years were even over. And still she was loyal to this outsider. Bad weather is approaching the town, the worst one in decades. Townspeople decide by majority to evacuate the town for a couple weeks and let the storm pass. It is already starting to drizzle rain when they are taking off on horseback. Elizabeth, with her son, is also on horseback when she is finally overtaken by her hardships and Vin’s unfortunate tragedy and faints. The townspeople rush to her aid and call for the town’s doctor. She has regained some consciousness but is not speaking. The doctor rushes to her aid, takes out his medicine bag, dips a needle in a bottle, and applies it to Elizabeth. Just as he is starting to apply it, she begins to painstakenly speak in an understandable manner. But after the needle is applied, she tips her head in one direction and faints. She breathes low. The townspeople then realize that it’s the doctor that turned Vin into the vegetable and pin him down. They beat him up and ask him for an antidote. He is in a bad shape, so when he tells them that it’s a mix of milk and water, they believe him and manually feed it it to Elizabeth. She dies. The townsmen are petrified and kill the doctor. The boy Vin, is watching this on horseback, and everything fades and zooms out as each townsmen turn their heads to the boy, who now has a father turned into vegetable and a dead mother, killed by jealousy. The rain continues to fall dangerously harder and harder as the town is stunned by the turn of events and await for their destiny to unfold in the rain.
In other news, I decided to pick up my violin again yesterday. Unfortunately, when I opened the case, the bow was eaten up by the bugs that made the case their home after I hadn’t used it for 2 years due to Iraqi Freedom and what not. So after stopping by two music stores that just didn’t have bows in stock or bows at all, I finally found this store called ifshin’s on University and McGee. So now with my practice mute, my new bow and new strings and new rosin, I hope to pick up this instrument again that I’ve neglected out of choice late in high school.