Down and Out in OZ

OUAT is like an abusive lover.  It breaks your heart weekly but you stick around because the sex is soooooooo GOOD.  

Oh Me G.

Meghan Ory (aka Ruby/Red!) came into Starbucks today.  She was wearing big sunglasses but I immediately knew it was her.  My coworker asked for her name and we both said “Meghan” at the same time!  She knew that I knew and smiled.  I must have turned bright red.

After finishing her order I revealed, “I am so excited for the finale by the way”.

Her face lit up and she told me “I actually just got back from filming two days ago.  You are going to DIE”. 

“Oh my God!”  I declared.  And she laughed and walked off.

So surreal!  Definitely can’t wait for the finale!  P.S.  she is SO petite in person.  Adorbs!

Oh no.  Based on what has been revealed on the season finale, how it is shocking, will knock everyone’s socks off, and Jane Epenson’s interview where she remarks something about Jefferson possibly being someone else…

I THINK THE CURSE WILL RESTART.

Everyone will become new people and resume new lives.  Jefferson and Sheriff Graham could come back as new people.  My head.  I can’t.  Please don’t let this happen, the fandom will have heart attacks and DIE.

For whatever reason, my dreams are both highly detailed and realistic.  Well, realistic in a sense that what I am seeing and experiences comes pretty damn close to my waking reality.  

Last night I had one of my usual bizarre dreams, but this time I was omnipresent, meaning I knew what was happening around me was neither real nor sensical.  Did that mean I knew I was dreaming?  Hell no.  It was too damn real!

Anyways, as with every dream, I have no idea how it started or what I was doing, but I found myself at a near futuristic shopping center that looked a great deal like the Grove or Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica.  As I was touring this strange, yet familiar place, I saw a massive Cinema (AMC?  Regal?)  That was basically vacant.  Not a person or thing was going in or out.

So, naturally, I entered the ominous building.  The lobby had to have been one of the largest cinema entrances I have ever seen.  Girthy marble pillars rose high into the rafters.  Chrome and gold were everywhere.  It was like the 30’s and the future had violent birthday sex and spewed all over this place.  I went over to the concession stand and asked what was going on.  The faceless person told me they were preparing for an all night horror fest and they would open at later.  Literally, this person told me “At later”.   Stupid subconscious.  

For whatever reason I remember walking through the entry into the theater corridors.  Like with most theaters, I could hear the faint echoes of movies playing; the aerie explosions and screams from other worlds just behind those theater doors.  I didn’t recognize any of the titles listed beside the doors, and I couldn’t tell you a single one as I don’t remember.

I entered one theater (which was empty, save a small group of pre-teen girls, seemingly led by a bratty red-head.  The movie that was playing was some slasher flick I had never seen before.  It was like some amalgamation of every great slasher flick:  Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Scream.  A masked killer was stalking through a dark forest, which drastically changed into a suburban neighborhood.  He was stalking a group of pre teen girls.  I quickly realizes the girls on the screen were the same as the ones in the theater.  I sat down, perplexed and slightly freaked out.  The masked killer on the screen grabbed one of the girls and shoved a long machete through her torso.

Suddenly, the same girl sitting in the theater lurched forward, screaming, and a spray of blood shot out at the same spot she was stabbed in the movie.  The other girls screamed and ran for the exit.  I don’t remember what happened after that, I just remember seeing the masked killer jump OFF THE SCREEN AND INTO THE THEATER.  I also remember me running through the labyrinth-esque cinema trying to find the exit.  I ran up a flight of stairs and found myself on the employee only level.  I made my way to an office.

Once inside the office, I bumped into the Cinema owner, who told me we are being sacrificed to the movie gods and I need to “Kindly return to a cinema, any cinema, and remain seated.”  Obviously I didn’t head his command and ran out of the office yelling.  I found a men’s bathroom and hid in a shower, cause, ya know, they have showers.  It was quiet for a long time (maybe 3 min), then I started hearing a strange tinny noise coming from the drain at my feet.  If you know what this could possibly mean, then you could summise I was FROZEN WITH FEAR AND COULDN’T RUN AWAY CAUSE I WAS FROZEN.  WITH.  FEAR.

Then the gargly laughter came.  The strange circus music.  And his white gloved finger reached through the grate and touched my feet.  I SCREAMED and lunged out of the way.

“Hello Drew.  Wanna come down here and float with us?”  He said as his horrendous looking head poked up through the grate.  His bloodshot, dead eyes staring me down.  He looked like a corspe being operated like a puppet.  And he smelled HORRIBLE.

What happened next cannot be explained with words, so I’ll try my best.  I tried to run so hard I ended up floating.  Yes, floating.  Not flying, not hovering, but floating, as if I were swimming through water.  I was literally clawing my way out of the bathroom via the walls and ceiling.  I don’t think I touched the ground once.  And as I was doing this, sewage water was pouring out from the men’s bathroom.  Fucker was flooding the place with shit.

I finally made it to the stairs and gravity suddenly returned to my body.  I fell down the stairs and didn’t mind at all.  I actually forced my fall to help me escape faster.  Once at the bottom, I found myself back at the corridor of theater doors, all of which were open.  As I ran past each one, I saw various horrors and killers popping off the screen and attacking the small audiences.  Chainsaws flying into the crowd as if it were a 3d movie, A poor-man’s Freddy Kruger slicing through the screen and going through a group of frat guys like they were confetti.  People were running, children were crying.  Utter chaos.  

I ran out into the lobby and caught sight of the exit doors.  They looked so far away but I ran as fast as I could.  Behind me, the horrors from the theaters were approaching.  The screaming of victims was being washed out by the guttural, disturbingly sexual groans and laughter from the dangerous ones.  I ran to the doors and threw myself at them, burting through the glass and out into the veranda of the shopping center.  People all around me looked strangely at me.  Did they not know this type of event was going down?  Don’t they want to help me?  I would never know because I just sat there, covered in glass, screaming at them to help me.  

This whole ordeal really helped me understand fight of flight response and the true horrors of actually surviving an event and no one really understanding you.  I shall use this in my script!  Thanks for reading.

OMG.  OF COURSE THEY END THE EPISODE ON THAT, THE BIGGEST “WTF” IN THE SERIES’ HISTORY.  I CAN’T WAIT 3 WEEKS AHHHHHHH