Mines Of The Dead

I can't get to sleep and I've been thinking about disturbing dreams I've been having for some time now, and it has occurred to me that, although a brief and partially unexplainable one, about a week ago, I had another rather odd dream that was very similar to a section in the Giant Metal Tortoise dream.

The dream was meant as a film trailer, I guess, and in my mind, the film, Mines of the Dead, was originally by Quentin Tarantino. Being himself, I wouldn't put a film called "Mines of the Dead" past the director. The first thing I really remember is that dream was set in a small house on the beach. The house itself was one large room, with large windows on all four walls, glass doors, and big arched panes up above everything. There were big, flowing satin curtains, if I remember correctly. Looking out eastward from the house, you could see the ocean just 30 feet away or so. The moon was out, lighting everything (it was night time, midnight).

A gang of six or seven thugs hold shotguns to a black man and his wife. The man is in a tuxedo, short hair, not too dark. His wife wears a long purple dress, sort of dressed like she's from the Supremes, her hair done in a fashion similar to the way Barack Obama's wife's hair is done. It appears that the two have been at a lavish dinner party, I believe their own -- the husband's tie is undone and hangs around his neck. A single, ultra-bright flashlight spotlights the two of them. Behind them, six feet or so, is a drop-entrance to the mines (I don't know why it's located on a beach, inside a super-nice one room house, either).

The man holding his shotgun directly at the two starts hasseling the husband about something in the mines, asking him questions and losing his patience when the rich man answers meekly, or with an "I don't know." Frustrated, he orders one of his thugs to pulls the wife out into the centre of the room, and she becomes the target of his shotgun. She stands, nervous and crying, bawling for help from her husband. The man holding his shotgun at her, who she cannot see due to the bright glare from the flashlight, taunts her, yelling in short bursts after periods of quiet teasing, causing the woman to panic and jump, terrified of being shot. The husband looks on, helplessly. After a moment of terse dialogue between she and hostile man, the wife seems assured that she will not be shot. As she wipes her tears away, she brings her right hand up from her face, moving her hair out of her eyes. As she does this, the man holding the shot gun fires and the wife, out of surprise, jerks her hand, still clasping a clump of her hair, and rips an entire chunk or her scalp off. It turns out, however, that the hostile man shot at the floor in front of her. He yells "Fooled ya," as he and his fellows begin to laugh heartily amongst themselves. The woman, still holding her clump of hair and scalp, blood running down her forehead from the now barren spot, laughs along with them, emotionally drained and tired enough to want to believe that she's going to be alright afterall. As she laughs, another shot gun report sounds off and the woman's chest explodes with blood.

The "shot" changes to an overhead view as the shotgun blast sprays the wife's blood all over the floor and her husbands face, the force of the blast so strong that it picks the woman up off the ground, all the while she screaming bloody murder, and throws her across the room, down through the chute that leads into the mines. You can hear the woman screaming all the way down the mine until a sudden "URGH" as she explodes against the bottom in pitch black.

As the camera changes to the husband's grim expression, the title of the film flashes over the scene, "MINES OF THE DEAD" in a very 1970s fashion. That's when my dream ended.