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Mom and Dad were out of town at a lawyer event last week, at one of those high-rise beachfront hotels that slightly resemble Cloud City from Star Wars, except with a thin film of wet gray sand on every surface below knee level. I dreamed that it had a Wolfman imprisoned in the basement.
The guests all knew about the Wolfman - maybe he was some sort of feature they advertised? Mom and Dad knew. I wasn't a guest, but was there for some reason, and I went down to talk to him. He seemed pretty all right for a Wolfman, just really sarcastic. I could think of no reason not to free him. Wandering the beach at that very moment were much more morally objectionable individuals, some of them even conservative officeholders, and no one had been mauled out there yet.
Having opened the door to his cell, I went casually back up the elevator to Mom and Dad's room to talk to Mom, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't tell them what I'd done until I'd given him time to make his escape; the guest contract had a clause about not freeing the Wolfman. I was concerned that they might be held liable if I told them before he was too far away to be caught again.
Because I haven't been sleeping well, every once in a while over the past couple of days I wonder if he's gotten far enough away yet. Run, Wolfman. Run away.
The guests all knew about the Wolfman - maybe he was some sort of feature they advertised? Mom and Dad knew. I wasn't a guest, but was there for some reason, and I went down to talk to him. He seemed pretty all right for a Wolfman, just really sarcastic. I could think of no reason not to free him. Wandering the beach at that very moment were much more morally objectionable individuals, some of them even conservative officeholders, and no one had been mauled out there yet.
Having opened the door to his cell, I went casually back up the elevator to Mom and Dad's room to talk to Mom, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't tell them what I'd done until I'd given him time to make his escape; the guest contract had a clause about not freeing the Wolfman. I was concerned that they might be held liable if I told them before he was too far away to be caught again.
Because I haven't been sleeping well, every once in a while over the past couple of days I wonder if he's gotten far enough away yet. Run, Wolfman. Run away.
