Outline for 3 Chpaters from a dream.

I. Charlie Plug The Outlaw Hippie
II.Seize The Day
III. Aftermath

Maybe eventually: Revenge On Charlie Plug


Dream: A band of outlaw hippies have taken over a town that is more like a college campus set in a holler. The town is set above with nice old houses just above on hills and as you go further up the houses become more modest until you reach the highest hills where there are, sparsely laid, some dilapidated cabins. The town has a cafe, a meeting house, an old livery with wagons from settler times, a bar and a gym. The town decided to rid themselves of the outlaw hippies by simply asking them to leave. They made out like they would, that they were sick of the town anyway, and started hanging out in the livery and the bar only. The hippies had cooked up there own plan of ridding themselves of the towns people by killing them all. They amassed some artillery and drew a line in the sand. If you were indifferent, this meant you sided with the towns people and were marked for death. They had cleverly rigged up a wagon full of munitions so that if you lit a fuse it would start shouting randomly both in direction and in time. One of the hippies, we'll call him Angus, got too anxious and lit the fuse before the order was given, so this took everybody by surprise. Even some of the hippies were killed by stray bullets. The leader of the hippies (we'll call him Charlie Plug) was angry that this happened but mobilized his people and got ready for the killing parade. So the wagon starts shooting and people start dropping like flies. It kills indiscriminately. The towns people who survive meet in the gym where the walls are concrete, but even in there the bullets ricochet and and people are falling down the steps with bullets in there backs. The sad and scary thing is that it kills children who, as they are dying look completely confused as to why they are being killed. Some bullets are projected from the wagon without actually being fired, so we are able to open them up and take out the gun powder and make a bomb, but as we are just getting the bomb ready, the hippies come riding along on police scooters picking people off and they kill the man (we'll call him Scotty) who is holding the bomb ready to be ignited, so I have to hide even though I'm one of the indifferent ones who, on many an occasion, had hung out amiably with the hippies. I decide, even though it is not a very good place, and I will surely be killed, that a bathtub, half filled with water behind some shower curtains is the best I can do when I hear their footsteps in the locker room, knowing that for sure I will be killed.