I guess it was only a matter of time until constantly reading about grotesque murders in Detective Conan comics brought some horror into my dreams.
Last night I dreamed I was watching some TV show where the people who owned a particular bar pretty much owned the town they lived in. In the particular scene I was watching, they were trying to hire a media producer to create videos.
“I want to do ballads,” he said, but he was informed that he would not be doing ballads. I think he decided that he could handle doing whatever they wanted, as the pay was something like $450,000 a year.
The place was apparently called Hyde Bar (so said the menu board over the bar) and you could get a newspaper there for $1.75.
The trouble started when the sheriff showed up and started interfering with whatever it was the owner wanted to do. He got beaten up and shoved into this room where a band was playing really loud rock music. Later someone else pissed the owners off too.
The final scene involved seeing three purple, decaying bodies–which I knew belonged to the people who’d tried to interfere, the two I’d seen and someone else–strapped to the wall of a dungeon, with a spooky harpsichord melody that I think came from Prisoner of Azkaban. One of the bodies was missing a leg, which was attached to its own horizontal pole. The way the bodies were strung up in various positions made them look like trophies.
That’s when I woke up.