Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: 9/5/10: It's an interstellar lifeboat, taking our remnants somewhere.

Jacob Lawrence, "Dreams No. 1," 1965 — Jacob Lawrence, *Dreams No. 1* (1965)

September 5, 2010:

It's an interstellar lifeboat, taking our remnants somewhere. Inside it's like a gigantic antique store, heaps of musty objects piled in mounds and corners, aisles cluttered, a huge rectangular concrete space like a warehouse. There's a bad man intending to hurt me: he'll ambush me with a gun. I have a Desert Eagle; we hunt each other through the clutter. I've narrowed it down, he's in a certain corner. To flush him out I kick over a pile of mirrors, paintings and bookcases, then fire unseen into the last place he could be. I jump behind a pile, but it's unnecessary: he's crawling on the ground, leaving a trail of blood. I don't want to kill you: will you surrender?