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John said; 'I had this dream. I'll tell you about it: I'm standing in a bar with some friends and we're talking, drinking, it's Friday night and the bar is pretty full, there's loud music playing. The beer is making me feel good, but not falling-down good, and the vibe is there and all the girls look pretty. I have enough money in my pocket to keep it going like this all night so, you know, everything is fine.'

He wound down the window and took a deep breath before continuing.

'It's my round and I go to the bar and there's a huge crowd but I get served right away. As I pass out the drinks and turn back to get my own beer I brush against this girl, I mean, she brushes against me. And smiles. Real eye contact. I think to myself, "This is going to be a really good night" and if I'd woke then I would have woke up laughing. You know how it is with dreams, good dreams, part of you knows it's all fake but if you are really lucky you don't wake up. Everything works alright.

'Then this kid walks into the bar, I don't see him first, but my dream sees him or maybe I just remember it afterwards. He's just a skinny kid, wired up though, real angry looking, and in his hand he is carrying a bucket full of petrol. It sloshes about as he pushes through the crowd.

'I look up to see him standing in front of me just as he throws this bucket of petrol in my face. Next thing I'm standing in a crowd of one as everybody backs away, except the kid who is grinning at me, and I am soaked in petrol. My eyes sting as it runs down my face. It is clotting in my beer.'

John looked at me and smiled, a wry smile.

'There I am, standing alone in a puddle of flammable liquid, the stuff is seeping through my clothes; it feels clammy and scratchy. I know what is about to happen and I think to myself, "Why me? What have I done to deserve this?" Like it just isn't part of any of my plans to be burned alive in a pub on a Friday night.

'The kid reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Zippo, holds it toward me and smiles. He has nice even teeth, I notice. I think to myself, "I haven't had time to think this through and I'm not prepared. I'm not ready yet."

'I'm still waiting for my life to flash before my eyes when he snaps open the Zippo. And it fails. It won't spark. He clicks it again. It fails again. He says to me, almost apologetically, "Just hold on, Rufus, it'll work in a moment." He really concentrates on getting this thing to work.

'Then I woke up so fast. I'd wet my shorts. I was more scared than I'd ever been.'

John shrugged, played with the air vent, 'I've had this dream four times,' and then he wound down the window again, and spat into the fresh damp air.

'The first twice it was like a shock to my system, I was so upset by it, I couldn't sleep for days afterwards. The third time it happened I couldn't sleep for days before. And I was ready for it when it came. So ready. I shot out of that dream so quickly he didn't even have time to reach into his pocket.

'The last time I had the dream, I'd almost forgotten, it had been so long since the last one. I was just standing with some friends, in a pub, you know, having a really good time, and this girl brushes past me. She is wearing a thin top and no bra. I can feel her breast as it grazes past my arm and her nipple is hard even though the room is warm. She looks up and smiles at me, a really warm smile. Comfort and joy. You know, I've never met a girl I couldn't learn to dislike, but this one and me, we have this immediate depth. I can tell it's going to be a good night.

'But the kid hadn't forgot and he took me from behind, and when I turned to him the petrol was already dripping out of my hair and the girl wasn't there anymore.'

'Maybe she knew the plot,' I say to him, 'maybe she was in on it,' but he ignores me and continues:

'I can feel this liquid soaking through my t-shirt and my jeans, running down inside my underpants; following the crease of my arse and collecting behind my balls. And this time the Zippo was working, he must have got it fixed, and his hand was moving toward me with this little machine with a small blue flame coming out of it.

'As I woke up I heard a 'whoomp' sound, but that might have been my heart, or my stomach 'cos I was sick on the floor next to my bed.

'The first couple of times really pissed me off because I was so unprepared, and I hate that, the feeling of being caught out. But the last time it happened I realised that what I was really scared of was knowing that the petrol would burn me until I died, that sooner or later the Zippo would work and I would not be quick enough.'

He stopped talking and spent a few moments deep in thought.

'And then what?' I asked.

'Then I won't wake up,' he turned to face me, 'Because I can't always be fast enough, can I?'

For a moment I felt a surge of some emotion toward him but this was extinguished as his hazel eyes hooded over and a lazy serpent smile spread across his face, masking the brief show of fear.

'Let's do it then,' he said to me.

We got out of the car.

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Thats a peculiar idea, but I must say I do feel a little lost at the end. What exactly does he decide to do? Burn himself alive? Because of a dream? Id like more reasons why he feels he should do this. But shorts that short arent easy to do.

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love it

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The author does a good job of setting the scene with descriptive use of language and i can really feel what the authors dream must feel like. However, the story is very anti-climatic and nothing really seems to happen. As a STORY, it fails to deliver, but as a segment of one, it is done decently. 2/5 stars

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It seems that we are supposed to make up our own ending. Its hard for me to believe anyone having a dream like this one would have it repeatedly. I never have, but I am not a psychologist. Well written.

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I didnt like the story, or how it was written. Although, it did leave me wanting more... which I dont think a short story should really do, and the only reason it left me wanting more was because of the sense of the ending being incomplete.

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brilliant story, in three pages the writer gets you involved in an escalating threat that he is somehow trapped in, a sort of dream-cum-reality edging ever closer to him.

the end of the story seems to be this: despite what John already KNOWS will happen if he goes into a bar on a friday nite, he decides he cant live in fear of something that IS, after all, only a dream.

so he gets out the car and goes in a bar.

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The thing about this story is,we dont actually know where hes going at the end. The obvious assumption is that hes going to the bar: that hes living, or risking, the dream.

But we dont actually know.

So it seems to me that where hes going isnt important. The story isnt about the dream: it is the dream. The rest of it is just background, so you know that its a dream. And like dreams, its confusing: as much about the feeling as about the events.

Well, I could be wrong - but very nicely written all the same!

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I like this kind of Stephen King and Dean Koontz type of writing. I am confused at the end. Is his friend playing mind games on him with a warning. At the end, his friend is going to finish the job of burning him alive.

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Brilliant...simply brilliant. I think the ending is what makes the story so fasinating. What will happen? Will he burn himself? Are they just waiting for pizza? Is he going to the bar where it all goes down? I loved this one.

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either 1, they get out of the car on a friday night to chill at the bar, and John is looking past fear and recognizing that his dream is just a dream, or 2, it is all just a dream. The dream that John just explained is about to happen again, then hell wake up, and end up at that bar again on a friday night and the story will just continue. At least that makes it most interesting I think...

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Brilliant story the ending is a bit confusing. Is the ending the start of his dream again and he is about to go into the bar to see how it will go? if so its a great way of using the "And i woke up and it was all a dream" ending without saying it. Great work!!

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If the ending of the story was the beginning of Johns dream, then wouldnt the story have to have been from /Johns/ POV? Its a good story overall, its just the ending thats a little unsatisfying.

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Was really into this and for some reason felt shocked by the ending even though I didnt understand it. Could be really good if the ending just made more sense in the context of the story. Open ending make people think, but when theyre too open they just confuse.

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I think they go to the bar as well. I reread the story looking for some clues outside of the dream. The Author mentions the car window a couple of times, but what can that mean? Good story. The reviewer who mentioned homosexuality may have been on to something. Im not an expert on dream interpretation, but being set on fire in a social setting could relate to being identified as a "flaming" homosexual publicly. Who knows.

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It has a perfect ending because the characters just move on into another episode of their life. That’s what life does anyway it never really ends for the person in it, and one moves from episode to episode. It would be nice to think that it had flow and rhythm but that’s just kidding our selves.
Ok it could be argued that it ends when yer die, but the person does not know it as ended and what went before does not matter.
Excellent piece of writing

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Story story story. Give me a break. As if novels, or short stories, even, are ABOUT stories. Consider this piece a texture, of sorts: it conjures a brilliant atmosphere, very weird, almost feels deliberately clunky in parts; such is the logic of dreams.

Its not really concerned with telling a story. It starts somewhere in the middle of a conversation, the beginning of a dream, and ends at the end of the conversation but the MIDDLE of the dream. Its deceptively complex, with person A telling person B a dream, and then person B telling us what person A is telling him. I love that kind of stuff.

Its easy to intellectualise all this kind of stuff with claims of "a man coming to terms with his own bisexuality", which I thought was hilarious, but where Im from (a state of mind more than a place), words and words form language, not story.

And this is in the language of dreams.

- GWENT JYKMEL

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This story depends upon the shock value of being burned alive. To begin with its just a recurring nightmare, and we never learn who the kid with the bucket of petrol is or what his relationship to the narrator might be, unless perhaps the kid IS the narrator. Like many nightmares, its probably about something other than a meaningless attack by a sadistic stranger. It may be about self-destructive impulses; only the author knows for sure. Like many of those who have commented, I would have liked a few clues as to what Ross intended. But whatever the storys meaning, it certainly is one I wont soon forget.
R. Kirby, Calif.

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good story. i reckon the ending is open and thats what makes it good. its one of those stories that makes you want to read it over and over, and find some clues; even though they arent really there. Great stuff.

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I loved this story,especially the way it is written.
But the ending did confuse me a lot! was it that they were going to the bar and the friend whom he told the dream to going to do exactly what the friend thought? or was the friend just going to kill him instead of him coming to the horrible end in the dream?? or was it just not meant to be anything like this?? please explain!!

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i think the writer got carried away by the time he reached its end, the beginning is really good, vivid and picturisqe....writer knew what he wanted to end with but left more than required for readers imagination

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John went back to the bar with his friend, so this time he can be quick enough to capture the guy (he knows his friend is homosexual, but he wants to be sure of it). "I felt a surge of some emotion toward him...show of fear". fear from his friend.
His friend is the individual who is in love with John & wants to burn him because he cant get Johns love because he is not homosexual.
Life is cural. lesson "majority gets hurt by someone who is closer to them"

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Ive been coming back to this periodically to see what responses people were coming up with, and am amused by the homosexual label. "Its mysterious and abstract so must be about homosexuality" or "Dreams explore anxiety and therefore, since it is a man, it is about being gay".

If only they were written as bluntly as that, I might not mind so much. But its like youre trying to extract something from a piece which might not necessarily be there.

This kind of writing DOES invite and encourage readers to ask questions and say or suggest what it might mean, but in doing so, a lot of people here are overlooking, or neglecting, what the story might mean to them. By that I mean how it affected you personally. What worked, what didnt work. What, for example, is confusing about the end?

Ive nothing against peoples opinions, but elaborations are essential in order to convey with conviction... or to validate the opinion, perhaps?

As it is, this response board is drowning in buzz-phrases that not even the writers of them understand.

As for ZIPPO itself, like I said earlier, I like it.

- GWENT JYKMEL

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In all honesty, I see this more as a character draft than a good story. Sure, theres the story within a story --the dream within the conversation of the dream. But the conversation about the dream is not a good story --its just not interesting. Now, if something was tacked onto the end, a great story could be developed.

Anyway, I loved the character and he had a really strong voice. I thought he was excellent.

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Very nice story. I think the ending is simply meant to be confusing and nothing more. The author is just trying to get you thinking and talking, which hes obviously succeeded in doing. To me its just too vague to speculate about.

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I see no coherent point to this. The ending forms no conclusion, nor is there a clear jumping off point from which to interpret the events and extrapolate what might next occur. This is stupid tripe desperately yelling out "help, someone interpret me and give me meaning, validate me". Trouble is, there is nothing here to validate. In order for us to applaud, the writers left hand must be in motion to meet the readers waiting right. It could have been good, but who knows? Author: None of this phantom postmodernism please.

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I believe that they were going to set a building on fire for insurance purposes and the dream was a way of telling him not to do it for something bad would happen.

You know warning comes before destruction. When you are in trouble or you gotten yourselve into something that you cant get out of, God always has a way of escape for you but ultimately it is your choice.

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Overall, this story was not successful. There are elements in it that were: the imagery, the emotional conveyed through verbiage, the flow of the story.

But the perspective of the story really through me off. Its written in a third person perspective, but the main characters friend is telling the dream. There is so much dialogue from this friend - speaking in first person, of course - that it gives the story a first person feel.

This is most confusing in the end when the two get out of the truck. I think this could be vastly improved if its told from the perspective of the guy who had the dream.

I must say, though, that I loved the imagery: very good. I also loved how the dream changed slightly each time it was relayed. That gives it an element of realism and a sense that the dreamer was trying to change it.

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