Dream CXXVIII

I had to go to a bank to upgrade the ATM software.  I knew there was a branch in a small town nearby, so my friend Tom and I drove there in his truck.

In the bank, I saw that the main ATM was out in the open.  I knew I wouldn't be able to work on it, since the customers would interrupt me constantly so they could do their banking.  Fortunately one of the private offices had another ATM in it, so I signed in and started a backup of the system. 

Tom and I then went for a walk along the street.  After only a couple of blocks, we were in the countryside.  There was a half-completed bridge on the left that went out over a spectacularly beautiful landscape.  I wish I had my camera, I thought to myself, but then remembered that my camera was back in the car. 

Tom and some others were looking at the formations by the right side of the road.  "You should see these," he said and I saw that they weren't part of the hillside, but built up of cardboard boxes carefully covered in realistic plant drawings.  "I'll take a closer look when I get back with the camera," I told Tom, and started walking back to the truck.

I noticed that walking back through the tall grass was very difficult, so I looked down and saw that my cat had wrapped herself around my right leg.  I carefully got back on the sidewalk, and when I got to the truck, I put her in it.  Tom had come back as well, and he grinned and pointed to the cat. 

I turned to go back into the bank.  Walking up the steps were a very young Norman Bates and Mrs. Voorhees, from Friday the 13th.  I walked behind them, careful not to make any sound that would have them turn around and attack me.

I saw over their shoulder that the ATM screen was black, meaning the backup had completed and the system was ready to be loaded.  But that meant no one could get cash from the ATM.  So Mrs. Voorhees went into the teller area to complain. 

I ducked into the office and started the upgrade, then went back out to see what was happening in the teller area.  Mrs. Voorhees had already killed a few people, and she saw me.  She raised her knife.

I tried to find something I could use as a bludgeon, but I hastilly grabbed a small stool and knew it would be inadequate.  Mrs. Voorhees laughed when I hit her with it.  "Did you think that would do any good?" she said.   She raised her knife again.