Nightmare #10. The weathered wooden sign reading “Blood Lake” isn’t encouraging. I dart into the woods after a runaway Poodle. I trip over something – I’m falling. Hard. Train tracks. The poodle, whose name is Mother, is tied to the tracks. I’m pulling at the ropes but they aren’t budging. Train! Shit! Now I’m caught on the cow catcher at the front of a locomotive barreling through the woods. I see the poodle safe and sound above me, being cuddled by the engineer. As I frantically try to free my foot from the cow catcher, I catch a glimpse of a tunnel ahead. The train gains speed. We’re almost there. Wait – that’s not a tunnel at all – it’s Dave Mustaine’s ass! The train’s horn drowns out my cry of “Nooooooooooo!” Dave looks back and grins.
Darkness.