Desirous of Everything at the Same Time

Chapter Four

 I was neither a lucid dreamer nor a person who recollected the visions of their slumber easily. In order for me to be greatly affected by the images projected in my dreams, they had to either be a) related to Adeline, or b) resembled those of a wild acid trip. So, it came as no surprise that I was immediately startled awake from Devon's bed when I experienced an absolutely absurd fantasy involving Nicholas Cage with his hair tied up in a bun, wearing a black vestment and a crucifix, an AK-47 slung around his back, and a Cuban cigar dangling from his lower lip, speaking to me in Adeline's quiet, somber voice: "I'm sorry, Louis."

"Are you okay, Dude?" Devon asked as the dim light of the television screen illuminated his face.

"Yeah," I replied groggily, "I'm great."

"Cool, you woke up just in time," Devon whispered, "The Cage is about to have his revenge."

I shifted my attention to the film, where Nicholas Cage appeared to look like his incarnation in my dream, striding the main aisle of a cathedral sanctuary.

"God will have His way," Nicholas Cage's character muttered, "but not until I do."

Devon lifted his fists triumphantly and Bianca rolled her eyes annoyed.

"What brings you to the Lord's House my son," the priest asked Nicholas Cage's character in his separate compartment of the confessional.

"Well, Father," Nicholas Cage's character said, "I've come here today to do something I should have done a long time ago."

Directly after finishing his lines, Nicholas Cage's character arose from where he knelt and opened fire on the clergyman, laughing manically while discharging all of the ammunition from his rifle.

"Forgive me, Father, for I do know what I do," Nicholas Cage's character snarled, hauling his feet through the bullet shells and the wooden remains of the booth as the scene cut to black and the credits rolled.

The reaction from the audience was ultimately polarizing. Devon rose to his feet to perform what he called the "Citizen Kane Clap" while Bianca booed and hurled popcorn at the television screen.

"Wow, I'm speechless," gasped Devon. "That might have been the Cage's best worst movie since 'License to Chill,'" which was a movie where Nicholas Cage portrays an unemployed, carefree surfer and stoner who assists the San Diego Police Department loosen up potential criminal suspects by "hanging loose" with them, including taglines such as, "Good Cop/Chill Cop," and "Sometimes it takes a laid-back cop to lay down the law."

"More like 'License to Kill Myself,'" Bianca said, "Both movies are awful."

"Let's have Louis settle the dispute," Devon interjected, "What did you think of the film, man?"

"He was asleep during most of it," Bianca said, "which is really the only support my argument needs."

"The movie seemed like it was fun..." I answered deadpanned.

"Are you all right?" Bianca asked, "You don't seem, like, you want to be here."

"No, I do," I said. "I don't know, I guess my body is here, but my mind is just somewhere else." And with my condition addressed, I explained the happenings of my outing with Adeline to Bianca while Devon attentively listened as well, like I was telling him for the first time.

"Wow, that sucks," Bianca spoke indistinctly. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"No, not really," I responded.