sometime in 1995 . . .
forms of the Joker
a guy who was a few years older than me was with me in a parking lot. two kids were in a car nearby.
several men approached who were sort of generic bad guys. we fought viciously with them, and the older guy was killed.
later, I was with a group of people in a pizza restaurant. a large pitcher of Coca-Cola stood in the center of the table.
somehow, we realized that it was the Joker, from Batman comics. we knew that if we allowed it to stay in one place, he would be able to change into a form that could hurt us, so someone started pouring it out, all around the room.
we were too late, it seems, as the Joker appeared in his normal form. he went berserk, attacking anyone near him as he moved around the room.
people picked up chairs and things and struck him repeatedly very hard, but he semed invulnerable. we somehow subdued him eventually, but it was unclear how.
later, I was with my family in our kitchen. there was a huge box of salad on the table. we knew that it was going to become the Joker, so we rushed to it and began to throw pieces of it around the room.
although we didn't see them move, the pieces continually reassembled in the box. someone simply grabbed the box and threw it out the back door. we immediately realized that had been a mistake.
the salad became a duplicate of our orange kitten. it walked into the kitchen and acted juat as the cat would have. I picked up a folding chair and held it over my head. I hesitated, not wanting to hurt the cat, though I knew it was the imposter.
just then, our real cat walked through the door, clearing my thoughts. I smashed the false cat witht he chair, hitting it again and again.
it flattened like a cartoon, and slowly reformed itself after every strike.
later, we were outside on the porch of a white wooden house. there were a lot of people sitting around on chairs.
Some kind of drink in a glass suddenly began to hover and floated through the air. red glowing eyes appeared on it.
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