GERMAN CINEMA - A DREAM

i leave the screening.  
fat guy wears a big tache / huge backpack strapped to his back / lays on the floor in the way.  
his coat is a thick parka / spread across the popcorn carpet.  
i kick it out the way / i'm angry.  
my foot is caught in the lining / i get crosser.  
kick it back at him / clumsy / dont like being clumsy.  
get crosser.
YOU'LL HAVE TO APOLOGISDE TO MY MUM FOR THAT for that he says / looks up at me with disinterested eyes.  
NO i say I'LL APOLOGISE TO YOU, FOR YOU BEING A DICK !

from crunchwear.com

i leave him.  
i walk into the next screening.  
i have a flask and a torch shaped like a big worn bolt / dried and old furniture glue clogs the thread.  
i have something else too / its important / nebulus and lost.  

from andywebber.com

i take a seat / fat tache man lays down at the back / face to the floor. 
i keep a wary eye on him.  
i pour a cup of whatever into the flash cup and deliver it to someone near the front / they are thirsty.  
i come back and cant find my flask.  
i search with my bolt torch / flask gone / i suspect fat tache guy with backpack.  

from uttings.co.uk

everyone is on smart phones.  
it seems you can choose the film / some sort of vote.  
i stay uninvolved and the feature starts . . .  

then the screen is taken over !
confusion ensues.  
some re-edited banned propaganda from Germany comes on.  
i laugh cos it has silly cartoon figures drawn on the frames / women in bikinis / dancing.  
a bald guy gets angry / gets in my face / says DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE LAUGHING AT HERE ? HOW OFFENSIVE IT IS TO LAUGH ? 
i say NO, CARTOON TICKLED ME IS ALL.  YOU DICK.

from emptyness.org

everyone is hushed / there is a threat / a bomb or gas threat.  
the film is screened by a terrorist. 
we are hostages in a hijacked screening room.  

someone from the audience appears on the screen over the cartoon frames.  
we realise there is a camera here / the bomb or the gas is here. we find the woman on the screen in her seat shocked and track back for the camera.  
i go straight to THE fat tache man with the huge bag.  
he is gone / his bag remains.  

we search on.  
i use my bolt torch / the cartoon propaganda continues.  
we see it ! its a plastic santa on a skateboard.  
got a camera in his hat / gas cylinders on his back - start to hiss !

from startrinbune.com

panic.  

i run for the exit doors / double doors / not locked / assumed they would be.
i push them open / more double doors right there / push them too.
more doors.  
more doors.  
all different.
all double doors.  
more doors.
so close they open on to each other and i think it all will jam up.
it doesnt.
i keep going / at the head of the rush / maybe fifty sets of doors ?  

from immasmartypants.blogspot

we get thru into a corridor like a hospital.  
we walk warily thru and out into a car park.  
a German armoured car sit there and a guy in armour approaches with a flame thrower.  

he burns some people / turns to me / i sit down / calm / look up the sky.  
the clouds / lovely clouds.  
i close my eyes.  

from warwheels.net

he doesnt burn me / WELL DONE FELLA he says YOU MAY LIVE.  
i congratulate him on setting up so many double doors all in a row like that.  
SHOWS DEDICATION AND PLANNING i say.  
his armoured mask looks like K9.

from tardis.wikia.com

he walks away.