Jedd was running through a lush, green field covered in fragrant, yellow blossoms. Each time he took a step, it seemed like he was getting lighter and lighter, almost floating into the air as he moved. At the far end of the meadow, shining like a beacon of hope, was a McDonald’s fast food restaurant. Towering Golden Arches framed the entranceway, and the enticing aroma of freshly reheated meat patties, over-salted French Fries and mechanically processed pieces of batter-covered chicken began to make his mouth water.
He was nearly there, the doors were just a few feet away…
SLAP. SLAP SLAP. SLAP!
What the hell? Is someone slapping me? dream Jedd thought, now struggling to reach the door handles that seemed to be staying just out of his grasp.
No, no! Don’t disappear! he shouted as the building began to fade into nothingness. The beautiful, safe meadow was gradually replaced by the chaotic scene on the street, and the wonderful aroma of sustenance by the nauseating stench of worm guts.
“What the hell is your problem, you asshole?” Jedd shouted at his rescuer, appearing extremely ungrateful, not noticing what he had done to treat the wounds on his arm. “I almost had my double cheeseburger…” Kikuno, extraordinarily calm considering the circumstances and explosive gunfire, was standing on the very edge of the backseat, carefully avoiding any piles of goop that had dripped from Jedd’s body.
His eyelids still very heavy, Jedd struggled against the toxins in his body in order to prop himself up and survey what had transpired since he entered dream world. The worm’s body was mangled and torn, blood, bile and slime splashing all around as it was riddled by bullets from Cyrus’ mounted gun.
In a desperate attempt to avoid further injury, it lowered its head and wildly thrashed left and right, flipping cars into the air and turning them into dangerous, giant projectiles. One vehicle flew right down an alleyway where another person, a woman, had exited from, and exploded in a cloud of smoke and orange flames. A crushed yellow taxi collided with the back of Cyrus’ Jeep, sending it careening into a pile of nearby rubble, nearly flipping it over.
Despite the jolt from the impact and increasingly searing pain in his injured arm, Jedd couldn’t resist the affect of the worm’s slime any longer, and drifted off into another deep sleep, this time snoring vulgarly as he slumped over the backseat’s headrest…
(OOC/Edit: Yes, MetalHead, that's your character nearly getting hit by an exploding car.

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