Episode 1 : Jeremy - Dream

As Jeremy closed his eyes a he was pulled into a deep sleep. It only took a moment for him to be in a dream. Jeremy could tell he was in a dream because when he opened his eyes he was no longer in the car with his family. Instead he seemed to be standing in the middle of a dirt road. As he looked around he saw a saloon called The OK corral to his left. A water trough was just outside the saloon , and a handful of horses were tied up to the saloon post. He could hear the lapping of the water as the horses as they drank from the trough.

This dream was vivid. The sun was hot, blaring down from high noon. He could feel a breeze brush past, a tingle moving across his skin. Jeremy looked down at his body. He was taller, and dressed in old west garb. A bulky belt hung from his waste, a Colt Peace Maker in the belt's holster.

"No way!" Jeremy whispered. He was startled by his own voice. It wasn't the boyish voice he was used to. This was a man's voice. A grizzled man's voice.

Jeremy looked down at his hands. They were so weathered by the storm they looked like leather.

As he stood there he noticed a crowd forming around him. Shop owners and towns people lined the streets. They were looking at him. He hadn't noticed until just now, but another man stood about 30 yards up the road from him. He too wore a pistol on his hip. Dressed like an old west cowboy, the man stood there looking directly at him.

As if waiting for something the cowboy stood there, his hand resting a few inches from his pistol.

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Fear struck Jeremy as the cowboy stared him down. Slowly he raised his hands above his head.

"Listen!" Jeremy shouted, a tremble in his voice. "I am not sure how I ended up here. Perhaps we can talk this out?"

The man stood there in silence, his hand still at the ready. Another man spoke to Jeremy's right. "The time for talking is over son. If neither of you draw by the time the town clock strikes noon, that man will draw his pistol and shoot you dead." He stood in front of a shop called The old Pine box. He was wearing a black suite, and a black top hat with measuring tape draped over his shoulder.

As if Jeremy hadn't already figured out he was in a tricky situation.

"I need to get out of here!" Jeremy thought to himself. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pistol fall to the ground. Unarmed he slowly raised his arms and side stepped to the side of the road towards the crowd. As he neared the spectators, a man in the crowd steeped forward pistol in hand.

"Where do you think you are going coward?" the man said, brandishing his pistol.

"I .. uh ... just realized I left the gun I use for standoffs in my saddle." Jeremy replied in his best spaghetti western accent.

The man's mustache moved from side to side and his forehead furrowed. A moment later leveled his pistol back on Jeremy, seemingly unconvinced. "Either you go back, or I shoot you dead right here and now!"

"Alright!" Jeremy shouted, frustrated with his lack of choice. Turning from the crowd he walked back to his belt, which still lay in the middle of the road.

"Lets do this!" he whispered to himself, a grin spreading across his face. Standing there in a spaghetti western Mexican standoff Jeremy eyed his opponent. He lowered his hand just above the grip of his pistol.

The sun beat down on them casting small shadows between their feet. A tumble weed rolled into town, and down the dirt road between Jeremy and his opponent. The Two men locked eyes as the tumble weed slowly rolled by.

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Jeremy pulled his pistol with great speed, just like he saw from the movie last night. He leveled his sights over the center mass of the cowboy in front of him. As he did this he squeezed the trigger, a loud shot echoed from the barrel. He heard a second bang, followed by a punch to his shoulder. As he felt the blood begin to flow down his body he looked up at his target. The cowboy lay motionless in the dirt, a pool of blood pooling around his corpse.

The pain in Jeremy's arm was getting worse. A wave of pain began to overtake him, forcing him to drop to his knees. Jeremy's vision began to wane, waves of pain causing his vision to fade to black.

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Jeremy pulled his pistol with great speed, just like he saw from the movie last night. He leveled his sights over the center mass of the cowboy in front of him. He heard a loud bang echo from his opponents barrel, which was pointed directly at him. A moment later Jeremy felt as if he was punched in the chest by Bruce Lee. As the pain grew Jeremy squeezed the trigger, another loud bang echoed, this time from his barrel. As he felt the blood begin to pool around his chest he looked up at his target. The cowboy was hunched over, holding his arm. Still on his feet he raised his barrel towards Jeremy, ready for a second shot.

The pain in Jeremy's chest was more than he could bare. A third bang entered the air, but Jeremy had already fallen to the ground missing the second shot. As Jeremy lay on his back looking up at the sky his vision began to wane, waves of Paine causing his vision to fade to black.

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