the awake night of the locust

Donald Sutherland was raping my going to sleep dream tonight. He filled it with a crude part of the Night of the Locust; the end part where he horribly stomps the shit out of this little boy. If any of you have seen the movie, you would know the exact scene, since it really concludes the movie. These are the things I find myself thinking about regularly. It is horrible really, but what really gets me is when the mob sees him doing it they take him into them and start mauling him. the look in his eyes is pure terror and such innocence that even though he just killed a little boy, that gleam makes you wanna scream "why must you kill this character?" he was such a gentle soul, a nice man who took care of the whore in the movie. Loved her, supported her and turned a blind eye to all the horrible things she has done. She was quite the character to say the least. I figured if I wrote it down it would be replaced by something more pleasant like sleep dreams rather than these swirly damn not quite asleep dreams.. that I OH so hate sometimes...