Demon caravan

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed we were driving along an endlessly long suspension bridge in a Jeep with a flatbed trailer. We were armed with various types of firearms, and carrying some kind of precious cargo. The caravan moved slowly along in the brittle light. Every now and again a demon car would appear and sidle up alongside us; the demons would take various guises. One time it would be the Batmobile, another time an ATV with The Artist Formerly Known as Prince as his band members riding in it. The demons would glare at us, and we would shoot at them, to little effect. Sometimes they would be blown apart, only to reassemble farther back in the distance like some shifting liquid and assume another form. Another time they would simply devour the bullets, grinning. At one point I held up a shotgun and aimed it directly at the Purple One. I pulled the trigger, and it merely clicked. The demons sped on ahead of us, laughing.