I waited in the customs line at a desert middle-of-nowhere airport, Egypt. Terrorists with guns stood behind me and ahead of me. It was an anxious scene, one of fleeing the country because of a serious crime.
We were going to get caught!
A man in line, scared like the rest of us, started shooting, killing everyone in sight. He soon turned into a little white girl, still in delight of this brutal violence. The girl jumped about, machine guns blazing now, overt, bullet riddled bodies bleeding all over the scene. It was the opening credits to Hennessy Tyler EST. 1985.
When I realized I was in a movie theatre I woke up.