I dreamed I was dressed up as some kind of Goth or Emo person and I was spending time hanging out at shopping malls. There was a lot of hesitation among members of the Goth / Emo community because of a practice known as “slotting.” People were doing it to anyone who looked Goth or Emo.
Basically, they would take a box cutter and insert only the exposed, razor-sharp triangle about two inches above the belt line and about two inches to the left of the backbone. This would cause the Goth to “bleed out” and die about 25% of the time, without realizing it. I kept getting “slotted” over and over again, eventually collapsing next to my brother who was desperately trying to help me. (He wasn’t Goth.) Eventually we found out that a majority of the non-Goth, non-Emo teenagers were doing this to us. We had a giant list of people’s names we had captured from one of the ringleaders of all the people who had been “slotting.” However Mall Security wouldn’t do anything.
There was a concert going on where Thom Yorke was performing. I called out to him, asking why he didn’t do anything about “slotting” and didn’t anybody care to help us? He was very sarcastic about it, yelling back, “What do you expect me to do?” I decided to take matters into my own hands. I figured if I were to “slot” Thom Yorke finally somebody would do something about it. I remember standing behind him gripping the boxcutter tightly, unable to do anything because of cowardice.
Eventually this “slotting” received a lot of media attention and police started doing massive spot checks of every teenager in the mall, to see if they were carrying box cutters. I remember eagerly submitting to the police search just on the off chance that this practice could be stopped. However the punishment for carrying a box cutter was so lenient, it had almost no effect. They would confiscate the box cutter and put the teenager through some type of counseling. I remember trying to develop some type of anti-slotting waist band or something just before I woke up.