[Dixon was already almost asleep when the sound of nature came in to drag him under. He had his forehead pressed against the car window, dribbling saliva slightly over his lower lip as he drifted between "conscious, uncertain and queasy" to "asleep and able to ignore the hangover and moral conundrums" in Mildred's car. Then he's dreaming and falling, dreaming and falling, not noticing anything unusual about this particular dream aside from the long and confusing string of whispered directions.
The voice tells him he's about to be lost and find other lost people and even in sleep, Dixon huffs a laugh, because if that ain't so on-the-nose even he's got to pick it up...]
The hell...?
[Even a kid as catastrophically opposed to books as young Dixon was knows the lion, the tin-man and the scarecrow. He blinks and wipes the drool away from the corner of his mouth, squinting through all the sunlight reflecting off the ruins. He tries to pick through his drowsy mind for a few threads to tie into a coherent idea of what the hell is going on.
The only thing that makes sense is if they pulled over here on their way through Kansas, but he doesn't see the car anywhere. Instead, when he sits up, he feels one arm weighed down by something strapped to it - a golden shield with an oversized Ebbing Police Department insignia.
Dixon rubs his face and staggers to his feet, shaking his arm to try to wake it up where it's gone tingly from the weight of the shield.]
We pull over at one of those Kansas tourist traps, Mrs. Hayes? Mrs. Hayes? Where the fuck did you go off to? Why're we out here at a...[he gestures at the frozen tin-man] tourist trap for the goddamn Wizard of Oz?
JASON DIXON | THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI SPOILERS
The voice tells him he's about to be lost and find other lost people and even in sleep, Dixon huffs a laugh, because if that ain't so on-the-nose even he's got to pick it up...]
The hell...?
[Even a kid as catastrophically opposed to books as young Dixon was knows the lion, the tin-man and the scarecrow. He blinks and wipes the drool away from the corner of his mouth, squinting through all the sunlight reflecting off the ruins. He tries to pick through his drowsy mind for a few threads to tie into a coherent idea of what the hell is going on.
The only thing that makes sense is if they pulled over here on their way through Kansas, but he doesn't see the car anywhere. Instead, when he sits up, he feels one arm weighed down by something strapped to it - a golden shield with an oversized Ebbing Police Department insignia.
Dixon rubs his face and staggers to his feet, shaking his arm to try to wake it up where it's gone tingly from the weight of the shield.]
We pull over at one of those Kansas tourist traps, Mrs. Hayes? Mrs. Hayes? Where the fuck did you go off to? Why're we out here at a...[he gestures at the frozen tin-man] tourist trap for the goddamn Wizard of Oz?