After a very late Sunday night i went to sleep at about 11am this morning, i just woke up its now 17:53. This dream was so intense and maybe noone can be bothered to read it but its a rare one as i rushed straight and told my brother about it as i woke up and now i still remember most of it.
in my dream as early on as i remember I was in my garden with mat, a friend of 15 or so years, then the newsagent came round also, a tall slim old man, balding with glasses. A loud noise zooming in from overhead i look up and say 'oh crap we're going to die' and a Eurofighter with a wingtip missing, flames streaming from the damaged area, plunges over our heads very low and fast and flies down past the trees followed by a huge explosion that shakes the earth.
I look over the wall and see a house a mile away on fire,and i can only think about getting over there to have a look, but it just too far away through fields and lakes to be bothered to start walking. Right then a horde of Ambulances and rescue vehicals are tearing down a steep road and spinning and crashing into each other at the bottom by the fire, it looks almost cartoon.
Then suddenly it all ceased to matter and I was still in the garden at some kind of party or something. I was with 3 girls and they all had the hots for me. or two of them did for sure, as we started having sex in the next door garden (which is wierd as dreams dont usualy go that far with sexual manifestations, often the sexual or romantic element being one you can taste but never really grasp before you wake up)
People were looking over the fence and just smiling and walking away, and we felt no shame. At this point it was down to 2 girls one had vanished. I had a petite brunette on the right and a big breasted blonde on the left. both were aged about 18-19 but i felt about that age again too. (last time i was not in my current relationship and able to go out on the pull was 4.5 years ago i was 19 then.)
After a while the blonde vanished also and i was left with the brunette who was quite so brave in the bedroom department as the blonde, but i was most attracted to her in all ways.
We were driving our work truck but it was bigger than our old toyota hilux pick up truck. My intention was to drive to the crash site of the jet fighter, im afraid purely to gawp at it more than a sense of helping out. We were going the wrong way though, and i asked my sweet brunette where she lived and where i was to take her.
"Oxford" she replied and we carried on up the motorway and abruptley came to the city center of Aylesbury, which means i was going the wrong way. I needed to get through a big building complex to get to the main road on the other side of it so i drove through a big door, smashing it down and found myself inside a bar packed with humanity.
I saw my exit door on the other side and carefully started driving accross the empty dance floor to get to it.
"Alright mate, look over lad" said a ragged looking man with a pipe smoke stained beard.
I agreed like a moron and promptly saw a small child laid down on the floor infront of us. I avoided it with the front wheels but the back wheels rode over its right arm and crushed it to splinters.
Ah crap, now i had to get out and speak to people. i got out of the truck and started abusing the man.
"you distracted me on purpose!"
He just smiled a wry smile and puffed on his pipe.
Thankfully the child turned out to be a cat now. but i still dont like hurting animals and i was almost in tearsfor an instant.
We got thrown out of the bar by about 6 massive black guys. One had a shotgun and as i pleaded for my truck back he shot me in the arse from point blank range. my leg didnt explode and leave my body i just got a peppering of small holes all down my thigh that really stung like a snake bite.
"ahhh.. dont shoot me im leaving! ok? im going!" i grunt as i lie on the floor beneath the shooter.
At this point i felt the incredible wave of acceptance, i could do nothing against a man with a shotgun in my face. I felt petryfied of being shot agani, yet i knew i could not stop it with all my might or courage i could muster. Total animal helplessness, and nothing i said would make them listen, total animal lack of communication, even if the tuna fish could speak the shark would not understand or care to listen.
I got shot again, in the deltoid and bicep, not to painfull. i wondered if it was loaded with salt rocks. the dust or carbon and cordite played in my nostrels and clung to my eye lashes, the taste on my lips a mix of the earthy soot and the metalic taste of blood.
The man with the shotgun left and the huge black guys were blocking my way back in, and a cray looking white bloke with a scottish accent came bowling out of the bar brandishing a huge chef's knife and screaming blue murder at us. we left rather rapidly wihout or truck, but he still came after us.
"leave us alone we're going, why do you need a knife" i kept trying to reason with him as we ran before the blade. nothing was slowing him down or killing the crazy flash in his eyes and i again felt that animal fear of being hunted by someone i cannot reason with.
We ended up in a church that was packed full of people, most of them teenages with skateboards all just hanging out. we asked for thier help and two big adult skaters stood up and swung skateboards at the knife man's head. he ducked and slashed at them as quick as a flash and they both got deep gashes cut accross thier foreheads and dropped to the floor.
I led my brunette through a door and bolted it behind us, but we were just trapped in another smaller room that was empty of people.
There was a high window with a large sill and shutters on the inside. I lifter her up and pushed her legs up till she could climb into the window space and told her to lose the shutters. she did and was gone from it. Her sudden disinvolvement turned thigns around and i felt new courage just having to defend myself.....so i quicly climbed onto a beam high above he floor and lay there very still.
The knife man got into the room but had changed into an African warrior naked but for a loin cloth and wearing full face paint.
"youre not a man you have that knife" i tried from my vantage point. he got angry and the bouncers of the bar filled in behind him and blocked the only exit. since killing he cat no one had shown understanding of my language or any atempt to talk to me in thiers.
"what kind of man fights a boy with a knife" i kept taunting. he threw the knife at me and i struck my shoulder and i pulled it back out with a cry of pain.
The warrior got out two knuckle dusters with blades on the end and put them between his teeth and started climbing up to me. I jumped down and hit him wih the "what kind of coward uses a knife, get me like a real man with your fists" and he threw the two weapons at me and jumped down. I had suddenly realised i was dreaming, and that i could not run or reason with this enemy. i must confront my fear and fight and now that he didnt have a knife i felt ready to try.
We squared up for a second, fists shimmering infront of our faces as we both looked for a first hit, then we grappled locking arms and i felt strong depite my disadvantage of muscle and height, our faces inches apart straining for a weakness.
Then i tried to headbutt him as hard as I could and my forehead rushed forward to reach his nose but it stopped and lost all power and brushed his cheek with no effect. (very frustraing but it confirmed my belief that i was only dreaming, as this is another common restriction a dream seems to involve, like trying to run to help your family but your stuck in quicksand, or the bike you get for christmas as a kid but you can never stay asleep long enough to dream about riding it.)
During this impossible fight to the death i drifted back into reality and went and spoke to my brother, then came here and typed it out.
ah well, geuss i'll be going now.
