each night we fall asleep we enter a world of both dreams and nightmares. our minds way of decompressing the stresses, phobias, encounters and business of the day into surreal labyrinths where everything is an illusion and nothing is real, but it sure feels like when you're caught up in it.
so, i've always had strange dreams and i'm going to give it a go at something i'll call for now "Dream Journals and Nightmares," both of which i have some real doozies. the nightmares lately have been recurring with slightly different outcomes as sometimes i realize i am dreaming and push back as much as i can before being over run by my sub-conscious or force myself awake if i can't change the outcome of each nightmare.
sometimes when i do wake up i swear i hear something falling over in my apartment, like one of the monsters clumsily knocks over something as i wake up and take control of my "reality" once again, forcing it into a closet, under the bed or in the storage room to wait until i fall back asleep, then it comes out and creepily crawls over to my slumbering form and with needle like talons starts climbing back into my head through my ears or worse, my mouth.
so, here's the first instalment of this series of dreams and nightmares and everything that falls in between, enjoy if you will, or don't if you can't, i can't guarantee they'll all be wonderful experiences for the won't.
Dream 1: Dream Journals and Nightmares.
I’m lost in the city, a city somewhere, looking for my pick
up truck, that I’ve parked in a parkade somewhere. I retrace my steps back to
the last place I had it, but I’m wrong, it’s the parking spot on the street
before I moved it to the parkade. For some reason I decide to go up through a
top floor of a building and as they’re old buildings they’re connected and the
ones that aren’t connected I climb over on each one through the roofs. It’s
only about 10 buildings I go through, mostly weird trapdoors or holes between
buildings, when I start to get to the end of the block back to where I was and
I go through a trap or secret door into a warehouse full of empty bottles and
cans. Stacks of them, tall and wrapped in plastic, all palletized and ready for
shipping.
As I walk through the stacks looking for an exit or some
kind of way out, I stumble across a scene that’s some sort of hostage crisis
going on. From what I can assume, it’s the owner of the bottle return company
whose kid is being held hostage by a cohort of the two guys trying to get or
extort money from him. He’s dressed in black leather jacket and clothes and is
worried about his kid, “Give me back my kid you bastards, I don’t have any
money!” to which the kidnappers laugh and say ominously “We’ll see, find the
money or we make a call and your kid is dead!” to which I awkwardly stumble
into the room, they point their guns at me and the hostage guy says “help me!” A
scuffle ensues between the owner of the company and the other hostage taker, a
short guy in black clothes, he moves fast like a badger, low to the ground
without missing a step or play in the deadly scene unfolding. Both look somehow
grimy and sweaty looking, like they haven’t showered or had clean clothes in
ages.
The other one of the hostage takers is quite tall, wearing a
wife beater and red jeans, long hair and head band, sort of a burnt out hippy
vibe. He has a hairlip and is sweaty, and not the brightest light bulb, but
he’s got a hand gun, either a .45 calibre or 9mm of some kind and he waives it
around casually. The one with the brains takes the other hostage and tells the
tall hippy to take care of me somewhere and meet up later at a some meeting
point. He grabs me and we start moving towards the front doors of the warehouse.
The hippy guy gestures me outside and it’s night, we walk
around the block and we’re going to go to a wooded spot where he’ll take “take
care of me,” but first he wants to get another gun and make it look like a
fight. For some reason he starts jogging and tells me to as well, but he keeps
going and gaining speed, he strides really long and quickly. On the left side
of the street I see a wooded area between the buildings and on the right more
city that seems to breathe and change with each breath. I watch buildings
growing and shrinking, and I sort that it’s there that’s my best chance of
escape, not wanting to die in a wooded swampy area with nowhere to hide. I tell
him I bet he can’t run to the end of the block and he takes the bet and speeds gleefully
down the street without looking back, I sieze the moment and run off between
two buildings and climb up onto a roof top and jump a few over as silently as
possible. I can hear him hollering down the street telling me to come out and
“take it like a man.”
But I lay flat, hiding on a roof top praying he doesn’t find
me, and eventually his hollering gets quieter and quieter, so I get up and scan
the street not seeing him, I sort out my next plan. I ditch my coat and try to
look different, climb down the building and head out the alley going up a few
blocks and in the opposite direction of the shouting and hollering of the hippy
looking frantically for me. Dawn is starting to show on the horizon, the sweat I
have from running and hiding is starting to make me cold and I come to a bus
stop and wait for a bus, I get on it and as it’s pulling away I see him running
towards it.
Somehow he spotted me and I see him waving the gun at the
bus and me, so I frantically tell the bus driver to go, and tell him that guy
was trying to kill me and we got to call the cops. The bus rumbles off leaving
the crazy guy running behind it for half a block before giving up. It’s an
older bus, like from the 6o’s, the kind you have steps to climb up to get into
but it lumbers off into the sunrise and I contemplate next what to do.
Then I wake up.
This isn’t a particularly bad dream, I have recurring ones
that are out and out nightmares, but can’t remember them at the moment for some
reason. But here is the start of the dream journals and nightmares, one I’ll
keep diligently day in and out.
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