"All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams." -- Elias Canetti
I've
been off the charts in the weird dream department lately. Several in the
last week or so have involved me facing some sort of imminent danger that
I can't seem to escape. I've also had several mornings where I've woken up
to a terrible dream, fallen back asleep almost instantly and dreamed some
more crazy shit. Analyze these, why don't ya...
My first dream this morning was set
at my mom's house. While I don't remember much about the early parts of the
dream, the premise was that something fishy was going on and I was trying
to search for whatever that something was.
In the end of the dream, I was in the carport. I remember that I'd searched
her entire house without finding anything and that the carport was the last
place for me to look. There are two doors in my mom's carport that lead into
a storage room. I remember calling someone on either a black cordless phone
or one with a really long cord. Just as I dialed, someone jumped out me from
one of the doors.
Even though I knew I was alone at my mom's house, I tried to scream so that
whoever was on the phone would know there was trouble. I screamed as hard
as I could and only a muffled sound came out. I tried to run, but every motion
I made seemed slower than normal. And then I woke up.
After waking up, it didn't take me long
to be asleep again and dreaming.
I remember these things about the second dream: I had been in one town and
was eventually headed to another. I was wearing a navy blue Lakeland Fire
Department t-shirt. I was wearing my silver Fossil watch. I had to be in
the second town by 9 a.m.
For some reason, I'd decided to swim in a pond along the way between the
two towns. I was swimming using a forward stroke when I slowed, paused and
looked at my watch. It was 9 a.m. I was late. About this time, I remember
looking out across the pond and to the road as a car passed the pond. Someone
appeared front the front car window and fired shots in my direction.
For some reason, the shots from the passing car didn't bother me. My thoughts
were on my being late for wherever I was headed. I got out of the pond and
headed to the car I was driving. The shooting car returned. It pulled off
the road and into the parking lot where I was. I remember hearing one of
the people in the car say, "we can leave as soon as we kill these folks."
With that, the gunman appeared once again -- except this time he was no more
than 20 feet or so from me -- and opened fire.
I dove into my car and remember thinking that I hadn't been hit by bullets.
But that's when I noticed that my feet were hanging out of the car and no
matter how much effort I put into it, I couldn't pull them back in.
I woke up.
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