Weird dream
Jul. 28th, 2003 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chrisvenusNote: This was written yesterday morning and I thought posted to LJ. However, I open the client to make a new post anfd find it here. Damn thing. Well, assume this is dated about 9:00AM yesterday (sunday) morning.
I was going to write a LJ up about what I had been up to but first I fel the urge to write about the dream I just had.
It was kind of odd. It all started when I parked my car in some road and came back to it being looted by two old grannies. I shouted and ranted lots and they explained that some nice man had sold them this stuff they were taking out of my car (seriously large amounts of it, they had already taken out more than I think would have fitted). It becomes clear that some guy had basically said "you want this stuff?" and then broken into my car for a fee.
Well, the grannies quickly faded from scene after I started getting my stuff back when their car got nicked. Then I started getting arsey and possibly trying to be violent (I don't recall hitting somebody per se but I recall violence from me if that makes sense). I remember him trying to hit me and me managing to block and him grinning like an idiot even though he failed to hit me.
I'm a little fuzzy on details from here. He got more mates, I got more mates. They started on me and I had backup. There was a couple of moments I remember in this. One being the classic comedy of my mates had chased somebody round the corner and while I was left alone the seven or eight of them started advancing on me menacingly. I started backign off sensibly and came across my mates coming back from aroudn the corner and another stalemate occured (no idea why we didn't just call the police or have a big fight or something).
A while later I was being carried into a house (being held lying down by two people side by side). The doorway was understandably a problem as I tried to stop myself going through and initially there was no sign of my mates who are mostly generic mates rather than anybody I can put a name to. Then however, the one mate I can positively ID turned up. He was a bit pissed that I was being kidnapped so as the wrong'uns all were in the porch of this house trying to get me through the door I see David Sheldon turn up. He is looking pissed and turns the nearest guy around and with a single punch knocks him out.
He looks pissed still but doesn't move onto the next one. Surprise is lost and he is now just lookign a bit menacing. The guy who was holding my feet drops them and I am moslty upright apart form the girl/boy (really never sure which, total tomboy or a very girly bloke) holding my body. I move her hands and she relatively willing removes them from me and I blow (him|her) a sarcastic kiss. I get the response, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you" to which I respond "It's OK. You've not a chance anyway." Rather than being offended though he/she (I should emphasise that this wasn't a boy/girl thing in an ungly way, just in a very ambiguous way) laughed which was kind of endearing in a way.
Anyway, the dream goes into its final stage as we get away from that little scene and into somebody about to drive off in my car. One dramatic entrance into a movign vehicle later and I am in the passenger seat trying to get this bloke to stop. I put on the handbrake which has no discernable effect. The only other thing I could think of to do (he has control of the brake and accelerator after all) is to reach across and turn the car off, pulling the keys out. Now, this really shouldn't have allowed the car to go much further but it seemed that he decided if he wasn't going to have the car he would crash it. Now, the power steering having failed due to lack of power (steering lock hadn't occured to my dream) we head towards a house. We really hsould ahve stopped given no power and all that but somehow he uses the accelerator to, if not accelerate us, to at least keep us going. We hit the house and...
Cut to outside the car as I argue with chief badguy who is looking at the (undamaged) rear bumber of the car. He explains that he is doing this for my own good so that we can persuade the insurance company that it wasn't my fault and that I hadn't pushed him in the car and made him drive into a wall. It seems though that as I start answering "Why the hell would the insurance company think that if we just tell them the truth" that I started to wake up.
So, that was my dream. If there is a meaning in that I'll be impressed. I mainly wanted to write it down because I like to do that from time to time and because the heroics in it were kind of cool, though I will resist the urge to buy him a drink in real life for actions in a dream. :)
Anyway, time to think about RP. I'll post on my weekend of RP later (I hope).
I was going to write a LJ up about what I had been up to but first I fel the urge to write about the dream I just had.
It was kind of odd. It all started when I parked my car in some road and came back to it being looted by two old grannies. I shouted and ranted lots and they explained that some nice man had sold them this stuff they were taking out of my car (seriously large amounts of it, they had already taken out more than I think would have fitted). It becomes clear that some guy had basically said "you want this stuff?" and then broken into my car for a fee.
Well, the grannies quickly faded from scene after I started getting my stuff back when their car got nicked. Then I started getting arsey and possibly trying to be violent (I don't recall hitting somebody per se but I recall violence from me if that makes sense). I remember him trying to hit me and me managing to block and him grinning like an idiot even though he failed to hit me.
I'm a little fuzzy on details from here. He got more mates, I got more mates. They started on me and I had backup. There was a couple of moments I remember in this. One being the classic comedy of my mates had chased somebody round the corner and while I was left alone the seven or eight of them started advancing on me menacingly. I started backign off sensibly and came across my mates coming back from aroudn the corner and another stalemate occured (no idea why we didn't just call the police or have a big fight or something).
A while later I was being carried into a house (being held lying down by two people side by side). The doorway was understandably a problem as I tried to stop myself going through and initially there was no sign of my mates who are mostly generic mates rather than anybody I can put a name to. Then however, the one mate I can positively ID turned up. He was a bit pissed that I was being kidnapped so as the wrong'uns all were in the porch of this house trying to get me through the door I see David Sheldon turn up. He is looking pissed and turns the nearest guy around and with a single punch knocks him out.
He looks pissed still but doesn't move onto the next one. Surprise is lost and he is now just lookign a bit menacing. The guy who was holding my feet drops them and I am moslty upright apart form the girl/boy (really never sure which, total tomboy or a very girly bloke) holding my body. I move her hands and she relatively willing removes them from me and I blow (him|her) a sarcastic kiss. I get the response, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you" to which I respond "It's OK. You've not a chance anyway." Rather than being offended though he/she (I should emphasise that this wasn't a boy/girl thing in an ungly way, just in a very ambiguous way) laughed which was kind of endearing in a way.
Anyway, the dream goes into its final stage as we get away from that little scene and into somebody about to drive off in my car. One dramatic entrance into a movign vehicle later and I am in the passenger seat trying to get this bloke to stop. I put on the handbrake which has no discernable effect. The only other thing I could think of to do (he has control of the brake and accelerator after all) is to reach across and turn the car off, pulling the keys out. Now, this really shouldn't have allowed the car to go much further but it seemed that he decided if he wasn't going to have the car he would crash it. Now, the power steering having failed due to lack of power (steering lock hadn't occured to my dream) we head towards a house. We really hsould ahve stopped given no power and all that but somehow he uses the accelerator to, if not accelerate us, to at least keep us going. We hit the house and...
Cut to outside the car as I argue with chief badguy who is looking at the (undamaged) rear bumber of the car. He explains that he is doing this for my own good so that we can persuade the insurance company that it wasn't my fault and that I hadn't pushed him in the car and made him drive into a wall. It seems though that as I start answering "Why the hell would the insurance company think that if we just tell them the truth" that I started to wake up.
So, that was my dream. If there is a meaning in that I'll be impressed. I mainly wanted to write it down because I like to do that from time to time and because the heroics in it were kind of cool, though I will resist the urge to buy him a drink in real life for actions in a dream. :)
Anyway, time to think about RP. I'll post on my weekend of RP later (I hope).