A dream I had during my nap
February 19th, 2007 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skerenI'mma gonna cut this cause after a point cause it gets kinda graphic.
I was out at the store, or you could say outings since it started with a feel of a friend grouping, and between the four of us we had with two cars. I don't remember the very beginning of the dream though, but we went to dinner, me with one of the guys, who was so kind as to offer me his arm as he escorted me out of the building, and the other guy wit the other guy. From there we did a bit of a time/people warp and our cars ended up stolen.
It started to slide over some, because from here it was definitely a supermarket parking lot. There was a feel that allot of time had passed, and we already knre the cars were gone before we got out there, it was night by the way, but we had to go because it was a dangerous area. Unfortunately we realized we had no way to get back. Someone else, not with our group, was chattering and nearly got ran down. He went and slammed on the back of a cop car, you know, trying to remind him to use the breaks. The entire dream had been getting vaguely darker up to here, and the cars we'd had stolen were a truck and a normal car.
After the guy slammed his hands on the back of the car, it seemed to just piss him off. The guy in the cop car sped up fast, in reverse, to try to run him down, driving him up into this baricade when the slamming guy tried to get out of the way. It wasn't the guy who dodged, but it was this other guy who was near there that started to set off shotgun shells hollaring that they were firecrackers.
Someone else, meanwhile, starts a round of applause when the guy that was almost run down peeks up and skurries down past these water barrier sandbags. At that point the cop gets out of the car/truck thing he'd tried to run the guy down in and mans this machine gun over near mr. firecracker, chasing the other guy with bullets and ammunition and not really caring who he hits in the process.
Someone says to grab the kid for cover, and the first guy does grab this little boy that can't be more than nine, but the other guy never stops shooting even when the first guy is trying to get down and has this deathgrip on the kid, ending up wedging him between sandbags. And essentially by the end of the dream we see this pile of bodies all over the place and someone is screaming that they melted the kid, who is like, bullet ridden, and the dream abruptly jumps back from omnicient back to personal, and either me or someone I'm with grabs a kid we had with us. Don't ask I don't remember him being with us before, and we get the fuck out of there.
Then I woke up.
I was out at the store, or you could say outings since it started with a feel of a friend grouping, and between the four of us we had with two cars. I don't remember the very beginning of the dream though, but we went to dinner, me with one of the guys, who was so kind as to offer me his arm as he escorted me out of the building, and the other guy wit the other guy. From there we did a bit of a time/people warp and our cars ended up stolen.
It started to slide over some, because from here it was definitely a supermarket parking lot. There was a feel that allot of time had passed, and we already knre the cars were gone before we got out there, it was night by the way, but we had to go because it was a dangerous area. Unfortunately we realized we had no way to get back. Someone else, not with our group, was chattering and nearly got ran down. He went and slammed on the back of a cop car, you know, trying to remind him to use the breaks. The entire dream had been getting vaguely darker up to here, and the cars we'd had stolen were a truck and a normal car.
After the guy slammed his hands on the back of the car, it seemed to just piss him off. The guy in the cop car sped up fast, in reverse, to try to run him down, driving him up into this baricade when the slamming guy tried to get out of the way. It wasn't the guy who dodged, but it was this other guy who was near there that started to set off shotgun shells hollaring that they were firecrackers.
Someone else, meanwhile, starts a round of applause when the guy that was almost run down peeks up and skurries down past these water barrier sandbags. At that point the cop gets out of the car/truck thing he'd tried to run the guy down in and mans this machine gun over near mr. firecracker, chasing the other guy with bullets and ammunition and not really caring who he hits in the process.
Someone says to grab the kid for cover, and the first guy does grab this little boy that can't be more than nine, but the other guy never stops shooting even when the first guy is trying to get down and has this deathgrip on the kid, ending up wedging him between sandbags. And essentially by the end of the dream we see this pile of bodies all over the place and someone is screaming that they melted the kid, who is like, bullet ridden, and the dream abruptly jumps back from omnicient back to personal, and either me or someone I'm with grabs a kid we had with us. Don't ask I don't remember him being with us before, and we get the fuck out of there.
Then I woke up.