Unsettling Dreams Visiting me in the Night
Last night another startling dream. These aren't spring-up-in-bed screaming dreams, these are just creepy things that come to me out of nowhere. I honestly don't know how my mind congers them up!
Anyway the part that I first remember is these three girls from university that I got a bad vibe from, they reminded me of the stuck up girls from my small town high school who looked down on me so for my tummy fat and scraggly hair no doubt. In the dream they appeared in my high school bathroom, giving me those disgusted, what-a-nerd looks, ignoring anything I would say. I felt reminiscent feelings of anger and sadness, overwhelmed with frustration I got right in ones face yelling at her! "Who do you think you fucking are bitch!?"! I guess I'd had enough of this flack, and still hadn't forgiven the grief that some of us "nerds" went through in high school. I don't remember much more about that.. I think that was it.
Next I was at some party with a lot of people from high school again only in my university city. These weren't people I talked to at all in high school, they weren't around much on the count of their suspected trouble making and drug use in town. They were looked down upon, the general school population called them the "druggies", the "dirts", the "townies".. oh the joys of high school.
This party consisted of drunken teens from my old school letting themselves go. One very skinny girl with low rise jeans shamelessly passed out on the sofa legs drapped across junk laying at the end, some very careless, highly intoxicated parents lounging irresponsibly and one very out of place me sitting among them. Discreetly I announced my necessary exit. As it was late and someone was apparently going my way, they insisted this stranger at least drive me to a very sketchy street that was near the bus station. However once out the door this stranger was nowhere to be seen, so I lugged my heavy suitcase and purse that I had with me to where I thought the bus terminal was located on this very, very scary street.
Once I finally found this bus stop (that looked more like a train station) I began running around like mad looking for the bus I needed. I ran through an stone arch at the station to check the bus numbers but once on the other side realized that, oh no!, I had left my bags in the crowd!! I ran back to the other side, my heart thumping, hoping with all my being that the bags would still be where I had mistakenly left them. Yes, I saw them... rolling away!!! My navy suitcase with my purse perched upon it was now traveling with one very butch white man, and one very frightening, equally large, black man that I had encountered around school. On our last encounter (in real life) he had been high on cocaine.
"Thief, thief!!" I yelled, " call the police!!". Angry the men turned, the black man ran but the white man pulled a hand gun from his coat. A group of about eight or so people gathered because of the commotion. For some reason this man only wanted to shoot me! A valiant man beside me acted as my savior trying to stall him from any real action until help arrived. The thief insisted that he wanted no trouble with him, just for me to turn around silently so he could shoot me dead! My hero wouldn't allow him to. He got in his face, a bad idea, the other man ripped off his shirt like The Hulk (haha). He had a massive torso with rippling muscles. He stared at us and ground his teeth, he flexed his mighty arms and said something along the lines of "now you've asked for it! I'm going to have to take you all down!".
Amazingly everyone was still there holding strong, as if they were somehow trapped in this very public, very wide open space. He began punching the bystanders in the stomach, and then started shooting! Someone was trying to convince him that he would be in a ton of trouble when the authorities came if he didn't stop! They were counting aloud his acts of assault. Eleven shots fired and still no police! No help although it was the middle of the day in the public (yes it was day in this scene of the dream), and yet people continued to go about their business with victims falling to the pavement! A song was playing in my head narrating the violence.
"I read the news today... Oh boy.." A day in the Life - The Beatles
Funny how the most suitable songs seem to play in my dreams.
The dream had no real ending, no resolution, no closure. The whole thing somehow reminded me of the Kitty Genoverse's case. Though it wasn't quite the same because I had so many people there quietly supporting me.. taking the blunt of this enraged Hulks fury..
As cheesy as it is going to sound I felt as if I were Simba from The Lion King, sent to the Elephant Graveyard by Scar. Little innocent me sent from this party to a dangerous place, only to meet up with these hyenas who wanted to kill me! And then saved by a heroic lion! Silly huh? I was never a big fan of The Lion King..
Anywho it's nice to get these things written down. Seems like I have these crazy dreams where people are out to get me at least one out of two nights lately. Still I enjoy them, they're harmless and give me something to think about.
