|QUOTE (.2D @ Friday, Apr 27 2012, 13:23)|
| That is a pretty messed up dream. And there I was thinking that the one I had last night that ended in me being chased and ran over by some fat woman in a car was slightly odd. I wish I had long dreams like that that I can pretty vividly remember. |
Honestly reminded me of the one, the only. The BEST reebok advert, ever :') (This one
for all those who may have an idea what I'm on about).
But that's actually really vivid vil. I get really vivid dreams really often, which often end up in action film-esque sequences. Like this morning I had a crazy 5 minute dream (the ones where you wake up, check the time, go back to sleep, wake up, think you've been gone for hours, open your eyes and it's been just a few minutes). It went something like this:
I was stood up in my dream outside the front entrance of a slum highrise apartment building. It was the dead of night, deep navy blue skies without any moonlight being able to penetrate through the clouds. Before I could try and figure out where to go I heard shouting from the other side of the burgundy door behind me. Although there wasn't any particular reference to me in their cries, as soon as I heard "C'MON, THIS WAY!", I bolted. Judging from the cars driving on the left side of the road, I assumed I was in England, but I had no idea. I just had the fixed mindset of running away. I must have gotten about 10 paces before the rain started, I'm not talking your average 'spitting' rain, I mean this stuff was gradually increasing in density until the point that it was becoming unbearable to run through it without experiencing severe discomfort.
At this point I saw a yellow taxi stopped at the lights. With only the pressing fear of being chased down and the desire to get out of the rain on my mind, I pulled open the drivers door on the left hand side of the car, grabbed the driver and yanked him out, expressing my deepest sympathies for stealing his car, but noting that currently I had no other options. Throwing my seatbelt on, I aimed for the clutch to find the biting point, only to find a distinct gap where it should be. Glancing at the gearstick I thought to myself "great, an import" and slammed on the accelerator. It was at this point I realised there was a man next to me in the front passenger seat. Similar build to myself; blue eyes, brown hair and sporting an olive green parker. We made eye contact and he said "I know this isn't you, but I suggest if you're trying to get away, that you look at the road", the latter half of his statement becoming much more intense and immediate in tone, thankfully alerting me to a parked car I would have most certainly crashed into should it not have been for the urgency in his voice.
The rain was pouring down to the extent that it was nigh on overwhelming the windscreen wipers, through several corners I ended up aquaplaning and sliding, rather than the controlled turns I would have expected. After about 2 minutes I could feel my eyes growing heavy, my hands beginning to fall off the wheel and my entire body seemingly failing on me. I remember taking my feet off the pedals and fell asleep (SLEEPCEPTION). I wearily opened my eyes and I'm still sat in the car, I don't know how much time has passed but my passenger is still there, those who I originally thought chasing me, gone. With a silent nod I acknowledge him staying in the car and not alerting the police (although I didn't find it weird he stayed, at all) and decide to start driving again. By this time the rain has gone and the sky is completely clear with golden sunlight bathing the whole car. Feeling warm and optimistic I come to a stop at a T junction, at which point a police car drives on the road ahead. A small amount of fear grips my body as I see him look directly at me and pick up his radio and through the one in the taxi, overhearing him explain: "unlicensed taxi driver spotted, pending further inves...", without even letting him finish the sentence I gun the engine. Driving across the median separating the two sides of the road, I turn the car into oncoming traffic to try and lose him. I glance in the rearview mirror and see the police car hurtling towards me in a plume of tire smoke, hearing the scream of "BACKUP BACKUP" over the radio, I assessed the situation and realised my best chances were on foot. Braking hard, I come to a stop mere millimeters away from a wall as I careen over the pavement. Racing out of the car I aim for a flight of stairs, my heart skipped a beat as I flew down the first flight, taking several at once in the gamble that the police officer would be unable to keep up. Briefly stopping to look over a flat section of the stairs, I use the vantage point and see that I'm about 20ft above a continental fair with hundreds of people. Without a moments hesitation I jump over the barrier for the stairs, landing on a few boxes below. Brushing myself down I look back up to the vantage point, the sun blinding my eyes and I don't see the policeman.
Under the assumption that I'd lost my pursuer, my attention turns to how I might escape my current location. 'MONEY' I think, the delightful smells of the market making me realise I hadn't eaten in hours. Witnessing a small plate of change at the front of a busy bakery food stand, I realise that I need a distraction in order to swipe it and buy some breakfast (the intention being from the same stand I stole it from). Moving my way through the crowd, I see my chance. A young couple talking to themselves, one of whom holding two cups of coffee in a cardboard stand. I silently come within striking range and SLAP the stand from their hand, straight over the back of a 30 something skinhead infront of them. The fallout was far better than I expected, instantly the rest of the crowd moved back, forming a tight circle around them. Some of the bystanders looked on in awe, while the couple stood there in shock, speechless. "WELL AREN'T YOU GONNA F*CKING SAY SOMETHING?!" yelled the skinhead, his face literally turning such a dark shade of red that the green snake tattoo on his neck was nigh on invisible. "This was my chance" I thought to myself, slinking my way through the crowd to the plate of change, siphoning through the silvers and taking the gold pound coins while the heated argument hypnotised everybody watching into a state of blissful ignorance to everything around them. I myself was hypnotised by the change, so much so that when the cry of "YOU!" pierced my ears, the same fear I found myself experiencing at the start of my dream paralyzed my body. As I slowly tilted my head up, I couldn't help but feel that the game was up. It was over.
And that's when I woke up.
There are pros and cons to having really vivid memorable dreams, cons mainly being in the bad dreams, some of which seem like they'll never end and then the pros being the unbelievable good dreams, which will hopefully stay with me as memories for many years to come.
Great bobs though