I climb out of a car in a strange small town/large service station (the sort you see in the middle of nowhere in US films). I am with a few other people who I do not recognise but seem to know. The place seems deserted so we start to look around.
We walk through a garage area and find an underground tunnel that leads us to a small outbuilding. We exit the outbuilding and walk back to the garage. The whole time I have a feeling if forbodding.
This time we notice blood marks on the floor and discovery one of our party is missing. We also find a pile of old shotguns that seem faulty. A young boy (I guess around 14 years old) appears behind us but for some reason the guy next to me shoots him in the chest. I scream at him and he insists the boy must have killed our missing friend. I start to panic but agree to help hide the boys body in a backroom. We carry him through and rest him in the furthers corner. As I turn I see the guy that shot him pointing the shotgun at me with a manic look on his face. Realisation dawns that it must have been him that killed our friend as well as the boy.
I push past him jamming the gun upwards and it goes off. The noise from the gun is strangely quiet. I run, bumping into thing, aware that he following me. I hear the strange noise again a throw myself forward.
I wake with a jolt.
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Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Last nights dream - A strange business trip
I am on a business trip with some others, none of which I recognise . We check in at a hotel and while in reception the others vanish and I am on my own at the desk. I am given a room key and a strange pill shaped token which I am told I have to have or there will be a surcharge when I leave.
Without checking my room number I wonder towards a large open area and find myself surrounded by shops and hotel rooms mixed together in a large two storey open aired shopping centre. The room numbers are all over the place so I ask a porter for help. He looks at my key and says I am in room 530 which is just up the stair and points behind me. I go up the stairs and am in a similar open aired area among shops and rooms. I wonder around checking door numbers occasionally finding myself out in residential streets.
I finally wonder down a concrete, opened air corridor and turn right into a large gym. My colleagues are there working and give me grief about being lost. They join me as we walk through the gym and into a bar where we sit at a table and start talking about defensive fighting stances. We go back to the gym and start sparring to prove who has the best defence (at this point I swear I could feel some of the blows to my ribs).
We go back to the table and start talking about past "missions" (seems we are now some sort of special forces). I tell a story to the waitress about how the guy next to me it bullet proof because he once took a glancing round to the head and it bounced off.
I tried to order an IPA but for some reason I kept whispering my order and the waitress couldn't understand and kept thinking I was complimenting her.
This is when I woke up.
Without checking my room number I wonder towards a large open area and find myself surrounded by shops and hotel rooms mixed together in a large two storey open aired shopping centre. The room numbers are all over the place so I ask a porter for help. He looks at my key and says I am in room 530 which is just up the stair and points behind me. I go up the stairs and am in a similar open aired area among shops and rooms. I wonder around checking door numbers occasionally finding myself out in residential streets.
I finally wonder down a concrete, opened air corridor and turn right into a large gym. My colleagues are there working and give me grief about being lost. They join me as we walk through the gym and into a bar where we sit at a table and start talking about defensive fighting stances. We go back to the gym and start sparring to prove who has the best defence (at this point I swear I could feel some of the blows to my ribs).
We go back to the table and start talking about past "missions" (seems we are now some sort of special forces). I tell a story to the waitress about how the guy next to me it bullet proof because he once took a glancing round to the head and it bounced off.
I tried to order an IPA but for some reason I kept whispering my order and the waitress couldn't understand and kept thinking I was complimenting her.
This is when I woke up.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Yesterdays dream
I am sitting in my conservatory and we have some guests round (no one I recognise). One of them notice the back gate is kicked in but I brush it off like it is a normal occurrence (it isn't in real life). Then I remember that Max (one of our cats) is in the garden and should not go out the back so I rush outside to check on him.
For some reason the garden is full of rubbish bags and I notice one of them is starting to burn. I look down and find Max among the bags and quickly scoop him up and rush him into the house and call for help.
I rush back in the garden and bash the fire out that as started in the rubbish. As soon as it is out I look out of the back gate and notice Ryan and Zak with a hose pipe trying to put out a bigger fire. There is a lot of smoke and I see that someone has created a circle of garden rubbish bins and has set fire to all of them.
I take the hose pipe from Ryan and Zak and tell them to go call the Fire Brigage while I continue to fight the fire.
Now here is the strange bit, I can actually taste the smoke and feel it in my lungs.
This is where I wake up and no there was no smoke or fire in my house (thank goodness).
For some reason the garden is full of rubbish bags and I notice one of them is starting to burn. I look down and find Max among the bags and quickly scoop him up and rush him into the house and call for help.
I rush back in the garden and bash the fire out that as started in the rubbish. As soon as it is out I look out of the back gate and notice Ryan and Zak with a hose pipe trying to put out a bigger fire. There is a lot of smoke and I see that someone has created a circle of garden rubbish bins and has set fire to all of them.
I take the hose pipe from Ryan and Zak and tell them to go call the Fire Brigage while I continue to fight the fire.
Now here is the strange bit, I can actually taste the smoke and feel it in my lungs.
This is where I wake up and no there was no smoke or fire in my house (thank goodness).
Past dreams 1
I am in a house with a dark haired woman (my partner I think) and she has a large sniper rifle. I notice a case with another rifle in it and lift it out. Trouble is that it has an extra trigger at the back and some strange switches down the side and I do not know how to use it.
I lift the telescopic sight to my eye and look in the direction my partner is looking and see a blond haired woman with a rife which she is pointing away from us to her right. I realise she must be our target but can not get the rifle to fire. As I lower it to get a better look a round comes neatly through our window just above me. My partner quickly explains I need to push one of the switches down and "wait for it to charge".
The charge light comes on but as I look through the scope again I see a man walk through the door to the house the blond woman is in. He flies back as she shoots him and then she runs from the house.
I track her with my scope afraid to take a shot as she is now running down a busy high street to my right. I tell my partner that I can not take a shot but then the crowds part. Even though she is now a good 100 yards away I squeeze the trigger and see her fall.
Then I woke up.
I lift the telescopic sight to my eye and look in the direction my partner is looking and see a blond haired woman with a rife which she is pointing away from us to her right. I realise she must be our target but can not get the rifle to fire. As I lower it to get a better look a round comes neatly through our window just above me. My partner quickly explains I need to push one of the switches down and "wait for it to charge".
The charge light comes on but as I look through the scope again I see a man walk through the door to the house the blond woman is in. He flies back as she shoots him and then she runs from the house.
I track her with my scope afraid to take a shot as she is now running down a busy high street to my right. I tell my partner that I can not take a shot but then the crowds part. Even though she is now a good 100 yards away I squeeze the trigger and see her fall.
Then I woke up.
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