Chambered Word
8th May 2011, 15:06
We've had these threads before but I'll start another, because hearing about people's dreams here is sometimes interesting/funny to me, and I finally had some decent ones that I could remember a few nights ago.
The first one involved going to Melbourne on an underground rail system (it reminded me of Half-Life) and playing a hockey game somewhere, then taking the train back and returning to my own suburb after midnight (somehow there was a small station there) carrying my hockey stick for self-defense and trying to get home without running into the various people walking around out there. I saw a few who looked like they were looking for someone to attack on the street in front of me, the most direct route to my house, so I headed up the street to my east, but up there were a couple of people throwing rocks at something across the road and I was sure they'd attack me. around that point I woke up or something, but I remember bits of my stay in Melbourne. it was bits of the surroundings (the bar at the uni) from when I was at Marxism 2011 mixed with one of my friends and I hanging around some sort of 'cake dispenser' upstairs alone, I also remember there being a competition between two groups to see whose cake would be taken the most or something.
The next was where my mother and I were sick of being around the house so we got into the van and headed off down this street that seemed kind of surreal for some reason. my dad was pissed and he came after us and we ended up stopping, my mum getting out and going nuts at him. After she pretty much told him to fuck off we got back in and kept going. Eventually he just kept following so we both got out quickly and ran over to the nearest house. The guy inside came out with some kind of tool, like a wrench of some sort, and began attacking me. I was taken aback by this, but my dad just started throwing punches at this guy and I joined in. That's about all I remember of that one.
In the last one I can remember, I was part of a tiny armed resistance group, living roughly around the medieval ages. We escaped the immediate area by getting on small boats and letting the current carry us quickly downstream. Things sort of went dark, and then we ended up in a desolate looking shore with these sorts of crude lamps on. It was in the early morning and the landscape was bleak, consisting of shallow waters littered by grey trees without foliage. The shore and the land in front of us looked more hospitable and I was first to get off my raft. I ran straight up the slope in front of me and headed into scattered trees. My comrades headed up the beach after me, landing further west. As I looked back on the waters behind me, I noticed primitive lamps like ours rapidly approaching the shore, and knew it was the authorities. They would roughly outnumber us by the looks of it (somewhere between 1.5-3 to 1) so I sprinted as quickly as I could along behind the fringe of the trees at the top of the slope to get to the others who had just landed and weren't aware of the threat. I could hear them gaining on me though, and split from the rest to get away, heading north into the thicker bushes and over the hill. The rest I remember was being approached by roughly five of the enemy soldiers on top of the hill in light brush.
Btw, does anyone else become frustrated by their inability to throw punches properly in dreams?
The first one involved going to Melbourne on an underground rail system (it reminded me of Half-Life) and playing a hockey game somewhere, then taking the train back and returning to my own suburb after midnight (somehow there was a small station there) carrying my hockey stick for self-defense and trying to get home without running into the various people walking around out there. I saw a few who looked like they were looking for someone to attack on the street in front of me, the most direct route to my house, so I headed up the street to my east, but up there were a couple of people throwing rocks at something across the road and I was sure they'd attack me. around that point I woke up or something, but I remember bits of my stay in Melbourne. it was bits of the surroundings (the bar at the uni) from when I was at Marxism 2011 mixed with one of my friends and I hanging around some sort of 'cake dispenser' upstairs alone, I also remember there being a competition between two groups to see whose cake would be taken the most or something.
The next was where my mother and I were sick of being around the house so we got into the van and headed off down this street that seemed kind of surreal for some reason. my dad was pissed and he came after us and we ended up stopping, my mum getting out and going nuts at him. After she pretty much told him to fuck off we got back in and kept going. Eventually he just kept following so we both got out quickly and ran over to the nearest house. The guy inside came out with some kind of tool, like a wrench of some sort, and began attacking me. I was taken aback by this, but my dad just started throwing punches at this guy and I joined in. That's about all I remember of that one.
In the last one I can remember, I was part of a tiny armed resistance group, living roughly around the medieval ages. We escaped the immediate area by getting on small boats and letting the current carry us quickly downstream. Things sort of went dark, and then we ended up in a desolate looking shore with these sorts of crude lamps on. It was in the early morning and the landscape was bleak, consisting of shallow waters littered by grey trees without foliage. The shore and the land in front of us looked more hospitable and I was first to get off my raft. I ran straight up the slope in front of me and headed into scattered trees. My comrades headed up the beach after me, landing further west. As I looked back on the waters behind me, I noticed primitive lamps like ours rapidly approaching the shore, and knew it was the authorities. They would roughly outnumber us by the looks of it (somewhere between 1.5-3 to 1) so I sprinted as quickly as I could along behind the fringe of the trees at the top of the slope to get to the others who had just landed and weren't aware of the threat. I could hear them gaining on me though, and split from the rest to get away, heading north into the thicker bushes and over the hill. The rest I remember was being approached by roughly five of the enemy soldiers on top of the hill in light brush.
Btw, does anyone else become frustrated by their inability to throw punches properly in dreams?