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dream
setting when dream begins: witnessed a murder and burglary of something very valuable. the details refuse to be recalled. all i know is that i am clutching the object they desire in my right hand. they are in pursuit of me... i fled into a house.
i heard them coming, and i looked around frantically. i slipped into a closet, and closed the door softly, as one of them drew near. i was able to see myself, in a cheap white suit with multicolored pin-stripes, hiding, while the intruder, mr. ewan mcgregor look-alike, stepped softly closer.
the others joined him, and they whispered amongst themselves. i heard them leave.
then: thump, thump, thump, and something rolled bumpily across the floor.
silence before i was thrown into the wall of the closet. it was some type of explosive. i heard something thumping and rolling again. i opened the door and crashed thru a window. shouts, bustle and crashing behind me.
i raced through the backyard, jumped a fence, and zig-zagged through the streets. the easy way out would be to go south, so i decided to go north. i finally found a quiet spot, and i sat still panting, in the shadow. an old man sat in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe. he made no indication that i existed. all the better, i thought. i had my head down when he suddenly spoke. "they're here. looking for you." i slowly turned my head. he was still, very still. smoking that pipe. looking straight ahead. why was he helping me? i turned again, and peeped thru some foliage. they were there, alright. ewan mcgregor, Benicio Del Toro, and one other, whose face was not clear.
they came out of their blue van, and walked around, as if sensing that i was near. again, ewan mcgregor came very close to me, and i tried not to breathe. but after minutes, they got in the van and left.
when i was sure they were gone, i thanked the old man for warning me, and sprinted north. canada. i must get to canada. there, i will be safe, i will be protected. this hope filled me, and i ran through forests, past houses, yards, more trees, across a river. and finally. canada. i made it.
a blinding light shone in my eyes. caught. the light came closer. the police. canadien police would be able to help me. i was escorted to a log cabin. police headquarters. a big man reclined in his chair, behind his desk.
"what are you doing out in the night, son?" i proceeded to tell my story. i was so relieved that i was in the hands of authority, that i wouldn't have to run anymore. he looked up at me intently when he realized that this wasn't just some crazy story. he looked deep in thought, and kept nodding throughout my narrative.
"i'm glad you came here. we'll take care of you." he said, with a reassuring smile.
i heard the front door open, and ppl walking in. mcgregor, del toro, and the unnamed one. i started, and looked horrified at the officer. he smiled at me, still in that reassuring smile, but now with a taint of malice and greed.
/dream
yakob at 12:46 PM
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setting when dream begins: witnessed a murder and burglary of something very valuable. the details refuse to be recalled. all i know is that i am clutching the object they desire in my right hand. they are in pursuit of me... i fled into a house.
i heard them coming, and i looked around frantically. i slipped into a closet, and closed the door softly, as one of them drew near. i was able to see myself, in a cheap white suit with multicolored pin-stripes, hiding, while the intruder, mr. ewan mcgregor look-alike, stepped softly closer.
the others joined him, and they whispered amongst themselves. i heard them leave.
then: thump, thump, thump, and something rolled bumpily across the floor.
silence before i was thrown into the wall of the closet. it was some type of explosive. i heard something thumping and rolling again. i opened the door and crashed thru a window. shouts, bustle and crashing behind me.
i raced through the backyard, jumped a fence, and zig-zagged through the streets. the easy way out would be to go south, so i decided to go north. i finally found a quiet spot, and i sat still panting, in the shadow. an old man sat in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe. he made no indication that i existed. all the better, i thought. i had my head down when he suddenly spoke. "they're here. looking for you." i slowly turned my head. he was still, very still. smoking that pipe. looking straight ahead. why was he helping me? i turned again, and peeped thru some foliage. they were there, alright. ewan mcgregor, Benicio Del Toro, and one other, whose face was not clear.
they came out of their blue van, and walked around, as if sensing that i was near. again, ewan mcgregor came very close to me, and i tried not to breathe. but after minutes, they got in the van and left.
when i was sure they were gone, i thanked the old man for warning me, and sprinted north. canada. i must get to canada. there, i will be safe, i will be protected. this hope filled me, and i ran through forests, past houses, yards, more trees, across a river. and finally. canada. i made it.
a blinding light shone in my eyes. caught. the light came closer. the police. canadien police would be able to help me. i was escorted to a log cabin. police headquarters. a big man reclined in his chair, behind his desk.
"what are you doing out in the night, son?" i proceeded to tell my story. i was so relieved that i was in the hands of authority, that i wouldn't have to run anymore. he looked up at me intently when he realized that this wasn't just some crazy story. he looked deep in thought, and kept nodding throughout my narrative.
"i'm glad you came here. we'll take care of you." he said, with a reassuring smile.
i heard the front door open, and ppl walking in. mcgregor, del toro, and the unnamed one. i started, and looked horrified at the officer. he smiled at me, still in that reassuring smile, but now with a taint of malice and greed.
/dream
yakob at 12:46 PM