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Jun. 14th, 2003
bit of a dream
Jun. 14th, 2003 01:00 pmLately, I've been dreaming all night...so this is only part of one, what I remember.
It's a city, a landscape I've had dreams of previously (I like how you can revisit the places you've concocted). It's part NYC, part L.A., part fucked-up, ever-changing, dreamland city. I was fairly happy. Grinningly, blindingly happy as I walked by a lone car in a semi-dangerous area of this morphing town. The thought even crossed my mind, "Check the car. Make sure no one's in it ready to jump out." And, of course, someone did. He grabbed me from behind, arm around my neck and I felt the knife rake down my lower back as I arched violently to escape it. Because penetration didn't happen quickly, because I made a defensive motion, I don't know...but the attacker stopped and got back in the car. But he didn't take off, just sat there, waiting for someone else. I just stood there, confused. I think I actually asked him, I wanted to know why, "Why didn't you stab me?" I was intensely interested in this and like an idiot, pursued questioning. A moment later, he jumped from the car and attempted to attack his next victim, a man this time. The man, rather tall, grabbed the arm with the knife in it and held it out and away. I saw my chance to help...to enact vengeance, for both attacking me and (in true me-fashion) not telling me why (he stopped). The attacker was maneuvered to the ground on his stomach. I remember straddling his back, grabbing the back his head and bashing his face into the ground, just for good measure. Blood slowly pooled around his features and he was quiet while we waited for the police.
I've things to do.
I'm going to try and stay away from the computer today.
It's a city, a landscape I've had dreams of previously (I like how you can revisit the places you've concocted). It's part NYC, part L.A., part fucked-up, ever-changing, dreamland city. I was fairly happy. Grinningly, blindingly happy as I walked by a lone car in a semi-dangerous area of this morphing town. The thought even crossed my mind, "Check the car. Make sure no one's in it ready to jump out." And, of course, someone did. He grabbed me from behind, arm around my neck and I felt the knife rake down my lower back as I arched violently to escape it. Because penetration didn't happen quickly, because I made a defensive motion, I don't know...but the attacker stopped and got back in the car. But he didn't take off, just sat there, waiting for someone else. I just stood there, confused. I think I actually asked him, I wanted to know why, "Why didn't you stab me?" I was intensely interested in this and like an idiot, pursued questioning. A moment later, he jumped from the car and attempted to attack his next victim, a man this time. The man, rather tall, grabbed the arm with the knife in it and held it out and away. I saw my chance to help...to enact vengeance, for both attacking me and (in true me-fashion) not telling me why (he stopped). The attacker was maneuvered to the ground on his stomach. I remember straddling his back, grabbing the back his head and bashing his face into the ground, just for good measure. Blood slowly pooled around his features and he was quiet while we waited for the police.
I've things to do.
I'm going to try and stay away from the computer today.
