Background: I seldom talk about my distant past, but this is crucial to understanding the dream. I'll make this as short as possible. Maybe one day I'll blog the details. In a nutshell. I hung out with this guy Shadow, when I was a kid. We were best friends/fuckbuddies. We each had our own SO's, but we were together, in an untypical sense, I guess. So, he had this little group, when I was with him, we ranged in numbers from 4-7, and we thought we were some serious bad-ass shit. We sparred with live steel all the time, carried katanas under our trenchcoats, got into real fights, etc. We lived in a dark fantasy world, basically, and it was exhilarating. I 'broke up' with him, and the group, when I was 18. Long story short, he stalked me for three months, and that culminated into him breaking into my house, and trying to kill me. He got arrested, etc. There's loads of details to that, but unpertinent to my dream.
That was all RL, and distant past, now for the dream.
Irv, Alden and I were in 'our house' which was similar to the one we're in now, but the one in the dream was bigger, and on a more rural road. I was in the kitchen, when I saw Shadow and Anthony (another dangerous character, human poison, that one) cross the lawn. I didn't really think anything of it. They walked up to my kitchen window, that I was peering out of, and I ducked down real quick. They looked inside with binoculars, then sorta milled around a little, and left. (n real life, this would send me to the phone, dialing 911, in the dream, I was like "hunh".
Time passed, in the dream, and it was understood that stuff like that happened a few more times, like it was clear they were casing our place, or scoping us out, or something. It didn't happen in the dream, but I "knew" it, and for some reason didn't say anything about it.
It happened Sunday afternoon, it was definitely a Sunday, and sunny as hell out, almost supernaturally so. Shadow and Anthony showed up again, but this time at the bar across the street. I kept seeing them go in and out, and glare at the house. Soon kids started showing up. Kids of all ages, from young 9-10 year olds, right up to 20somethings, and milling around in the bar parking lot. Every time I looked out there, there were more kids. I told Irv "um, maybe we should call someone, this is getting scary" He agreed, and I called the police. They wouldn't send anyone, except one EMT. The EMT showed up, parked in front of the house, hopped out of the ambulence, and sorta leaned on the hood all casually.
Soon, all the kids started organizing, and lining up. They lined up like kids do for group school pictures, in rows. There were easily over a hundred of them. Taller ones in the back, some sitting, some crouching. Directly across the street, and all facing the front of our house. They had huge stockpiles of rocks, and tiny hard pumpkins. I called out to the EMT, "aren't you gonna do something?" He said "lets just hope your windows hold out" and he hopped back in his ambulance. Shadow and Anthony were in plastic chairs in the bar parking lot, and seemingly uninterested in the whole thing, but, you knew they were organizing it, because they kept glancing at certain people, and nodding. They appeared to be deep in an unrelated conversation, but their eyes were different.
It was over almost as soon as it started, they swarmed the house, hurling rocks, and hard little pumpkins, banging on the doors and windows, trying to get in, at us. We stayed in the living room to watch, but well away from any windows. But that only lasted a few minutes. Sirens started wailing, and they all dissapeared into the house next door. There was all this commotion, and it started getting dark out.
Then, it was like something really awful happened. You know, when there's a house fire or something, and the neighbors all mill around staring? Well, that's what was happening, all our neighbors were hanging around, filing in and out of this house, somberly. The kids were everywhere also just sorta standing around all somber. It looked almost like a house party, but no one was partying.
For some reason, we went over there to see what was up, filing in the front door slowly along with everyone else. I got sidetracked in a hallway, because there was this kid that looked like Alden, there, but he was blonde, and older. I glanced up, through to another room, looked like a living room, and there was Shadow sitting on a couch, with a girl in one arm, and Anthony sitting next to him, laughing and having a good time. He didn't notice us, and he was a safe distance away.
I crouched down near the little boy, and asked "Do you follow Shadow?". He was like "yeah, I love him". I told him, "He's a predator, do you know what that is?" The kid looked unsure, so I explained to him how a hawk eats harmless mice, for sustinance, and how the hawk doesn't care what it hurts, as long as it gets to eat. While I was kneeling there, more little kids gathered around, and listened to my pleas. One goes "that's bullshit, he loves us".
I was about to reply with, "I thought he loved me too, I used to be one of you" but just then, the one that opened his mouth, looked over my head, and scooted to the right, a little. All in one motion, I heard this loud percussive bang that I felt with every fiber of my body, it seemed to go off in the room, and in my head at the same time, accompanied by a warm THUMP, in my left ear. The bang was so realistic, I can still hear it, almost. I *felt* it.
Here's where it gets weird to describe. I had gotten shot in the head. Shadow was standing right behind me, and when I fell, he said "I knew I'd get you eventually". But, in my dream, I got up, and I was like "no, no, it's cool! I'm ok, check it out, I'm fine!" I kept saying that, and I walked forward, and around the corner, where I thought the EMT might be, or some help or something. But, at the same time, I knew I wasn't fine, that I was lying there dead, and people were reacting like I was killed.
Then I woke up.
It's so strange, the dream was so vivid and realistic, and detailed, I'm not sitting here recalling it like it was some patchy weird dream. It feels like a memory, and that really bothers me. I've never had a dream do that before.
Generally, I analyze my dreams, to find some thread of meaning, or why I dreamed it, or something. I'm still so fucked up over this, I don't want to touch it, yet.
[Listening to: 1000 Memories - Bad Religion - (3:00)]
1 comment:
That's pretty creepy but I wouldnt worry over it too much. When someone has a hold on you like that, it resonates within you for a long time.
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