dreams! with shooting!
Apr. 20th, 2007 04:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI dreamed I had a boyfriend, who was pretty, and kind, and training to be a doctor. So that was nice.
Then I dreamed his sisters broke into my house with guns and there was shooting and the phone didn't work and when I leaned out the window to yell for help the guy in the street asked about ghosts. But it wasn't ghosts. It was two redheads trying to kill me.
I know this isn't a whole lot less likely than the ones with monsters, but I didn't want those either!
Mind you, the house was nice. Big building, I had a bedsit, with it's own entrance because it used to be some doctor place. Very handy for when being chased, just leg it out the back. Out the window was very nice - hanging baskets on the lamp posts, a lovely view of a river or canal, with nice painted iron railings along it. And the road in between, with a taxi rank. So it's always easy to get places, or in this case get help.
And right around the corner was a shop that sold miniature things. Like, their office was 3ft on the longest side, and they sat outside it. All sorts of tiny shiny things. Run by a couple of old guys, one utterly unflappable and doing the crossword in a broadsheet newspaper, the other much more excitable and wearing a very tidy bowtie. I think they were a couple, because even my dreams have subtext.
When the police arrived it was two middle aged guys carrying a package, not the emergency phoned for police, just guys who hung out there. They were somewhat surprised to find shouty shooty things going on.
... my dreams are all about the detail.
Pretty boyfriend guy wore regular jeans, a sweatshirt, and a big navy colored coat that wasn't a wax jacket because it wasn't as heavy but it was big and meant for rain and I've seen one like it in the shops. The texture of it on the back of my hands was kind of plastic. On the palms of my hands were the back of his jeans.
See details like that can get really realistic. It's just the kissing parts that are sort of experimental extrapolations and actually kind of unrealistic. *sulks*
When there was chasing first I ran into my flat, cause I'd been in a shared dining room, with a younger (and therefore more homicidal) school age version of my little brother. These two women claimed to be sisters-of-boyfriend, so I didn't want to piss them off entirely, but I didn't know them from eve and when they invited me to go somewhere with them I said all invites had to go via boyfriend cause you never know with families. My sib tried to kill me all the time, I said. They stare at him, he nods and says last time involved hanging.
I guess they took this as encouragement, cause then there was running and chasing and I went in my part of the house and bolted the door (with big sliding flat bolts that nonetheless seemed rather flimsy at the time) and jammed a chair under the handle. They shout through the door they have a gun; I yell back "then you're a fucking numbskull!"
They shoot the door around the lock. Which isn't immediately effective, there being bolts left. I shout back I have a gun too, "cause you're not the only fucking numbskulls in the building." Well, hadn't left myself much room with that one. Meantime I'm trying to get the phone to work but it's just making random numbers and hissing.
Then one of them breaks in, and then it gets odd. She says the gun isn't dangerous, and points it at her own leg, so immediately I press down on it until the trigger pulls. And of course she shoots herself in the leg. Which is enough of a surprise I can grab the gun and make the bullets fall out the handle.
After that I get out the window and yell help and run away. There's a lot of taxi drivers look on with great interest, but not a whole hell of a lot of actual help in evidence.
One of them looked like that guy from Four Weddings who did that crime show later. He was the ghost obsessed one. Also the only recogniseable actor in the whole thing, everyone else was originals.
In conclusion: Nice flat, nice boyfriend, shame about the attempted homicide.
Then I dreamed his sisters broke into my house with guns and there was shooting and the phone didn't work and when I leaned out the window to yell for help the guy in the street asked about ghosts. But it wasn't ghosts. It was two redheads trying to kill me.
I know this isn't a whole lot less likely than the ones with monsters, but I didn't want those either!
Mind you, the house was nice. Big building, I had a bedsit, with it's own entrance because it used to be some doctor place. Very handy for when being chased, just leg it out the back. Out the window was very nice - hanging baskets on the lamp posts, a lovely view of a river or canal, with nice painted iron railings along it. And the road in between, with a taxi rank. So it's always easy to get places, or in this case get help.
And right around the corner was a shop that sold miniature things. Like, their office was 3ft on the longest side, and they sat outside it. All sorts of tiny shiny things. Run by a couple of old guys, one utterly unflappable and doing the crossword in a broadsheet newspaper, the other much more excitable and wearing a very tidy bowtie. I think they were a couple, because even my dreams have subtext.
When the police arrived it was two middle aged guys carrying a package, not the emergency phoned for police, just guys who hung out there. They were somewhat surprised to find shouty shooty things going on.
... my dreams are all about the detail.
Pretty boyfriend guy wore regular jeans, a sweatshirt, and a big navy colored coat that wasn't a wax jacket because it wasn't as heavy but it was big and meant for rain and I've seen one like it in the shops. The texture of it on the back of my hands was kind of plastic. On the palms of my hands were the back of his jeans.
See details like that can get really realistic. It's just the kissing parts that are sort of experimental extrapolations and actually kind of unrealistic. *sulks*
When there was chasing first I ran into my flat, cause I'd been in a shared dining room, with a younger (and therefore more homicidal) school age version of my little brother. These two women claimed to be sisters-of-boyfriend, so I didn't want to piss them off entirely, but I didn't know them from eve and when they invited me to go somewhere with them I said all invites had to go via boyfriend cause you never know with families. My sib tried to kill me all the time, I said. They stare at him, he nods and says last time involved hanging.
I guess they took this as encouragement, cause then there was running and chasing and I went in my part of the house and bolted the door (with big sliding flat bolts that nonetheless seemed rather flimsy at the time) and jammed a chair under the handle. They shout through the door they have a gun; I yell back "then you're a fucking numbskull!"
They shoot the door around the lock. Which isn't immediately effective, there being bolts left. I shout back I have a gun too, "cause you're not the only fucking numbskulls in the building." Well, hadn't left myself much room with that one. Meantime I'm trying to get the phone to work but it's just making random numbers and hissing.
Then one of them breaks in, and then it gets odd. She says the gun isn't dangerous, and points it at her own leg, so immediately I press down on it until the trigger pulls. And of course she shoots herself in the leg. Which is enough of a surprise I can grab the gun and make the bullets fall out the handle.
After that I get out the window and yell help and run away. There's a lot of taxi drivers look on with great interest, but not a whole hell of a lot of actual help in evidence.
One of them looked like that guy from Four Weddings who did that crime show later. He was the ghost obsessed one. Also the only recogniseable actor in the whole thing, everyone else was originals.
In conclusion: Nice flat, nice boyfriend, shame about the attempted homicide.