The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

04.01.2013

Mugged (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was pretty intense and vivid, and I woke up with a racing heartbeat. Exciting though.


I'm on a bus with my bags and bedding on the seat next to me. The bus is about a quarter full.

A man that I feel I've seen before [in a previous dream, perhaps?] gets on and tries to sit next to me, despite the countless empty seats elsewhere. He's large, dirty and wears a wedding ring on a purple, frost-bite-looking finger.

I resist, pushing my bags against him, as I suspect he's up to something. I begin to think he may be intending to beg, and feel bad, thinking people might judge me for denying a poor beggar.

Within seconds, however, I see that he's managed to get my phone, iPod and wallet and is hiding them between his legs. I grab my wallet, falling over him into the aisle, shouting

"This man is trying to rob me, someone please help"

People gasp, but don't move. I drop my wallet at the feet of a man in the middle back seat, who slips it into his bag. I give him a look of thanks, knowing I can trust him to give it back to me later.

I get up on my knees and look at the mugger, contemplating fighting him. The feeling that he'd win easily suddenly washes over me, and he explains that stronger people have tried and failed, and he now seems extremely confident.

As I begin to walk away, I find my feet (metaphorically speaking) and turn round to say

"I'm not the biggest fan of the police, but I'm pretty sure that they're very good at their jobs, and pretty soon they WILL get you. And when they do, rest assured that I'll ask them to give you a right kick in the balls from me!"

and walk off the bus to the sound of everyone cheering.


For some reason I soon get back on the bus for the remainder of my journey, and head back upstairs, avoiding the mugger who now sits comfortably at the back. The rest of the passengers sit in fear.

While looking out the window, I get a tap on the shoulder. The mugger offers me my phone, and I scowl at him, trying to figure out his angle, but he tells me it's ringing.

I answer it to my mum, but it's just an answerphone message, and I think to myself I'll ring her later. I give the phone back to the mugger, who's now walking about the top floor, talking one-sidedly to the frightened passengers.

As I go down the stairs I overhear him saying it's only 2 stops until Nottingham Street [not sure if that's a real place, but I was recently in Nottingham for New Years], and I come to the assumption that that's where he's getting off. I now know where to tell the police to find him.

I wait til the bus reaches its next stop and plan to sprint towards the crowded center of town that we'd just driven through. However, when I end up getting off the bus I instead begin writing down the events, as if in a dream journal so that I won't forget, as well as drawing an amazingly detailed picture of an abstract eye.

Remembering my initial plan, I get my phone out (which is mysteriously back in my possession) and ring 999. I ask for the police, but can't hear the man on the other end, who asks a series of irrelevant questions. The line eventually breaks up.

I contemplate ringing back, but I decide it's too late [time starts to merge as I begin to wake up].

Looks like he got away with it.

28.07.2012

Clara, Cage Club & The Colossus (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm at the entrance to a club on my own, as my friends are already inside. I start talking to a girl in a queue and we go in together.

The club is huge, and 'decorated' with cage fences, chains and other metallic instruments; it's pretty cool and looks like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.

I try to keep up with the girl I've just met while making our way through the crowd. She gets to the other side before me, and grabs a drink. She comes back towards me but stops at a pool table, where someone's setting up a game. She disrupts it by hitting a few balls aimlessly, before celebrating by singing Slipknot's Before I Forget into the pool cue. I watch, amused, and decide to approach her again.

We start talking and I learn her name is Clara, and it's going well until she tells me she feels ill. I ask if she's had too much to drink, but she hasn't, and I decide it must be from there being too many people in the club.

I escort her to the toilet, but not before she throws up on a few people. Everyone watches, assuming she's wasted and that I'm looking to score a drunk chick, but I find it quite amusing.

Contrary to the theme of the club, the toilets resemble large converted barns, and we explore various doors like excited children. We decide to leave, making our way through the now-empty club, my arm around her. We bump into her mum and baby brother, and walk home together.

While walking down hill along a road, I notice a colossus at the far end walking in our direction [I've been playing a bit of Age of Mythology recently] and the mum jokes that we won't have an easy time walking past it. I explain it's probably a bit more serious than that, and with that, the colossus begins to create a ball of energy in its hands.

I leap over a low wall to our left, urging the others to the same, and we sprint as fast as we can across a park. The colossus releases the ball of energy as a beam into some cars, obliterating them.

Running for our life, the other 3 overtake me, and all I can do is watch as the colossus gets them with a second beam of energy. I run to the mum first, who only has an injured foot.

Unfortunately, Clara isn't so lucky, and as I approach her, she turns over, revealing melted skin, deformed limbs and a lot of blood. [Such a nice dream took such a grim turn]

I run to a nearby public toilet for protection and to collect my thoughts. Once I've caught my breath, I venture out, sprinting to cover behind a low wall. The colossus is now a bus, operated by evil men who I overhear talking about destroying the whole area.

I make my final dash to an old mansion in the middle of the park, just as the doors are closing. I urgently bang on them, pleading for them to let me in, which they do. Just for the end of the dream I notice the skin of the men that let me in, peeling after a short exposure to the colossus' energy.

Really good recall for my last dream of the night, but should have written my second down as soon as I woke up as it's only in fragments:

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22/4/12

All I remember is having to sing a Coldplay song with some uni friends to a large crowd on a beach. At some point during our performance, the song changes to a horribly cheesy 80s song, at which point I decided to wake myself up.

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I'm driving around to various places, picking up things to pack in my suitcase for going away. At a particular friend's house I walk in on a house party, and I remember seeing a large table with Gameboys belonging to everyone there. I see mine, next to Pokemon Crystal, and pack both.

Later, while driving to the station with my mum, I invite a hitch hiker into the car. Only once we arrive does my mum notice, despite not being hidden, and worries that he could be dangerous. I assure her he's harmless, but he has to leave nonetheless.

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The dream began as a transition from showing someone a Cannibal Corpse video on YouTube, to magically appearing in the middle of the mosh pit. Despite not liking Cannibal Corpse that much, I join in with the moshing, but see a girl get hit square in the face. I offer to take her to the toilet as she's got a nose bleed.

She explains that her nose ring has fallen out [something which happened to a flatmate of mine recently] but is eager to get back into the pit [my kind of girl!]. Just as we arrive at the edge of the crowd, however, I see a dodgy-looking man injecting people in the back without them noticing.

Outraged, I run up to him and smash his last syringe on my hand [thinking I can use the contents as evidence later].

"You're gonna get shanked!"

he shouts as I run to find a security guard. When I do, he walks past in a guards uniform, trying to look inconspicuous. It doesn't work and he gets carted off to jail.

However, I'm told I need to go as well to fill out paperwork or whatever. This wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't made to be escorted by a friend of the jailed man.

In the car I am practically shitting myself, as the driver is twice as menacing as his friend that I just incarcerated. I almost apologise but suddenly feel a pain in my lower back, and wonder if I had been injected as well.

I'm later on a train, still with the driver, which turns into a holocaust simulation. We arrive at a stage, where a 15 year old starts a presentation about it. The rest of the dream continues as me being at school, but is rather mundane, so I won't write it here.