non-lucid

I was at a friend’s house expecting more company, and sure enough there was a knock at the door and as I went to answer it, a very old friend of mine appeared pushing a pram (she doesn’t have a kid) and gave me a coupon to go and get her some fajita spice mix from the garage up the hill. I went to ask another friend of mine(her actual ex-boyfriend as it so happens) who was already in the house for a lift, but he gave me some excuse as to why he couldn’t.

I walked about what was a combination of my town and my home village for a while until I stumbled upon my Dad’s black BMW with him and his old business partner inside. They haven’t spoken in perhaps six years because his ex-partner stole money and clients from my dad, but there he was sitting in my Dad’s car explaining why he had done all those things.

Instinctively I thought it best to avoid them. And as I attempted to, Dad drove up next to me and told me to get in the car. I could tell he was mad, and when he started to drive out into the country, it was fast and reckless until he veered off the road and started speeding through fields and fences, while the barriers offered as much resistance as a sheet of cotton wool.

Dad mentioned something about how the farmers won’t mind due to the cause of his anger, and then proceeded to speed off of a cliff towards the sea. I’m freaking out at this point and yelling at him in the car, so in mid-air, he starts reversing which somehow manages to back us up to the edge of a lake. I continue to freak out at my dad, demanding to know why he almost killed me, never mind himself, and he just dismisses me saying we wouldn’t have died.

I empty my pockets and exit the car, slamming the door, and go down to the waterfront where there’s baby ducks playing who aren’t afraid of me, so they let me pet them. Dad then drives off at this point, and leaves me with no phone, no money, and no bloody idea as to where I am.

I stop playing with the fuzzy ducklings and look about; there’s an electrical shop situated a little back from the lake’s shore, so I wonder over and explain to the manager I’m lost and would like to know what time the next bus is due in the area so I can’t get home. I think he told me 16:45, but I can’t remember exactly, and then I asked him if he knew how much the bus would be to which he replied “ninety eight depleted plutonium” and showed me these little dull green coins in the palm of his hand while saying “two away from a hundred”.

I’m not looking for someone to ask who I can either earn or borrow enough currency to get the bus back home, and come across a female store clerk who I cannot picture nor pin a name to, unloading washing machines from the back of a delivery truck. I decide to buy one, but can’t figure out how to explain I have no money.

She chats to me as she wheels my purchase out on a barrow, and we get as far as gym equipment before she starts quizzing me as to if I have a lounge chair which allows me to lift weights, and they have a guy there demonstrating how the chair’s arms allow for comfortable weight lifting while you’re watching the TV. I turn back to the clerk, and find that she has plugged my washing machine into the mains and switched it on. I’m thinking “how the bloody hell do I tell her I can’t pay for this?” when my new purchase starts emitting a colourless gas. I told the clerk she shouldn’t have plugged it in and we go and hide around the corner where she laughs sheepishly at her mistake.

We’re hiding in a long corridor which is quite dark and cold, and the wind starts to pick up outside. The roof suddenly flies off and I start wishing my dad was there. I also somehow changed genders at this point as I was dressed as a Victorian pauper boy. Gary Oldman then appears, dressed in his posh Victorian getup from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and tells me to get out of the building. There’s a little pier thing by the lake’s shore, which I and the ducklings are hiding behind as this dream pans into a bird’s eye perspective of this huge tornado/waterspout combination rips the roof off of the electrical store.

Everything goes calm again for a moment; the windy water funnel completely dissipates, and there’s a man standing in the middle of the fray with a contraption around him which resembles Darwin’s water breathing apparatus from Hellboy. From the centre of that contraption, another water vortex erupts from it. The details get fuzzy here, but Mr Oldman manages to thwart this evil villain by some means, and he and I go down to the shore of the lake and start playing with the baby duckies again. Only water rats have now joined them as their friends and they all start swimming off into the sunset, at which point the lake then decides to not be a lake but a VERY long puddle. The chief rat’s name is Ghandi, and I’d like to point out that while he was supposed to be, Mr Oldman looks nothing like my father.