The Dream That Woke Me
Feb. 17th, 2010 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzI've often said that my dreams rarely wake me up and my nightmares rarely bother me. Well, I spoke too soon, because last night's had me awake and heart-racing at 12:14 AM.
In the dream, I found myself walking with a large backpack near the ball fields where I used to play baseball back home. I was walking around a familiar curve, when a strange young woman approached me from one of the homes asking where I was going. I told her I was heading to Moore Hill to see my aunt and I was walking from Corbin. I turned to point to the railroad trestle over the creek, as though Corbin was a separate town miles away, when I never actually leave town to get to Moore Hill. She offered me a map and I accepted it, though I knew exactly how to get there.
As I left her, the distance seemed longer, night fell, and I found myself in an odd neighborhood between the two places that was unfamiliar. Somehow I ended up at a youth hostel like they have in Europe. This one had beds on the floor in a large room and I was told I could stay the night. I said that I was very close to where I was heading and begged off. Just then the lights went out and someone made a grab for me. I slipped away from him, but a smaller teenager near me was killed by an unknown assailant.
I jumped out of the hostel between what seemed like two slats in a fence and began running though the well-lit neighborhood. As I slowed my pace, I saw several of the neighbors come running toward the hostel along with sirens and flashing lights. Normally, this would be a sign that everyone was concerned that someone got killed, but it felt like they were concerned that someone had escaped, namely me. Strangely, everyone seemed to ignore me and I walked away from the scene.
I ended up at some club/bar along the way. I went inside and the place was relatively deserted. The whole place was tiled and I want to think that the colors were red, white and black. I thought having a tiled place was strange, but that it was a maybe theme bar. Some drunk was out of sight singing karaoke badly. I roamed from room to room and remember very few people being in it.
As I was leaving, three men stopped me to ask if I was driving one of the semi-trucks next to the building. He showed me an open semi through what looked like an escape hatch in the wall. I told him that mine was the one parked behind it (beats me why).
He said that "Dedgar" would help me there. I asked him who he said and he repeated the name as "Edgar" this round. This got my hackles raised, like he had misspoke Edgar's ominous nickname. My "truck" pulled up, passenger side open, visible through the hatch. Some young Hispanic guy crawled into the truck first and crouched down between the seats.
I heard "Dedgar" yell something from the driver's side. Fearing this was some trick to get me to stick my head through the open window, I grabbed the Hispanic guy and pushed him up to the window. Sure enough, like something from a Saw-movie, something heavy like a sledge-hammer came flying up and took his head off. I now realized the Hispanic guy's job, to push the body out and probably move the truck. I pushed the body out of the truck, started it up, and drove forward, realizing I was going to have to navigate the big rig through the neighborhood streets, but sensing that someone, maybe Dedgar was hanging on the truck as it drove away. And then I woke up, heart pounding.
My iPhone said it was 12:14 AM, I'd been asleep for less than 90 minutes. It took a few minutes to calm myself back down before I rolled over again. I thought it was ironic that the only true thing in the dream was that I could start a semi and actually get it moving, this I learned as a kid from my dad, a life-long truck driver.
In reviewing the dream now, I see the club for what it was, the second chance to get the kill if the victim escaped from the hostel. Maybe that is why the neighbors ignored me. And the reason for the tiled bar? Simple... it's easier to clean.
I never thought I'd say it, but maybe I've been watching too many horror movies. Maybe it's time to add some comedies to the Netflix queue.
In the dream, I found myself walking with a large backpack near the ball fields where I used to play baseball back home. I was walking around a familiar curve, when a strange young woman approached me from one of the homes asking where I was going. I told her I was heading to Moore Hill to see my aunt and I was walking from Corbin. I turned to point to the railroad trestle over the creek, as though Corbin was a separate town miles away, when I never actually leave town to get to Moore Hill. She offered me a map and I accepted it, though I knew exactly how to get there.
As I left her, the distance seemed longer, night fell, and I found myself in an odd neighborhood between the two places that was unfamiliar. Somehow I ended up at a youth hostel like they have in Europe. This one had beds on the floor in a large room and I was told I could stay the night. I said that I was very close to where I was heading and begged off. Just then the lights went out and someone made a grab for me. I slipped away from him, but a smaller teenager near me was killed by an unknown assailant.
I jumped out of the hostel between what seemed like two slats in a fence and began running though the well-lit neighborhood. As I slowed my pace, I saw several of the neighbors come running toward the hostel along with sirens and flashing lights. Normally, this would be a sign that everyone was concerned that someone got killed, but it felt like they were concerned that someone had escaped, namely me. Strangely, everyone seemed to ignore me and I walked away from the scene.
I ended up at some club/bar along the way. I went inside and the place was relatively deserted. The whole place was tiled and I want to think that the colors were red, white and black. I thought having a tiled place was strange, but that it was a maybe theme bar. Some drunk was out of sight singing karaoke badly. I roamed from room to room and remember very few people being in it.
As I was leaving, three men stopped me to ask if I was driving one of the semi-trucks next to the building. He showed me an open semi through what looked like an escape hatch in the wall. I told him that mine was the one parked behind it (beats me why).
He said that "Dedgar" would help me there. I asked him who he said and he repeated the name as "Edgar" this round. This got my hackles raised, like he had misspoke Edgar's ominous nickname. My "truck" pulled up, passenger side open, visible through the hatch. Some young Hispanic guy crawled into the truck first and crouched down between the seats.
I heard "Dedgar" yell something from the driver's side. Fearing this was some trick to get me to stick my head through the open window, I grabbed the Hispanic guy and pushed him up to the window. Sure enough, like something from a Saw-movie, something heavy like a sledge-hammer came flying up and took his head off. I now realized the Hispanic guy's job, to push the body out and probably move the truck. I pushed the body out of the truck, started it up, and drove forward, realizing I was going to have to navigate the big rig through the neighborhood streets, but sensing that someone, maybe Dedgar was hanging on the truck as it drove away. And then I woke up, heart pounding.
My iPhone said it was 12:14 AM, I'd been asleep for less than 90 minutes. It took a few minutes to calm myself back down before I rolled over again. I thought it was ironic that the only true thing in the dream was that I could start a semi and actually get it moving, this I learned as a kid from my dad, a life-long truck driver.
In reviewing the dream now, I see the club for what it was, the second chance to get the kill if the victim escaped from the hostel. Maybe that is why the neighbors ignored me. And the reason for the tiled bar? Simple... it's easier to clean.
I never thought I'd say it, but maybe I've been watching too many horror movies. Maybe it's time to add some comedies to the Netflix queue.
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Date: 2010-02-17 02:26 pm (UTC)HUGS!
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