Dreams
Every so often I have a dream that just makes me go "huh." Last night was one such dream.
I was parked in a Bad Part of Town. Not only was I parked in this questionable-but-generic area, but I was parked with my doors unlocked and *left open*. All of them. By the time I noticed this, my car had been ransacked, and one ransacker was standing at the driver's door digging for spare change. I was stood there at the passenger side calling someone on my phone to chat about it (because what would *you* do, parked in a Bad Part of Town with your car wide open and being looted?), two guys walked up in trademark Bad News clothes - rough-shaven, beat-up baseball cap on backwards, wife-beater and worn/torn jeans walk up behind me, and one pulls a knife. Next thing I know, I feel the sharp point of the knife against my back.
(I know this is probably stressing some of y'all out, so in the interests of saving you the nervousness and anxiety which are already far too prevalent in our society, let me take a moment to say the following:
I do not get stabbed. In fact, nobody gets stabbed or killed, and in fact this whole ordeal leads to a semi-happy ending, at least from my perspective. I do not in any way classify this as a nightmare - just a weird, weird dream.)
I produce my money, and am told by Knife Guy to get down underneath my car. I do so. Knife Guy then growls and walks away, down the sidewalk.
I crouch up (apparently, in Dreamland, my Saturn has ground clearance like unto that of an 18-wheeler. Perhaps I should talk to Ryan about getting that mod done in real life, as it is very convenient to have that kind of space when preparing to leap out and attack a mugger in a Bad Part of Town), and then leap at the guy's legs, taking him down hard. We both get up, and then I proceed to deliver the Beatdown of the Century on this poorly-dressed sod. I mean, I whipped this punk. This punk, who, by the way, had a face that was a cross between Jason Kristodoulou and Orlando Bloom, but more in need of a shave than either of them. Well, before the whuppin' anyway.
In Dreamland, I am a bad ass. Yes. It is true. In Dreamland, there is one very fucked-up Knife Guy trying to put his bones back in place near a pair of skidmarks and a rather distraught car burglar.
I'm sure Jung would have something to say about this dream. For my part, I just have this: if you dream about mugging me at knife point, know that you will get your dream-mugger ass kicked. Because, I am a bad ass.
I was parked in a Bad Part of Town. Not only was I parked in this questionable-but-generic area, but I was parked with my doors unlocked and *left open*. All of them. By the time I noticed this, my car had been ransacked, and one ransacker was standing at the driver's door digging for spare change. I was stood there at the passenger side calling someone on my phone to chat about it (because what would *you* do, parked in a Bad Part of Town with your car wide open and being looted?), two guys walked up in trademark Bad News clothes - rough-shaven, beat-up baseball cap on backwards, wife-beater and worn/torn jeans walk up behind me, and one pulls a knife. Next thing I know, I feel the sharp point of the knife against my back.
(I know this is probably stressing some of y'all out, so in the interests of saving you the nervousness and anxiety which are already far too prevalent in our society, let me take a moment to say the following:
I do not get stabbed. In fact, nobody gets stabbed or killed, and in fact this whole ordeal leads to a semi-happy ending, at least from my perspective. I do not in any way classify this as a nightmare - just a weird, weird dream.)
I produce my money, and am told by Knife Guy to get down underneath my car. I do so. Knife Guy then growls and walks away, down the sidewalk.
I crouch up (apparently, in Dreamland, my Saturn has ground clearance like unto that of an 18-wheeler. Perhaps I should talk to Ryan about getting that mod done in real life, as it is very convenient to have that kind of space when preparing to leap out and attack a mugger in a Bad Part of Town), and then leap at the guy's legs, taking him down hard. We both get up, and then I proceed to deliver the Beatdown of the Century on this poorly-dressed sod. I mean, I whipped this punk. This punk, who, by the way, had a face that was a cross between Jason Kristodoulou and Orlando Bloom, but more in need of a shave than either of them. Well, before the whuppin' anyway.
In Dreamland, I am a bad ass. Yes. It is true. In Dreamland, there is one very fucked-up Knife Guy trying to put his bones back in place near a pair of skidmarks and a rather distraught car burglar.
I'm sure Jung would have something to say about this dream. For my part, I just have this: if you dream about mugging me at knife point, know that you will get your dream-mugger ass kicked. Because, I am a bad ass.