Lois und Clark Themen
One of those dreams that doesn't connect to life whatsoever. It appropriated characters from Superman & Lois. I was in Jordan's head so when I say "I" I mean Jordan because it's just easier that way.
We were in a house,bit was set up on a hill, single story, and had a large three car garage. It was night and winter, there was snow outside. I went out to the garage for some reason I forget and there was someone in there. It was a teenager, a bully who for some reason thought he should come to the house to continue said bullying. I tried to shut the garage on him, but the buttons weren't working and it kept stopping and starting. I got the feeling that there was more going on here than a visit from the local bully and hollered for Clark to help. I went to warn Johnathan who was still in the shower.
The lights went off. Clark had disappeared somewhere, we assume fighting whatever Big Bad was behind this. I had to block the door to our room. The bully's dad was apparently involved and he had extra strength. He nearly pushed the door off the hinges and I yelled at Johnathan to hurry up. I'm watching the door separating from the wall and feeling the door itself bend and push into me as the man tried to figure out where I was bracing against the door so I kept shifting my position to avoid him, unsure if he had some sort of weapon that would cut through the door and into me if he knew exactlt where I was. John just barely got the window open as the man pushed me and the door out of the way. We bolted out the window and ran around to the garage to get one of the cars. We climbed in a '68 Mustang, it was blue with a white vinyl top. I couldn't get it started and Johnathan was now yelling at me to get it going. We ended up pushing it off down the driveway. Thankfully the man wasn't extra fast and we rolled slowly down the drive and onto the road as I tried to get the engine to turn over. I checked for a kill switch, it was in place, then fumbled for a choke, but had a hard time coordinating steering, turning the key, and pulling the choke out at the same time.
We got off the road at one point and the bully somehow caught up with us. He apologized profusely, said he realized his dad was nuts and wanted to flee with us. We let him climb in through Johnathan's window and we pushed off down this insane snowy hill. The engine thought about turning over as we zipped down the hill and we managed to get back on the road. By then snow was blowing and we were dodging headlights as we zipped down the hill. No engine meant no downshifting to slow the car down and snow-covered roads mean brakes didn't help much either. I somehow managed to navigate without hitting anything and woke up.
We were in a house,bit was set up on a hill, single story, and had a large three car garage. It was night and winter, there was snow outside. I went out to the garage for some reason I forget and there was someone in there. It was a teenager, a bully who for some reason thought he should come to the house to continue said bullying. I tried to shut the garage on him, but the buttons weren't working and it kept stopping and starting. I got the feeling that there was more going on here than a visit from the local bully and hollered for Clark to help. I went to warn Johnathan who was still in the shower.
The lights went off. Clark had disappeared somewhere, we assume fighting whatever Big Bad was behind this. I had to block the door to our room. The bully's dad was apparently involved and he had extra strength. He nearly pushed the door off the hinges and I yelled at Johnathan to hurry up. I'm watching the door separating from the wall and feeling the door itself bend and push into me as the man tried to figure out where I was bracing against the door so I kept shifting my position to avoid him, unsure if he had some sort of weapon that would cut through the door and into me if he knew exactlt where I was. John just barely got the window open as the man pushed me and the door out of the way. We bolted out the window and ran around to the garage to get one of the cars. We climbed in a '68 Mustang, it was blue with a white vinyl top. I couldn't get it started and Johnathan was now yelling at me to get it going. We ended up pushing it off down the driveway. Thankfully the man wasn't extra fast and we rolled slowly down the drive and onto the road as I tried to get the engine to turn over. I checked for a kill switch, it was in place, then fumbled for a choke, but had a hard time coordinating steering, turning the key, and pulling the choke out at the same time.
We got off the road at one point and the bully somehow caught up with us. He apologized profusely, said he realized his dad was nuts and wanted to flee with us. We let him climb in through Johnathan's window and we pushed off down this insane snowy hill. The engine thought about turning over as we zipped down the hill and we managed to get back on the road. By then snow was blowing and we were dodging headlights as we zipped down the hill. No engine meant no downshifting to slow the car down and snow-covered roads mean brakes didn't help much either. I somehow managed to navigate without hitting anything and woke up.