Dream Time
I awoke at 9:30ish.. then dozed off again. during that space of time, this is what i dreamt.
I was walkin' down this alleyway that for some reason sloped down towards a shore. Huddled by a garage (it was one of those residential kinda alleyways, not like in the movies) were two men, kinda grapplin' each other. the smaller, rougher, grizzlier one with the incredibly grizzled lookin' beard was holdin' the taller leaner one and thusly contorting him down to his level while whisperin' into his ear (picture grecian urn depictions of two greek guys wrestling. but with hobos) . well.. as if i had wished it, the grizzled guy pulls out a knife (just as i thought that he might do such a thing) and stabs the tall guy. But i'm halfway down this alleyway, and i can see the shore. And then it occurse to me that i'm a witness to this. Therefore, i'm a target. This guy has every reason to want to kill me. And on cue, i start hurredly walkin' down the shore line, turnin' right, followed hot on my heels by that grizzled guy. But i've got a head start, and then i dart up a staircase that i assume leads to the principals office, therefore providing me with sanctuary (cause no ones gonna stab you if you're in the vicinity of the principal, right?).. and i'm bounding up those steps, realizing that i'm not resting, and therefore not breathing right, and the steps keep going, but i know he's behind me, and its bright and sunny out (a little too bright) and then i start to white out........
And i wake with a start, my heart is pounding, and i have to catch my breath.
This isn't the first time i've whited out, though its the first time i've had that happen in dream form.
The moral: don't run away from hobos. Fight them head on.
I was walkin' down this alleyway that for some reason sloped down towards a shore. Huddled by a garage (it was one of those residential kinda alleyways, not like in the movies) were two men, kinda grapplin' each other. the smaller, rougher, grizzlier one with the incredibly grizzled lookin' beard was holdin' the taller leaner one and thusly contorting him down to his level while whisperin' into his ear (picture grecian urn depictions of two greek guys wrestling. but with hobos) . well.. as if i had wished it, the grizzled guy pulls out a knife (just as i thought that he might do such a thing) and stabs the tall guy. But i'm halfway down this alleyway, and i can see the shore. And then it occurse to me that i'm a witness to this. Therefore, i'm a target. This guy has every reason to want to kill me. And on cue, i start hurredly walkin' down the shore line, turnin' right, followed hot on my heels by that grizzled guy. But i've got a head start, and then i dart up a staircase that i assume leads to the principals office, therefore providing me with sanctuary (cause no ones gonna stab you if you're in the vicinity of the principal, right?).. and i'm bounding up those steps, realizing that i'm not resting, and therefore not breathing right, and the steps keep going, but i know he's behind me, and its bright and sunny out (a little too bright) and then i start to white out........
And i wake with a start, my heart is pounding, and i have to catch my breath.
This isn't the first time i've whited out, though its the first time i've had that happen in dream form.
The moral: don't run away from hobos. Fight them head on.