Two Delayed Dreams
Some time ago I had a dream that I always meant to write down, but shall do so now:
I dreamt that I was first working for, then in competition with the Maffia, or some other criminal organization. I worked with stealing cars and then repainting them for sale. We hid in a car wash building, and used it as our premisis. When I became more abitious, and became in competition with the Maffia (just by cutting in on their deals, I suppose) they planned to take me out.
One day the girl who operated the car wash with me (and was part of the Maffia) and a guy I worked with (who took the appearance of Timmy Hamon) tried to escort me to a new car we had just repainted. They said they wanted me to try it out, but somehow I knew all along that it was rigged to kill me.
As we walked from one garage to the line of cars outside the main building, the girl began to cry. By this I knew she was doing what she was doing against her will, but knew better than to disobey orders. However, when we closed in on the car last in line to be repainted, I attempted to jump in and drive off, thinking I could get away.
However, Tim proved to be a nuiscance and blocked my escape for some time as the girl ran after me, trying to detonate the car when i was near.
Eventually I wrecked the car I was in while doing doughnuts in the parking lot (trying to avoid Tim), and made a run for it.
As I passed the car that was rigged, the girl blew the bomb, which sent me flying through the air (probably 20 feet up). Unfortunently, in her haste to kill me, she didn't realize she was in the blast range, and she was killed.
I was thrown over the main building, over the road and onto the shoulder of the road on the opposite side of the street.
I remember getting up aching and walking down the road, which lead to some unknown place, but to some place away from the Maffia...though I seemed pretty confident of revenge.
I dreamt that I was first working for, then in competition with the Maffia, or some other criminal organization. I worked with stealing cars and then repainting them for sale. We hid in a car wash building, and used it as our premisis. When I became more abitious, and became in competition with the Maffia (just by cutting in on their deals, I suppose) they planned to take me out.
One day the girl who operated the car wash with me (and was part of the Maffia) and a guy I worked with (who took the appearance of Timmy Hamon) tried to escort me to a new car we had just repainted. They said they wanted me to try it out, but somehow I knew all along that it was rigged to kill me.
As we walked from one garage to the line of cars outside the main building, the girl began to cry. By this I knew she was doing what she was doing against her will, but knew better than to disobey orders. However, when we closed in on the car last in line to be repainted, I attempted to jump in and drive off, thinking I could get away.
However, Tim proved to be a nuiscance and blocked my escape for some time as the girl ran after me, trying to detonate the car when i was near.
Eventually I wrecked the car I was in while doing doughnuts in the parking lot (trying to avoid Tim), and made a run for it.
As I passed the car that was rigged, the girl blew the bomb, which sent me flying through the air (probably 20 feet up). Unfortunently, in her haste to kill me, she didn't realize she was in the blast range, and she was killed.
I was thrown over the main building, over the road and onto the shoulder of the road on the opposite side of the street.
I remember getting up aching and walking down the road, which lead to some unknown place, but to some place away from the Maffia...though I seemed pretty confident of revenge.