The DreamScape
Mood: Surprisingly Sparkle Motion
Listening to: Mimsy music on the radio... DJ get a playlist
There's been strange things going on in this country lately with little children. They're getting kidnapped and killed. One-a-week stuff, but from people who could hardly pay a Patty Hearst kind of ransom.
And then there's my friend who got burgled. He slept through it as they emptied his house. Apparently the guys burn a good old fashioned CD and the fumes knock you out. Quite how they manage to stay awake is a bit of a mystery.
Anyway last night I dreamt I heard a noise in the back garden. I go outside and there's a scene from hell. There are two voodoo-type charachters with a burning fire and burning sticks, one of which has just been driven into my brother's ear. About an inch across and hot. He's on his knees, in serious pain and these guys are evil and nasty.
I get a wee bit upset and pick up a cricket bat to whack them but then they have some type of force-field around them from the smoke, and my bat shatters about a foot from the one chap's head.
Clearly we're all in for the same treatment and I work out running away is a fairly good option at this point. I start off and wake up after running to the front of the house.
Now I'm not sure about it all, but it was pretty nasty. The ineffectual behaviour relates to the CD story. But the burning sticks in my brother's ear was not part of the deal which kind of freaked me out a bit.
It could have something to do with kidnappings, my impending move to the safety of New Zealand or I don't know...
But, my dream shaped my reality this morning and left me a bit shaken. Admittedly not as much as something like that would have in the past... we live in Africa afterall.
But, like I said, memories are real, no matter how they were manfactured, and he mere fact that I am not about to bury my brother does not mean I dodn't see him with a stick hailed into his head this morning.
