The Dream
Cut to part three: a town with no music.
I looked like I feel from the 80s-“colorful” sweater that looked like a clown had thrown up on it, longish tightly curled hair with no bangs and I was wearing those jeans that taper at the ankle. I don’t remember if I had glasses in this part of the dream or not but I can tell you that I did have them in part one and I was without in part two.
This dream segment was more muddled than the rest. No only that but the first two parts I experienced from inside my body (a little of that lost in the beginning of part two). This third part occurred like I was watching a movie (more like a bad Degrassi High special to be honest. >=P).
There was color here--more bold and more variety of it; tall cool deep green trees lined the quiet dark grey uncracked road with a red worn down brick wall across the street and haphazard cement on top of that to level it off.
It was a rural place. Houses not as big and not as old ad suburbia but still antique in their own right and Victorian-esque. It was…quiet…peaceful.
I had a brother in this part of the dream. He was 14 or 15 years old, tall but not lanky and always wore black and a trench coat. Not because he wanted to be pseudo-gothic or anything so fake, but because black was the lack of color that he looked best in. And he knew it. He was a charming, levelheaded, intelligent little brother.
The sun was behind the huge tree line so the trees looked sun-dappled and the street was all lightly shadowed. I was on the grass in front of the house (two storied, deep cream colored and nicely painted) on my knees, sorting through stuff in movers boxes. The sun was bright but still cool and the house was on a slight hill with the slope running parallel to the flat straight road.
A cream car-like Dick Tracey’s but boxier-came driving by at about 50 mph and threw a crumpled up ball of paper at me. The ball was tight and flew much better than one sheet of paper could really fly, but I guess I never saw the car eventhough everything had been silent and I was sitting 20 feet away from the curb. I yelled at my brother, thinking it had been him since he was the only other person around (despite the fact that he was thirty feet up the sidewalk with his back to and the ball of paper hit me from an angle impossible for him to throw at). The ball flew more like a wiffle ball than paper and hit him lightly in the back. He turned with a, “What the heck?!”
We started talking about the paper, where it could have come from, what it meant and such. I can’t remember exactly what the paper said but it was something about this town he and I just moved to being a musicless town.
Suddenly, there was a round-faced, fair-skinned, fuzzy-haired boy wearing a plain red tee shirt and blue jeans standing in the middle of the road. We didn’t see him until he yelled to us. We stopped arguing and looked at him.
This boy was alone and took it upon himself to explain the no music thing to us. Whenever someone sang, hummed or played music, something bad would happen. Suddenly I ‘realized’ that this boy in the read shirt had two bodyguard type men with him. They wore dark sandy tee shirt and khaki pants with plastic nametags on which I couldn’t read. I couldn’t even tell if there was anything written on them but even though I was on the ground, I could see them from a bird’s eye view.
Without warning my brother and I found ourselves standing in very close proximity to the red-shirted boy with the cop-like characters on either side. The boy, to prove his point, began to sing. A man popped up from behind a car on parked on the side of the road (which also had mysteriously materialized there) and shot at all of us. One of the cops rolled over the hood of the car and took him out. We appeared at an intersection and a car, came from nowhere at an incredible speed and tried to hit us. It took a bodyguard to the hood but he rolled and landing on his feet on the other side. The two men that followed the boy were trained for anything it seemed. And all this time the boy was humming and making sounds, trying to get my brother and I killed. But not with that true intention. His guards were trained to handle anything.
Things started to get hazy and fade, until I woke up with no ending of this dream to speak of.