Crazy Vibrant Dream
This may not be entirely coherent because I just woke up from one of the most vivid and disturbing dreams of my life. My heart is still pounding and I want to remember as many details as I can so I'm writing them down before I forget too much.
So for whatever reason I'm an inner city black kid, maybe 18 or so. I've got a girlfriend that I love and for whatever reason I got on the bad side of some thug. She and I are in some parking garage, in an office of some kind. It was like a furnished office with windows in the middle of this parking garage. I don't know if I stepped out or in the doorway or what, but I saw the thug approaching with two of his toughs and I only had time to duck around the corner.
I knew things were going to be bad, so I immediately called 911 on a payphone right around the corner and peeked into the window. I think I'd gotten some warning off to my girlfriend so she knew he was coming but she didn't have time to run. As I'm on the phone with the operator he comes in and immediately gets violent. His first act is to stab the woman whose office this is in the chest. He stabbed her THROUGH the chest, through the sternum and I actually saw the knife emerge from the other side.
This sent me into full on panic and fear mode and I'm talking to this 911 operator and telling her that this woman was just killed and "Oh my god I saw the knife come out the other side" and whatnot. And she's doing that calm voice thing that must aggravate the piss out of someone in my mindset because it seemed like she wasn't doing shit. Nothing about sending any police yet or anything.
I can't remember how long I was there, describing the scene, giving them as much information as I could, but at some point I was spotted. Not sure if it was the thug or his two toughs, but he immediately sent the two after me and I dropped the phone and RAN. Never been more terrified in my life.
Can't remember if they had guns or not, but I was juking and dodging as if they did. I think they did as I remember bullet impacts, but they must not have had many rounds or were afraid to use them out in public because they didn't last long.
At some point I came across something like a barricade with two white guys, maybe rent-a-cops? I shouted for help and dove behind some kind barrier with a gun of some kind and we engaged in some weird shootout. I say weird because at some point I realized we were shooting some kind of wussy ass paintballs. Me and the toughs realized this at the same time and they started charging us.
I picked up a heavy ceramic coffee mug and hurled it. Perfect trajectory even. Smashed the big on right in the forehead. He kept grinning and didn't even pause as he continued to come at me. If that didn't even make him pause, I knew I was in trouble, so I ran more.
Out into the streets. I grew up just outside Baltimore and in the dream I knew this was Baltimore, but I didn't recognize any of the buildings or streets. In fact at one point I saw "the harbor" but it was just some water in the middle of the city, as generic as could be. I ran and ran and ran, at some point I think I talked to another 911 operator (and this must have been a while back because there were no cell phones, everything was on payphones).
Eventually I'd circled all the way back around and was approaching the garage again where I saw some cops had finally shown up. It had been like 40 minutes at this point which made me understandably upset, but I was still happy to see them. Somehow they just knew/accepted I was the guy I called, I gave them some non-details and they charged this office.
As we were running down a corridor I remember bloody footsteps and they remarked how it had been more than 30 minutes because they were dry and I was annoyed because I'd said it was like 40 but then the panic kicked in because there was so much blood for these footsteps.
Getting to the last corner they ran ahead but I stopped, even more terrified than when I first ran. I knew my girlfriend was dead and the certainty was just absolutely overwhelming. Couldn't breathe but I could wail in grief at the knowledge, I finally turned the corner.
The police were standing inside, the thug and his toughs were laying in a big pool of blood with my girlfriend and I was balanced between hope and despair as I approached. I don't remember if I saw her move or what but I realized she was alive and the feeling of relief and joy was just overwhelming. To go from the depths of despair and loss to the highs of joy and elation that quickly were just too much.
I ran in and collapsed to my knees next to her and held her and talked to her. I didn't know how badly she was hurt, but she was pretty coherent and happy to see me. I'd assumed she'd been tortured this whole time but there weren't medical personnel there yet either, so... dunno.
At this point I woke up. Usually dreams like this end before the resolution. I'm shocked it didn't end as I was gathering myself before going around that corner. That or as I'm being chased through the parking garage at the beginning. I don't remember one of these super vivid dreams going all the way or if that means anything.
Even after typing everything out my heart is still pounding and my hands are shaking. Need to lie down again but I don't think I'm going back to sleep. Whew.
So for whatever reason I'm an inner city black kid, maybe 18 or so. I've got a girlfriend that I love and for whatever reason I got on the bad side of some thug. She and I are in some parking garage, in an office of some kind. It was like a furnished office with windows in the middle of this parking garage. I don't know if I stepped out or in the doorway or what, but I saw the thug approaching with two of his toughs and I only had time to duck around the corner.
I knew things were going to be bad, so I immediately called 911 on a payphone right around the corner and peeked into the window. I think I'd gotten some warning off to my girlfriend so she knew he was coming but she didn't have time to run. As I'm on the phone with the operator he comes in and immediately gets violent. His first act is to stab the woman whose office this is in the chest. He stabbed her THROUGH the chest, through the sternum and I actually saw the knife emerge from the other side.
This sent me into full on panic and fear mode and I'm talking to this 911 operator and telling her that this woman was just killed and "Oh my god I saw the knife come out the other side" and whatnot. And she's doing that calm voice thing that must aggravate the piss out of someone in my mindset because it seemed like she wasn't doing shit. Nothing about sending any police yet or anything.
I can't remember how long I was there, describing the scene, giving them as much information as I could, but at some point I was spotted. Not sure if it was the thug or his two toughs, but he immediately sent the two after me and I dropped the phone and RAN. Never been more terrified in my life.
Can't remember if they had guns or not, but I was juking and dodging as if they did. I think they did as I remember bullet impacts, but they must not have had many rounds or were afraid to use them out in public because they didn't last long.
At some point I came across something like a barricade with two white guys, maybe rent-a-cops? I shouted for help and dove behind some kind barrier with a gun of some kind and we engaged in some weird shootout. I say weird because at some point I realized we were shooting some kind of wussy ass paintballs. Me and the toughs realized this at the same time and they started charging us.
I picked up a heavy ceramic coffee mug and hurled it. Perfect trajectory even. Smashed the big on right in the forehead. He kept grinning and didn't even pause as he continued to come at me. If that didn't even make him pause, I knew I was in trouble, so I ran more.
Out into the streets. I grew up just outside Baltimore and in the dream I knew this was Baltimore, but I didn't recognize any of the buildings or streets. In fact at one point I saw "the harbor" but it was just some water in the middle of the city, as generic as could be. I ran and ran and ran, at some point I think I talked to another 911 operator (and this must have been a while back because there were no cell phones, everything was on payphones).
Eventually I'd circled all the way back around and was approaching the garage again where I saw some cops had finally shown up. It had been like 40 minutes at this point which made me understandably upset, but I was still happy to see them. Somehow they just knew/accepted I was the guy I called, I gave them some non-details and they charged this office.
As we were running down a corridor I remember bloody footsteps and they remarked how it had been more than 30 minutes because they were dry and I was annoyed because I'd said it was like 40 but then the panic kicked in because there was so much blood for these footsteps.
Getting to the last corner they ran ahead but I stopped, even more terrified than when I first ran. I knew my girlfriend was dead and the certainty was just absolutely overwhelming. Couldn't breathe but I could wail in grief at the knowledge, I finally turned the corner.
The police were standing inside, the thug and his toughs were laying in a big pool of blood with my girlfriend and I was balanced between hope and despair as I approached. I don't remember if I saw her move or what but I realized she was alive and the feeling of relief and joy was just overwhelming. To go from the depths of despair and loss to the highs of joy and elation that quickly were just too much.
I ran in and collapsed to my knees next to her and held her and talked to her. I didn't know how badly she was hurt, but she was pretty coherent and happy to see me. I'd assumed she'd been tortured this whole time but there weren't medical personnel there yet either, so... dunno.
At this point I woke up. Usually dreams like this end before the resolution. I'm shocked it didn't end as I was gathering myself before going around that corner. That or as I'm being chased through the parking garage at the beginning. I don't remember one of these super vivid dreams going all the way or if that means anything.
Even after typing everything out my heart is still pounding and my hands are shaking. Need to lie down again but I don't think I'm going back to sleep. Whew.