Dream Diary: 1 June 2008

my dream, as i told it to my friend Richie:

i dreamt you were walking in a dark part of the city, alone. some construction workers started tracking you. they wanted to rape you. they were deadset on catching you, dead serious. they chased you through piers and warehouses--it was like a Sin City chase. you jumped over fences and walls, crawled through gates and doors and windows, and still they were on your tail.

then you found one of those trucks, the type to which you attach a ten-wheeler trailer. you stole the truck, and drove off. but they found a smaller truck, and drove after you.

you drove to my mother's house in Antipolo for refuge. we hid you, but the truck you stole was still outside. the men followed you to our house, and they started beating down our heavy gate. i bolted it and leaned against it, but they were somehow able to push the gate hard enough to ruin the bolt. three of us were leaning on it, but there were more of them, and they were pushing resolutely.

they resorted to getting tools from their truck, and taking our gate apart. then i realized they might try our garage gate, so i ran to try and lock that.

when you were running from the men, it was night. very dark: shadows, dim lighting, with lampposts few and far between. but when you were at my house, it was morning. not bright and sunny, but early morning, like sunrise.

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Oneal said, we just saw Richie last week, and now you're dreaming about him?