Enter the mind of Ladendais

Non-lucid

My memory picks up standing at the back of some sort of police vehicle, similar to a mailman's vehicle. I am speaking to a male police officer who the is in the back of the vehicle sitting on the right side, with another person sitting on the opposite side of the vehicle. Somehow I know that I have just escaped some sort of prison. I have handcuffs on my hands in front of me, and I am hoping that the police officer does not notice them. As the vehicle with the officer inside slowly begins to drive off, the officer notices the handcuffs and begins to stand up yelling at me. I immediately begin to look for an escape route, so I run a few feet to my right and notice a man made rain run off path. As I start to run over to it, I notice that the handcuff on my right hand is loose enough for me to shake off, so I shake off the right cuff. By the time the cuff is off I am at the side of the road looking down into the shallow water running through the path below me. I was thinking that this jump was seriously going to hurt me but I did it any way and I threw myself off the side of the road into the shallow waters below.

As I land I notice that the path is not cement, and there are large amounts of mud below my feet which makes it hard to run. I recover from my fall and I take off down the waterway, as I begin to run I can see the officer off to my left side standing in front of a field full of what appears to be wheat. The officer is pulling out his weapon, and I try my best to run faster. I look at my feet as I attempt to make a get away and I notice that I am wearing black uniform type pants with a nice crease running down them, and they are muddy of course. The police officer is now firing his weapon in my direction, and I can see bullets hitting the water ahead of me as I run. Three or four kids come out of nowhere, and they are running behind me. I think that the officer will now have to stop firing his weapon because of the children, and he stops firing his gun. I then notice that the path I am on branches off, and I tell the children behind me to take the right path, and I decide to take the left path alone.

I venture a bit farther down the path and I notice a rather large city ahead of me. It appears to be very busy, so I think to myself that this is going to be a great place for me to slip away from the police. I climb up over a small cement wall and head for an alley way nearby, the alley is crowded and I notice an opening in the wall off to the left and I enter it. I now find myself in a sort of locker room scene with plenty of showers and people scattered about the entire room. I walk over to a bench, and I take a seat by a man that I apparently knew. I look over to the left and I notice a pair of swimming trunks, and a shirt folded up neatly sitting on the ground. No one near the clothing appears to be the owner, so I ask the man that was apparently my friend sitting next to me to go grab them for me. While my friend goes to grab the clothing, I look back to the right, directly at the entrance to the room I am now in because I was worried that the police were going to come in at any time. I see plenty of people walking by, but one white man with a black eye catches my interest I know him from the prison that I just escaped.

The man with the black eye walks right by the door, he then turns back around and walks into the room that I am currently sitting in. He looks rather happy to see me, and he comes right over to me and sits beside me. I shake hands with him, and then my friend comes over with the clothes so I introduce him to the man with the black eye and I explain to my friend that I know this man from prison. The two begin to talk, and I look down at the swimming trunks and shirt that my friend brought over to me. The swimming trunks are bright orange and they look as if they would be too small for me but I take off my muddy pants and put them on anyway. The trunks seem to fit, and I put on the shirt as well. I tell the man with the black eye that I just escaped prison, and he asks me what I was in for and at that point in time I did not know why I had been put in prison so I asked my friend sitting beside us why I had been taken to prison. My friend tells me that I had gotten caught stealing an Eminem CD from a store, and the man with the black eye laughs at me. The black eyed man then asks me what prison I was in and I tell him that I had no idea what the name was. I then look toward the door worried that the owner of the swimming trunks and shirt will come back looking for his clothes, and I see many people walk past the door but no one decides to come in.

I see a man that resembled an officer, so I asked my friend if he knew if the police were still chasing me. He casually says "No, they stopped chasing you and they said that they were going to get you next time, like they always do." I then notice that a women walks through the door to the locker room without a top on, and I think that this is quite odd. She then walks over to what seemed to be her husband and she seems as if she is quite angry with him as he is packing some clothes into a backpack. I then look to my right, and tell the man with the black eye, who I knew from prison, that I might need some help now that I have escaped. He tells me that him, and his mother, who he points to across the room, would be able to help me with whatever I need. I say alright, and I then tell him that I might need a gun sometime soon. He looks as if he is a bit worried by this, and he tells me that it wouldn't be a problem. He also lets me know that he usually hangs out around the locker room area.

I then awake from my dream.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst riding around town with one of my old friends cousins and he is not exactly a law abiding citizen. We drive around until we think that it would be a good idea to stop by a local gas station to pick up something to drink. We get to the gas station, and he goes inside while I stand outside next to the car. I am texting on my phone, casually looking up every now and then because I seen some pretty good looking ladies standing across the way at the gas station. There are about three of them, and the next thing I know two of the girls walk away and one of them walks toward me. She instantly sparks a conversation and leads me over to the entrance of the gas station. This is where I find out that the girls are not single, and they have about three guys with them. She purposefully led me into a trap.

I am standing in front of the gas station door now, with three other guys starring me down. They all look pretty pissed off and I begin to think that there is no other way to get out of this, other than to fight them. I throw the first punch and it makes its mark, while the two other guys jump on me and start throwing punches. Out of nowhere a person that I have not seen in years came from the back area of the gas station where the cars are supposed to be fueling, and he started in on the fight. At about that time, my old friends cousin came out of the gas station and noticed that a fight was going on so he decided to help as well. The guys were now losing pretty badly, and eventually all three of them where knocked out or laying on the ground in pain. I think about the police.

As soon as the fight is over, the friend I haven't seen in years runs up to me and I tell him that we need to get out of there now because the police will be here soon. My friends cousin jumps in the car and takes off, so we take to the back of the gas station and run through a field headed toward my old apartments. This field is very overgrown with various weeds and such, and I tell him it would be best to just make a mad dash through the middle of the field so the weeds will give us cover. We both begin to run, and we soon end up at my old grandpa's house some how. We run through the back door, and into the house, which is very dark and no one is home. I seem to know at this point that my grandpa no longer lives there. We run out of the front door, and my friend wants to go back into the house to lock the door for the home owners. I tell him that we do not have the time to do that, and I remind him that we need to keep running. He goes back anyway, locks the door, and exits the porch. Just as he jumps off of the porch, the owner drives down the street and sees him jumping off of his property.

He is driving a dark red vehicle, and it is a rather old car. It had apparently just finished raining outside, so the streets were wet and he instantly slammed on his breaks and spun out. He had his wife in the right seat, and he was in the drivers seat on the left side. You could hear him yelling out of his window after he seen us begin to run when he spun out. He instantly slammed the car into reverse and caught up with us down the road. I was on the right side of the street, and my friend was across the road from me. The man got out of his car, and he was fairly old. I see that he is brandishing a shotgun, and he is starting to shoot at my friend. We keep running hard until we get to the end of that road, and an intersection leads off to the right, left, and it also continues forward. To the left is a town, and to the right is country. My friend runs to the right, to avoid the shotgun bullets. I choose the forward path for whatever reason, and I am now being hit slightly by shotgun spray. Just in front of me, continuing forward, is a rather large church, and beyond that is a gravel road that leads to a bridge.

Since I was being hit by shotgun spray, I thought that it would be a good idea to pick up a large street sign, and cover my back with it whilst I was on the run. I do that, and I keep running toward the bridge. When I get to the bridge, the old man pulls up in his car just behind the start of the concrete that the bridge is made of and he gets out of his car. I try to keep my cool, and he holds the shotgun up to my body. He yells something that made sense then, but I cannot honestly remember exactly what it was. He then shoots the shotgun and misses, so I take my chance to grab the end of the shotgun with my left hand, and I point it away from me while I punch him in the face with my other hand. He ends up letting go of the shotgun, and I now have it under my control. I aim it at his lower half, and I fire the gun. It instantly blows off the entire lower portion of his body, and he is now crawling around screaming at me. I then proceed to shoot him in the face, and he is still not dead. Guts are hanging out of his mouth, and he is crawling toward the bridge and I casually think to myself "Good hide yourself" as I begin to worry about my finger prints on the gun.

I begin to wipe down the trigger area, and the barrel of the gun with my shirt. I know that this might not be too efficient, so I begin to look for some sort of gasoline to rub the gun down with. I find an old canister of gas just to the right of where the bridge starts in an oddly wooded area. I pick up the can and walk back to the bridge, where I see a helicopter flying very low to the ground just above where I shot at the old man. The pilot is in clear view, and I decide that I should shoot at him as well. I take three or so shots at him, and he begins to fly away into the distance. I then take my shirt off, and soak it with gasoline and then I rub down the gun in a hasty fashion, making sure to get all of the points where my fingers would have been touching the most. Just after I throw the gun off of the side of the bridge, I awake.