The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

No recall on the night of the 16th as I was off-my-tits high, but I managed to remember bits a pieces last night - mostly of me hiding my tattoo from my parents again...
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17/1/12
One dream did stand out, however, as it was pretty intense:

I'm walking down the street at night with two friends [who I don't think I know in real life] and one is reading a book. A girl with her boyfriend behind us makes a snooty comment about his 'cheap clothes' and how she didn't think poor people could read. At this, we band together like brothers and decide to lay into her with a dazzling display of insults.

We continue walking through an alley to some sort of changing room [probably a rugby changing room, like so many of my other dreams, for some reason] where I get lamped in the back of the head by this girl's boyfriend and fall to the floor dazed. I don't take to this cowardly form of combat and so get up to confront him, but he turns himself invisible!

I decide this coward needs a lesson as I see a crowd of people being pushed apart by an invisible force, and chase my attacker to a nearby toilet cubicle. He pleads as his invisibility wears off, but I'm too fired up and I crack him in the jaw. He then somehow appears with his head in the toilet bowl (not through my doing) and I pull him out by his legs to save him from drowning.


I leave the scene to gasps and disgusted whispers, as if I was the one in the wrong. To be fair to the guy, he did need an ambulance.


Just to point out, I'm not a very violent person, and though I wouldn't react well to being hit from behind, I definitely wouldn't retaliate as viscously as in my dream.