shiraniaori

Non-lucid Awake

Last thing I remember is a cannon, an old black powder cannon. I remember pulling it, the pull of the rope trigger shocking my eyes open just as the cannonball hit something. The sound of the cannonfire was drowned by my real body's senses, mostly, the sound of the power going out in my house the same time the cannonball hit its target.

I close my eyes. I'm in prison now, a strong prison apparently. It was a fairly small room, with two cells in it across from each other, neither of which long enough to stretch the length of the whole wall. There were windows of what appeared to be a chain link, like a fence. On the wall perpendicular to it there were also windows, but instead they had iron bars, like full jail cells.

There was 4-6 people in my cell, and another 4-6 in the other. The guard (who appeared to be Morgan Freeman) walked around, but after a few hours stepped out. I talked to the men. "So do any of you plan on staying in here?" I asked. None of them answered. "Do you want to get out of here or not?" I asked a little more belligerently.

"There's no way out," one of them in the other cell said.
"Did you ever know that if you piss on your shirt it becomes strong enough to break through iron?" I asked calmly.

It didn't take much longer for one of them in the other room to take off their shirt and start urinating all over it. Then someone in my cell did the same. "We need to work together and stay together," after we pulled for a while, the iron bars broke, and we each got out of the window, we left through one of the two doors in the room.

I see Guard sitting in a chair next to a well lit pool table, and there were stairs on the wall nearest to myself. "Hello there," Mr Freeman says.

Oddly I didn't feel any fear, or any sense of urgency. Normally a man would run upstairs and hope his speed would outmatch the guard's, or that they wouldn't be the one who got caught. The only thing I thought was
"What's the score here, what's next?"
"Well, as you'll soon find out, there's $50,000 up those stairs. Enough to guarantee your freedom, or to get me into retirement," he said calmly "now we're going to play a game of pool, and whoever wins, gets it."

So we played. He broke and got a solid in, then he got two more in. I played and got one stripe in, he got another two solids in. I saw my chance for a great shot, and shot three stripes in, but got one solid in at the same time. Shit, good shot though. We played a bit more, then we each had one ball left.

Then I noticed someone shot in the 8 ball, I think it was me, might've been him. As I was about to explain to him that I generally don't play where you lose if you hit the white ball, he looked at me and said "I've been working for 40 years, I got my money, what I don't have is freedom. Besides, listen, I was a military man, to me, you just had some friendly fire."

I asked him if I killed someone with the shot...

I was walking through the forest with the men, near my old house. I realized I was the leader of them. Why not? I broke these men out of prison, I gave them freedom. These thoughts made me realize that I didn't know these men at all. All but two of them could take me out no problem, but I have their respect, I better keep it if I wanna keep my life.

I wondered the severity of my crime, but more importantly, of theirs. If any of them were famous. None of them looked familiar. If we were lucky, they would only show a picture of the worst of us on tv. This would still make things difficult for us. No matter, we ate about 6 hours ago, it's now 2:30 AM. Sunlight's coming out early it seems. All we needed was sleep for now.

I led them to my old escape, the abandoned house. As I went there though, there was a light on. I tell my men to stay back. I look over, I realized it isn't the abandoned house at all, at least not anymore, it's fully done. As a matter of fact, I've been here before, in one of my other dreams... Stole a kid's skates, purely accidental, if I remember correctly.

I tell my men I know of a better place, we go about a half mile west, and I see a sort of treehouse. Seems familiar, seems safe... I told my men to follow me. There wasn't a ladder or anything, but a series of boards that went up it like a spiral staircase stuck to the walls. The boards were weak, and would sway easily, I had to shift my position constantly to stay balanced. We made it to the top and I saw a mattress, I could've sworn it was my own. To the right of the bed was my shoes, they've been lost for about a month, and a camera, my camera I haven't seen for years.

I look at the camera, 8 pictures, the first one was a platypus, as I move the camera away, I see a platypus waddle around on the floor, then jump out of the tree. I continue wading through the pictures, there was one of a cat walking on the boards, and another labeled dragon, which was of a column like foliage going between two trees, then another picture was under it, with a green chinese dragon in the same position, with no trees.

Depersonalization. I seemed to have left my body to follow three cats, as they jumped up the boards towards where I was. One of them jumped on the smaller one, and they carried him/her up to the top of the boards, then up the wall a while when the smallest cat jumped onto the large one, then onto a platform that I hadn't noticed earlier. I saw the platform from a worm's eye view so I couldn't see what was on top of it, but I felt it was something important that the cat was going to get.

I was back in my body, laying on the mattress, and I heard all of the guys start raising their voice, nothing aggressive though. "You all better shut up if you don't want the neighbors to come here," I stated fairly loud. Which was true. I now remembered where I was, just east of a castle of sorts, I remember it in my other dream... No cops, but it was a fairly evil place.

I also noticed the large amount of noise that happened just before they rose their voices. It was a hawks cry, then the sound of mice and snakes, "That hawk was just looking for some food, now that it's done, you'll be heard quite easily," I stated quietly.

Dead Silence.

Afterward I had fragments of us going into town hooded (so cameras couldn't see us), and trying to chop the power line in NYC with a shovel. Why? So we could have a distraction to get the attention off of us. Duh.