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I appeared to be in my back garden[SP], this was somewhat unusual given this was a garden from my old house (37 Whitefriars Road)[ST], the garden was strange, there was no house present -- a little shack perhaps, the grass overgrown in the distance and fields vastly stretched out[SF].

In front of me stood a large apparatus, it seemed as though I was viewing it from a green coated deck-chair, it was hard to identify, it's shape matched that of a TV but it had features of a Sound-station, it towered over me - a giant rectangular obelisk[OF]. It was apparent that it was in poor condition the fabric - torn, dislodged and ripped. On the left side, the fabric had a patchwork hole, above it the silk had been unwoven causing a mesh screen to waver in and out like a curtain. In the center of the object, a CRT screen or mid-sized woofer reverberated [OF]. After that things were fuzzy, my thoughts were to fix or clean this object from it's poor condition, I had assumed purchasing it second-hand, in this regard it was likely a refurbish attempt. This was notable because early that day in real-life I had done something similar to a dirtied sink basin, restoring it to a clean condition. [S]

The next segment of the dream was extremely hazy, I think I was trying to clean the object, but it also involved cleaning the floor around the object for whatever reason[EA]. I was doing this by going over to a brick covered square block, the interior of which was filled with water, this block seemed to tucked away in a cavern by a lake. The dream objects continued switching in and out[OF], I remember there being a cave near this pebbled alcove, it was sealed by slotted rectangular bolder, for some reason the front of these broke off, or I hit it -- I can't remember. One of the layers shattered, crumbling in a distinctly odd fashion[OA]. I could see the other layered boulders in the cave, this was all strange obviously because this wasn't normal, more like a physics destruction system from a dated video game[OF] (Geo-mod -- Red Faction); This is probably how I justified it at the time as well. This section of the dream went on for a while, I remember being very panicky at this point. I was filling or transferring the water from this brick pit, over to the speaker but it was spilling everywhere[EA], I had the distinct idea of making a mess in two locations despite the brick pit initially being a well of sorts, the bricks were oddly arranged I was picking them up and a cement like-paste was wrapping them. The water was beginning to pool over the brick pit, sticking to the messy paste. Everything was incredibly messy, all I could think about was mess, mess - mess. I was panicking and extremely anxious. [E] [S]

After that there was a transition, the speaker appeared to have gone, and I was just in the garden normally. I could see what looked like black laborers in the distant hilly field above the shacked house[ST]. There was something odd about their appearance, my mind told me these were slavers, working on a plantation [ST][SF]. I saw my dad in the window of the shack [CP], he called over to me, something about eating food, or having food or perhaps just my food was ready. Something about tea as well, which suggested that he probably wanted one, I felt incredibly annoyed at this conversation for some reason [E]. I also saw Zakia outside [CP]. [S]

Then something more bizarre happened, I'd teleported slightly further back in the field, to a diagonal position overlooking a field Northeast. Above a plane soared, but it was all so odd, the plane was flying far too low [OA], there was nothing else in the sky, and the landscape was far too simply contoured and outlined, just solid color no fidelity [SF]. A Frisbee was thrown at this point, it seemed to emanate from my body [OA], I don't recall physically throwing it, but it instantaneously hit the plane, it hadn't even flown in the correct trajectory to hit the plane, nor had it flown high enough to do so. All that happened though was the plane exploded, not in a fireball but seemingly it just snapped and smoke expelled from the fuselage [OF] (at this point I felt shameful, stupid, clumsy, guilty, inept [E]), but rather than crash-land it seemed to almost frame skip, then crash-land, entirely non-audible as well [OA], and before I'd known it there were already policeman and others cordoning off the scene, all within the span of a second. [P] [S]

I was somewhat lucid at this point, I'd flown over to the plane wreckage, which now was on a road, in the middle of a street. The chief of police funnily enough resembled David Cameron [CP], he gawked up at me and I flew overhead, I felt somewhat rebellious, a cocksure lawbreaker [ER]. The chief was incredibly angry, flew up and begun to fly with me down the street [CA]. He chased after me and the scene seemed to squash into a small ventilation perspective of the street [P], with the Chief flying in a superman posture directly towards me. The scenery was all grey-scale and outlined now, and I was dodging billboards. I remember being pommeled by the Chief, he was much stronger, beating me into a pulp. I managed quickly to squeeze into a nearby doorway as he fluttered around outside, it took an incredibly amount of force to squeeze in (similar to that of pulling oneself out of a dream). I managed to pull myself inside looking out through a blackened corridor, a small black screen on what was a rainy grey street under a blurry visage. [P] [S]

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