Friday, April 25 2008
This dream didn't piece together as well as the others. Maybe it was because I had multiple dreams. Something tells me they were linked though, and that I just don't remember how... because elements of things that happened in one, would appear in the other - even though the setting or how I got theme seem to have no correlation. Anyway here it goes:
The first I remember was being on the bottom floor on this immaculate, upper class store. Massive. Think Harrods, or Myer on a million-dollar makeover. Rigged out with mahogany stair rails and everything. Standing there looking at the massive stairs , I'm suddenly next to a guy I know called Tom. I don't see him often, we talk every now and then but we used to be band mates.
We're pretty excited to go up. So we climb and we get to the first floor in which theres a plaque - telling us whats on this level, and whats on the next ones etc. Looking at the writing itself, it was indistinguishable. Kind of like a blur, but I could read it in the dream. On the 3rd floor, there was a synagogue. Apparently I had been there before because I said "Oh yeah Tom theres a synagogue up here its really nice!" and Tom seemed pretty keen so we ran up to the third level, to the synagogue. Upon walking quietly up the stairs leading to it, this Jewish boy was singing. There were more words but all I could remember was him singing repeatedly "I have been cleansed, I have been cleansed". The stuff in the synagogue (walls, pughs etc.) were all a dark wood, polished. Very nice - though it sorta looked like a church, we're it not for a Rabbi you wouldn't know. There was a stain glass window behind the altar facing the people. Of a prophet or saint perhaps? The synagogue only occupied the left part of the room, beside the staircase rails.
On the otherside continued shopping areas, boutiques etc. Tom decided to sit in on the Jewish service and stay. All of a sudden I notice a deep, massive gash open up on my left inner leg, sorta just above my knee. It was rather disturbing, and I remember thinking to myself that I really needed stitches for this.
**NEXT SCENE**
I was with a group of teens of various ages, I'd say from around 12 to 18. We we're in a playground area, very reminiscent to the one at Stewart House which is a school for disadvantaged children. Except the soft asphalty stuff wasnt on the ground anymore, instead it was dirt and loose bark stuff and various sandpit circles around. We we're instructed to go and de-weed the area with our hands. As groups of kids started to team up and go to sandpits I was left sort of wandering. I didn't know where to de-weed, or who to do it with. I sorta just wondered around helping out whoever and then leaving whenever I thought it felt awkward. From walking from sandpit to sandpit, I fell over and seemed to have grazed the inside of my left leg. I raise my shorts to see the exact same gash that appeared in the synagogue. **The correlation wasn't realised as I was dreaming, only after.**
I gave up and walked to the corner of the area to chill. I knew I was a loner - I heard voices of other kids so I opened the pool gate and decided to go in and check it out. It didn't leed to much - there was a rather roofless room with rendered concrete walls. I'd say it was about.. 5x3 metres. I looked around but no one was there. I decided to stay and chill out in there for a little bit because I really didn't want to go back out. Whoever was in charge wasn't looking for me anyway. All of a sudden, about 6 guys about my age circled me, looking pretty agressive. I don't know what it was over, but an argument started and they we're all out to get me. I fought back with my words, and I was up for a fight. I just knew that 6 guys on me would've been ugly. I had my hands up in fight stance ready to go, until one of the guys stepped up and said "Don't worry boys, I got him" with a smile on his face. He was taller than me, an Islander fellow (like Tongan or Samoan maybe). I was really up for it, and releaved that it wasn't gonna be a 6 vs. 1 bloodbath. Though I was worried that the other boys would jump me while going at his buddy - after looking at their faces they seemed reluctant anyway. The Islander dude took his shirt off, walked up to me and got a grip on me (but not really agressively). He said "Are you ready?" I said yes. My real life brazilian Jiujitsu training made me feel very confident that I was gonna beat this guy up. I took him down, punched him many solid times in the head and face and choked him out with an arm-triangle choke from side mount (a positional advantage) as he gave me his arm. I felt him go limp as he tapped (to give up) softly, but I was so angry that I held on for a little longer after he slept. His boys seemed to have gotten rather angry and jump me, but that was over quickly as I made work of them. I got up panting and puffing, glad that I was able to fight my way out but felt pretty bad for the guy on the ground. His eyes were closed, kind of asleep. Rolling on the floor trying to get up. I crouched down to try influence him to get up and help him out. After about 30 seconds, he was fine, he shook my hand and gave me a hug. What was weird, was that I heard people outside talk about the fight.
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