Thread: "Payback"

Just another dream with a good lucid twist at the end.


06/27/2006

Dream 1:
“Payback”

I was working in a call center again. CQ and one of his brothers were in this one, as well as some guy named Masude. (sp) They have a friend named Masude, IRL, but this guy definitely didn’t look like him. Anyway, this kid Masude and I were had no problems in the dream, for a while. It was payday and I had a bunch of bills to pay. I forgot what the details were, but Masude had asked me for something. Some sort of information that I didn’t really think mattered at the time.
Later that day, I’d gone to check my money online and I noticed that my entire bank account had been wiped out. I went to talk to Masude, but he was nowhere to be found. I then went to talk to one of my supervisors to find out where he was(who were all supervisors at my current job) and began to get all emotional while telling him what was going on, because I was in a really bad situation. He pulled me into a conference room with another super, and it seems that they were already talking about Masude before I’d come in.
It seems Masude had walked off the job just a few minutes before I brought up my missing money. I was enraged to no end. They said that somehow, he’d used their computer system to hack my bank account and that he was “one smart SOB,” and that they would do whatever they could to track him down and get the money back. So here I was, dead broke and about to lose everything because I had about $2000 worth of bills due.
I was making my way home when I decided to stop by CQ and his brothers’ house. They were good friends with Masude, and I was going to try to get in touch with him through them. I pulled up and saw CQ’s brother D standing outside on his drive way. I got out and was like “Yo, where the fuck is Masude?”
D looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face and said “He should be here any minute, actually. I just called him.” I said “Well that fucker raided my account and owes me a shit load of money.” (apparently I had about $16,000 in my account.)
D’s surprised turned into a smirk, as if he pitied me if I had plans on calling out Masude. Shortly afterward, this sleek-looking black car pulls up next to the driveway. Much nicer than what I knew Masude was driving before.
He rolled down his window as D was getting in the passenger side and said to me something like “Yo thanks for the cash,” or something.
I was so pissed.
I lifted the front of my shirt and flashed the handle of a pistol in my pants. Masude was like “Bitch, please.” He reached down next to him, pulling out an AR-15 assault rifle and leaning it out the window toward me. (Their whole crew has a shit load of guns, IRL, so this all played out pretty well)
There was nothing I could do, so I held my tongue. They sped off, laughing.
I began walking home, vexed as all hell. On the way home (don’t know why I was walking and not driving) I heard tires screeching behind me. They were rolling up on me quick with what looked like the intention of doing a drive-by. I ducked into someone’s garage the first time they rolled passed, and I could see they were turning back around, down the street.
The garage I was in had a dirt bike inside. I jumped on and kick started it, flying out of the garage and down the street away from them. They chased me down a familiar, Lake Mary road that I had been taking back home. I was able to stay ahead of them, though, and when I got to a certain section where I used to ride my old dirt bike behind the houses next to my neighborhood, I jumped off road and took the trails, slipping out of sight because they couldn’t follow in the car. I was hoping I would lose them, as I didn’t know if D knew where I lived or not.
Later that night, I was in my room at the computer, and was getting ready for bed, still heated about what happened that day. It wasn’t long before I heard Masude and D outside of my bedroom window. Obviously they’d found me and were talking trash from outside. I wasn’t about to be imprisoned in my own house, so I grabbed my gun and walked outside.
This part got kind of hazy, but we were standing outside. I don’t remember if we were talking about anything, or if they were just kinda there. Whatever the case, sooner or later, D’s big brother CQ shows up. They all used to split a big, beat up Dodge Ram they called “The Tank,” and CQ was driving that, except it looked much more like a tank, actually. His on-again, off-again ex was with him, also. There was a massive stereo system inside that was bumping Three-Six Mafia, or something. He stepped out of a side-panel door of “the Tank,” as if it were a minivan, or a small military vehicle, and had an assault rifle in his hand. He was there to back his brother up.
This dream happened 2 wake-ups ago, so I can’t really remember it what triggered it, but sometime about here, I became lucid. A few of my neighborhood friends were now standing around also. The situation changed immediately, and I was no longer intimidated by the other group, and of course, the money didn't matter, anymore because I knew I was dreaming. I started verbally attacking them and whatnot, especially CQ, because he was the only one I could see had a weapon. It seemed that he was so surprised at my sudden lack of nervousness that he didn’t know what to make of it. He’d actually begun to back up toward his “truck” as I walked in his direction. I was telling him about how his little (big) gun was useless against me and could tell he was so confused he didn’t know what to think.
By the time I stopped in front of him, he was already halfway in his truck, backing in through the side door with assault rifle in hand. I stopped about 2 feet in front of him and was staring him down as his brother and Masude watched. No one knew what the fuck was up with me, and were just kind of stunned.
I then smirked at CQ and said “Tell you what. I’ll give you a free shot,” and patted my chest. He was like “….what?” I said something like “Go ahead…no sense in bringing out the big guns if you’re not going to use them, right? So shoot. I just want to make a point.”
He looked at his brother like “?” but then shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He aimed the gun up at me, the barrel about 12 inches away from my chest, and opened fire. He spit the entire banana clip at me at point blank range. But he was hit with shock and fear as every single bullet ricocheted off of my chest and flew back around him, scattering in all directions and ripping into his truck and even demolishing his stereo equipment, which sputtered and sparked and struggled to keep playing the song. (Hell yeah. Just in time for the opening of the new Superman movie. )
Everyone was in awe.
D, Masude and CQ all hauled ass out of there. I could hear the gangsta rap thumping in CQ’s “Tank” as they were leaving my neighborhood, and I used my last bit of lucidity to change it to the group Sublime, laughing and bobbing my head to the song “Summertime” blaring from their vehicle as they sped off.
Hahaha. Good shit.