(0) Dreams: Nov 27 2008

Friend Ambush

I’m in a large spacious house that opens onto a beautiful garden.  The porch is made of light white painted wood with huge windows and plenty of space on the inside.  The feeling is that of spaciousness, beauty and relaxation.  An impression of beautiful flowered trees on the outside.

Someone is going to be coming here, possibly breaking in.  I try to close the doors that separate the porch from the inside of the house but they come out of the rails in my hand and become too small and brittle.  I can’t fix this, I should leave it alone.

I go inside the house, with a strong feeling that the stranger-friend which is going to be coming is coming.  He approaches dressed in dark clothing he has a heavier set of body and long hair.  Somehow he makes me think of a thug, theif or a dark samurai. He notices me ready for him so he retreats back to his place, he wants to surprise me to take something from me.

It’s dark in the house now, and I lay in bed.  I wake up suddenly knowing that the thief-thug approaches.  It’s dark in here and he won’t know where I am, he expects me to be in bed.  I hide around a corner of the wall and get ready to surprise-ambush him when he arrives.

The enemy steps around the corner, I immediately draw my knife-blade which feels like a serrated kitchen bread knife but very long.  I swing it to his neck and put the blunt point at his neck.  At last minute I make sure not to hurt him.  He knows he’s trapped, I gesture for him to give up his-mine sword.  It’s light, and thin, crude but still very sharp with curved edge.  As he does this, we become friends and we walk out of the room together.

We’re in Gierczyce now, and my friend is about to leave.  His car is stalled though, it looks like an older car of mine (Reliant K car?).  I ask him what’s wrong, he says it doesn’t want to start.  I ask if it ticks when he turns the key and he says yes.  I tell him it’s most likely a battery-starter problem.  A feeling of forgetting something.. where is the sword, shouldn’t I have it to give it to him? I want to help him somehow with his problem.

My friend is about to leave, he is now in an old car of my familiy, it’s blue and looks just like it (I forgot the make, Zastawa?).  He gets in and begins to leave, there is a slight feeling of dislike for him, and I try to figure out why?  He’s from my dad’s side of family and I decide it’s because I never liked being at their household.  It was poor and unpleasant and I never felt welcome.  I’m glad he’s leaving.

Blades, chains and girls

I’m standing in front of the Gierczyce house after my friend has left, beautiful undescribable flowers line the fence and as I pass my gaze towards the house an enemy appears.  Man I could really use a chain-whip.  It’s clearly a girl or woman, pleasant somehow but made of shiny black motorcycle or bike chain.  Her head, neck, body arms and neck are not really human but are.  She looks like a flower made of black chain that is somehow extremely human with a face.  I’m supposed to fight her.

I have the sword I got from the guy who left in my left hand, a black chain appears in my right hand.  I make few experimental whiping motions at the girl trying to fight her but it all feels akward and wrong.  I want the thing from her, so why don’t I simply take it?  I reach out and grasp the black chain-flower-person and carry it inside the house.  It doesn’t really matter anymore if I have it or not, and I realize that She wanted me to want it.

I lose all interest in it knowing this is the correct action and walk into the furnace-storage room of the house and put it away.  In the distance up above on the stairs I hear a girls voice say in frustration ‘Why doesn’t he want to have it?’, I know she can’t control me if I don’t want it.  I’m happy, it’s better for both of us.

Driving through Kety

I’m in Kety near the center of the city, I’m looking for someone who is working or something in a store on the road up ahead to the right.  I turn into the side street even though it’s very tight and I barely fit in there.  Is he here?

Fists are Supreme

A vauge impression of a dream where someone wants to fight with me and wants to use a gun, instead I tell him that if you really want to settle something be man enough to use fists.  Impression of a fight where I hit something or someone really hard.  Bruised knuckles, idea of giving and recieving, nothing gained with nothing lost.