I don't like those dreams. I had one just now and it was awful because it seemed really real apart from some bits...but it could actually happen if you ran into some mentally psychotic people on the dark streets of London.
Basically, there was a gig going down and before the gig, me and a mate had some McDonalds and there was a cute Asian dude serving us.... That wasn't the scary bit. I don't quite remember but we got to the gig and I met some guy and his sidekick before the gig that took me in a back way cause there was a massive queue or something.
Anyway, after the gig, he took me out the back way again and he went away and I got into the car with my friends [I think I recall someone had died at some point in the dream and they were linked to the guy who had been taking me out the back way] and we were driving.
I think we got out at some point for some reason and this glowing orange paper aeroplane came towards us, I got worried but everyone was cool with it and kept throwing it, but not as high as it has come to us. I mocked them for not throwing it as high but my effort was crap too. Someome then figured out it had been thrown from a great height in the first place, which made sense.
Then these two giant floating alcopop bottles were coming towards us slowly and I automatically thought that dude with the sidekick was trying to kill us so I went, "They're coming closer, quick, get in the car, he knows where we are!!!!!" And of course, everyone was slow as hell getting in the car but eventually we drove away frantically.
The driver was my cousin's mum and we kept on driving then some car in front turned left and I thought we should too but turned out it was a fashion shop, not a car park like I thought. We got out and suddenly she wasn't with me anymore but some other girl in her twenties was. So we both went out of the shop and suddenly heard, "Will you let these people wear your top as a dress for a year??"...these people were slightly off and so we ran, they followed.
We ran into Barclay's bank [which isn't even my bank!!] cause it had one of them turning rotating doors and a guy who basically looked like a Shaun of the Dead guy banged into the door then tried to get in but we kept turning the door back on him. Then some other girl equally scary tried to push in so eventually me and this girl [the girl I was with] decided to make a run for it and we did, into the night.
We ran everywhere, down every back street, car park, anywhere to try and avoid them. This is where I was scared as hell. Eventually we somehow made it to this flat rooftop and we lost the psychos but found these other people and I was scared they were all gonna kill us but they didn't.
Some guy who looked like Stephen K Amos said he couldn't speak to the girl he loved for the rest of his life and pointed at some girl who couldn't speak with frizzy hair. These people all looked homeless.
Then I woke up and didn't want to fall asleep again in case it continued and they all turned on us and killed us. That and it was about 5pm and I have essays to do.
I woke up crying and going, "That was awful!" then I went to the loo and....okay, you don't need to know everything, that was the dream.
I hated the bit with the alcopop bottles though, they were huge and were going to crush us.
The song I woke up with in my head was The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum cover song by Collide, it's a good song and sets the mood of my dream, check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdHsu-A9ixs You should focus more on the song than the video though, so it's best not to look at the video as you listen. I'd have the song on its own but I can't find it on its own.
Does anyone else have/had any dreams that they wake up emotional from? Cause I haven't in a while and that was....well, awful!


11/03/08 @ 19:43