Archive for the ‘gunman’ Category

locked doors and brief cases

April 19, 2008

This dream occurred a little over a week ago. As far as I know, it is a new one.

I am in the foyer of a multi story building. I want to leave the building. But the main doors are closed. I am with a group of about 8 people I do not know who are also trying to leave the building. We go down one side. There are many doors. But they are chined shut with a 2 cm thick chain in a blue plastic tube. We walk along the chain. There are some guards at the door. We have a restricted view because there are four or five steps up to the foot path and there is an overhang. We can only see the bottom half of the people on the foot path. 

The first of our group goes through the door and then the guard slams the door shut. The man who left looks like he is stunned and he freezes. His brown brief case opens and the contents spill on the ground. In there is what looks like a paper back book sized PDA and some papers. 

The security guard takes up the whole scene. He has is sub machine gun diagonally across his chest. He fires it while screaming, I’m Scared! I’m Scared!

I look back out at the footpath. None of the people passing by (there are two or three) are taking any notice of the man with his stuff spilled on the ground.

Escape from a tunnel

August 24, 2007

This is a part of a long series of repeating dreams from the 1980’s. Occasionally the dream happens again.

I am in a tunnel. In this instance the tunnel is long an narrow. I am manning an artillery position with several others. We are attacked by a bunch of trolls. They overrun our position. I am the only one to survive. The others are not killed, they are carried away.

gunshots and smashed stacks of disks

August 3, 2007

this is very recent, from only two nights ago. I have not had a dream like it before.  This dream has visuals, but no sound or feelings.

I am siting down. Suddenly there is an explosion and my face is bleeding from shards of shattered DVD material. It has come from my stack of disks I used for backups that has been hit by a bullet. So I stop and have a look around. I am in a strange place. There are two other people there, in this place. I do not know who they are, but it correct that they are there. They help.

We go over the cause of events.  I was sitting in a terrace house, in the kitchen. The house is painted a soft pink with a little hint of peach. We leave the scene and head up to the front of the house. There is a street at the front and a lane at the back. At the front of the house is a 10 foot high brick wall and then a foot path. The road is a local street. We watch a man with a  shot gun sneak past the house and then around the lane-ways to the back.

 Then I wake up.