Another dream, another weird ass experience! Extremely detailed and very non-dreamlike... This is a little rough, I need to clean it up, so enjoy it if you can!
The dream began in animated color pencil drawings of an old friend's (Martha) Facebook status. She had posted about how the movers lost all of her shoes in the middle of their move across country. It was odd, mostly because the drawings were in colored pencil with a blue background. The animation was jumpy, like a kids TV show where they are telling a silly story.
As the dream progressed, the drawings changed to "reality". I awoke in the living room of a small apartment, on a single sized bed wrapped in a very comfortable quilt. At first, I had no idea where I was, then it slowly dawned on me; yet, still it made no sense. Why was I dreaming about somewhere I was?
At that moment, Martha walked around the corner in a robe holding a large coffee mug with both hands, her hair wet. "Morning," she said. She was smiling, looked wide awake as she sat down at a small dinning room table. I had a headache, felt like total ass; much like when I used to drink. I didn't respond at first, soaking in my situation. "What?" she asked.
"I was just thinking about the last time we saw each other," I said. "I am pretty sure it was at Kristin's, when she lived near Wrigley."
"Yeah, you're right," she said. "So, thirteen years, then?" Martha had been Kristin's (former girlfriend of mine) roommate when we first started dating my Sophomore year at Clarke College. We got along as she is a friendly, intelligent woman (currently a doctor), but I can't say we would have run in the same circle of friends had she not been Kristin's roommate. And it is not as though we had talked since our last meeting, except a few exchanges on Facebook.
As I continued to absorb the situation, I just couldn't get it to make sense. Why she had an apartment verses a hotel near Iowa City was a mystery, but why she had an apartment in a location somewhere in the middle of her move was a bigger mystery. I sat up, feeling a grand head rush; I had definitely been drinking. "Nothing happened last..."
"No!" she laughed. I let out a nervous laugh, apologized and we sat there for over an hour catching up. I discovered that her apartment was owned by a family member and they were letting her spend a few days in the area to break up the move. That's great an all, I thought, but where were her husband and kids? That's when the phone rang; It was Leslie, her husband.
She was lively, excited to talk to him; it was refreshing to see someone still so in love. However, soon I could hear his voice as he became loud when she told him I was there with her. I had never met Leslie, so I felt this could become a bad situation. Even though he was apparently in Kansas City, I was uncomfortable, especially when I heard him say something to the extent of calling up his boys.
Apparently this bothered Martha as well. Her smile faded as she turned away from me, lowering her voice as she tried to assure Leslie there was no reason to be upset. I could hear him clearly now; he was coming and his crew was going to check in on her and have a chat with me. Then he hung up. Martha put down the phone, but didn't turn around.
I jumped up off the bed and folded the quilt for some strange reason; one can't forget their manners even if they are potentially facing physical harm, right? After I tidied up, Martha was still standing by the phone, her back to me. I said nothing and moved towards the kitchen. As I passed through the kitchen I realized it was an old dinner type kitchen with a rear exit of a screen door which lead to a long, covered wooden porch stretching a city block. While all of this seemed odd, I kept moving, wanting to remove myself from a bad situation. Half way down the porch, I heard several voices behind me; they were yelling that they wanted to talk to me. As I turned around, I saw four large men walking abroad towards me, the smallest one being the one shouting and pointing at me.
I ran. It started to rain. As I approached the end of the porch, Martha pulled up in a red truck and told me to get in the back. I stopped. I turned around and saw an empty porch. Turning back to the truck, the four men were in the back of the truck! I looked at Martha as she realized they were there and she punched the pedal to the floor, shouted for me to go back inside and she headed down an embankment towards a river. The engine revved and just short of the river, Martha jumped out and the truck with the four men slammed into the river, launching the men out of the back, over the truck, into the middle of the river. After rolling several yards, Martha lay still on the ground.
I ignored her instructions and ran to see if she was ok. Half way down the dusty embankment (even though it had just rained) another truck pulled up. It was Becky' dad Larry, my father-in-law. We went to Martha and by this time she was sitting up, watching the river flow by; she wasn't dirty or dusty even though she had just jumped from a moving vehicle and rolled across the embankment. She laughed, almost as though she were intoxicated, about launching the men from the truck.
We all returned to the building that apparently housed her apartment. It was a small cabin, sitting in an open field, not with in the city limits as it had been. Standing on the front porch was Leslie, in bibbed overalls and a straw hat, holding a shotgun. How he arrived so quickly didn't cross my mind, nor how we ended up in the sticks; I was too focused on the gun.
No one said a word as I got out of the truck and walked towards Leslie, hands up. I knew I had no reason to be afraid as I had nothing wrong, but I also knew a simple misunderstanding is all I takes for very unfortunate things to happen. As I reached the porch, standing just a few feet from Leslie who had moved nothing but his eyes, I hear some laughter coming from inside. I recognize the laughs; Becky and Kristin. Then laughter arises from behind me; Martha and Larry.
It turns out, they all had come up with this plan to play a practical. Such a diverse group of individuals from very different parts of my life came together to pull a prank.
The End.
What exactly generated this dream is very intriguing to me, but also, the fact of the clarity of details and non-dreamlike sequence of recent dreams are even more intriguing.
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