Strange, yet memorable dream(s)
Actually, it was really one of those dreams where it was two dreams sort of morphing into one, with no transition at all between them.
The first part of the dream was rather brief, but dealt with my family going to an amusement park. This dream I remember the least, but I seem to remember something about me chasing my younger brother throughout the park, getting in the way of the path of some rides, only to have me grab him out of there in the knick of time. The rest of my family didn't really seem to care what he was doing though, except for me. Read into that as much as you'd like.
The second dream was much more memorable though. I was in a direlect part of some town. I don't think it was where I live, but I'm pretty sure it was the bay area...maybe Oakland or Richmond or something? Possibly, as I was near that part of the region last night. Anyway, I recall there being a run down storefront with a gutted building and several windows smashed. Every building was like this. There was trash in the streets.
A group of people were acting like they'd had enough of that lifestyle, and wanted to rise up and take action. Before I knew it, a riot broke out! I thought at first, it might be fun to join in, so I kicked in a few windows with my boots and smashed a storefront. Good oldfashioned wholesome fun. But I noticed things turning ugly quickly, especially when the police showed up in riot gear, and they started beating up people left and right. It was really brutal, and the whole situation devolved into a sheer, utter, brutal chaos seemingly within minutes, as fires broke out, and blood ran through the streets.
Fortunately for me, I had my camera with me, so I could chronicle this mayhem. And indeed, I did--I was able to capture some amazing, breathtaking shots, that surely would be a visual indictment on the system as a whole when--shit! I was caught! Surprisingly enough, I wasn't beaten up or anything, but rather sat down in alley with a few other folks who had been caught. Much to my surprise, my friend Felix was there (btw, sorry dude if this embarasses you or anything ;) ). After sitting for a while the cops took me aside and gave me a lecture on protecting the face of the police force, and how taking such photographs would destroy the integrity of the city, or something like that. Of course thats exactly what I had in mind. Oddly enough they didn't confiscate destroy my equipment, they just let me be on my merry way, along with Felix. Him and I went to a safehouse of his where many of his other friends and confidants were. Oddly enough, he then changed into a hippy, complete with super-long hair, a headband, and a tie dye shirt. And almost instantly before my eyes. We all ended up smoking pot, and reviewing the photos I had taken earlier in the day. That was pretty much the end of the dream.
The first part of the dream was rather brief, but dealt with my family going to an amusement park. This dream I remember the least, but I seem to remember something about me chasing my younger brother throughout the park, getting in the way of the path of some rides, only to have me grab him out of there in the knick of time. The rest of my family didn't really seem to care what he was doing though, except for me. Read into that as much as you'd like.
The second dream was much more memorable though. I was in a direlect part of some town. I don't think it was where I live, but I'm pretty sure it was the bay area...maybe Oakland or Richmond or something? Possibly, as I was near that part of the region last night. Anyway, I recall there being a run down storefront with a gutted building and several windows smashed. Every building was like this. There was trash in the streets.
A group of people were acting like they'd had enough of that lifestyle, and wanted to rise up and take action. Before I knew it, a riot broke out! I thought at first, it might be fun to join in, so I kicked in a few windows with my boots and smashed a storefront. Good oldfashioned wholesome fun. But I noticed things turning ugly quickly, especially when the police showed up in riot gear, and they started beating up people left and right. It was really brutal, and the whole situation devolved into a sheer, utter, brutal chaos seemingly within minutes, as fires broke out, and blood ran through the streets.
Fortunately for me, I had my camera with me, so I could chronicle this mayhem. And indeed, I did--I was able to capture some amazing, breathtaking shots, that surely would be a visual indictment on the system as a whole when--shit! I was caught! Surprisingly enough, I wasn't beaten up or anything, but rather sat down in alley with a few other folks who had been caught. Much to my surprise, my friend Felix was there (btw, sorry dude if this embarasses you or anything ;) ). After sitting for a while the cops took me aside and gave me a lecture on protecting the face of the police force, and how taking such photographs would destroy the integrity of the city, or something like that. Of course thats exactly what I had in mind. Oddly enough they didn't confiscate destroy my equipment, they just let me be on my merry way, along with Felix. Him and I went to a safehouse of his where many of his other friends and confidants were. Oddly enough, he then changed into a hippy, complete with super-long hair, a headband, and a tie dye shirt. And almost instantly before my eyes. We all ended up smoking pot, and reviewing the photos I had taken earlier in the day. That was pretty much the end of the dream.








