In which I describe a pursued dream
May. 25th, 2004 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberThis morning the alarm clock rang in the middle of a dream I kind of wanted to follow to its end. I was the center of a city-wide hunt, though the city was pretty much empty of all but the black-clad (kind of ninja wear) security dudes who were trying to capture me to take me to the head dude.
I was not "Madeline", to clarify. I almost never am, in my dreams, even in the rare dreams that involve people I know. I'd be curious to hear if you guys are yourselves in dreams. Anyway, I was a blond guy, maybe a kid, with a long skateboard. It was sort of a video game world; I'd stopped in that city to try to skateboard using a roof as a ramp to get to the right position in the air to pick up some big coin or jewel or something... Maybe I'd missed it the first time and wanted to collect it for completeness's sake.
Missed the first try, and landed dead in the middle of a group of these security guards coming to intercept me, and in the shock I was able to bolt away. I was faster than the guards, but not enough so that I could ever run at less than flat-out. I ducked into a symphony hall, running, evading, perhaps momentarily captured (there was more than just the one group of 6-8 black-clad guys), running some more; the skateboard was faster, but made a lot more noise, and I was trying to remain undetected long enough to get free.
Up a stair, using the moment of lead time I was out of sight to duck through doors, literally diving down another stair (big circular spiral with red velvet), that is, I believe I was floating a bit above the surface, nearly perpendicular, and running on the risers because gravity's pull alone wasn't fast enough for me. I forwent ignoring the stair entirely and just dropping through the empty 30 feet space in the center, because I had this fear of parabolic courses... Which is actually a theme in my dreams. Some people get "fear of falling," I get "fear of travelling in uncorrectable simple geometric courses". Eh, suits me.
Unlike in past dreams, though, this time there were no ranged weapons to shoot me as I travelled an uncorrectable simple geometric course; it was just a question of being seen. And even though I was moving so fast that I missed the chance to hide in a niche behind a round silvery pillar on the landing, the two fastest black-clad guys ran by down the hall above without, I thought, seeing me.
Hah! I was thinking, Haven't they figured out by now that I always go down? They're not going to be treeing me, down has more options!
About that point I dove into a fresh group of these guys at the bottom of stairs, who'd just come in from outside. "Aw, shit," I thought, and caught some traction in the air for a hairpin turn to run full-out back deeper into the building...
And my alarm went off, waking me up. Would I get away? I got the feeling that it was kind of life-or-death that I not be brought before the guy who controlled the city. Would I tire? Would I be moving slowly enough that they'd have time to think up some sort of trap? I was running with barely any time to think, but so far they'd not been able to get it together to think, either... Would I duck into a room while the hunt passed me by, run the other direction, and manage to get out before they got guys there to guard the doors?
I was not "Madeline", to clarify. I almost never am, in my dreams, even in the rare dreams that involve people I know. I'd be curious to hear if you guys are yourselves in dreams. Anyway, I was a blond guy, maybe a kid, with a long skateboard. It was sort of a video game world; I'd stopped in that city to try to skateboard using a roof as a ramp to get to the right position in the air to pick up some big coin or jewel or something... Maybe I'd missed it the first time and wanted to collect it for completeness's sake.
Missed the first try, and landed dead in the middle of a group of these security guards coming to intercept me, and in the shock I was able to bolt away. I was faster than the guards, but not enough so that I could ever run at less than flat-out. I ducked into a symphony hall, running, evading, perhaps momentarily captured (there was more than just the one group of 6-8 black-clad guys), running some more; the skateboard was faster, but made a lot more noise, and I was trying to remain undetected long enough to get free.
Up a stair, using the moment of lead time I was out of sight to duck through doors, literally diving down another stair (big circular spiral with red velvet), that is, I believe I was floating a bit above the surface, nearly perpendicular, and running on the risers because gravity's pull alone wasn't fast enough for me. I forwent ignoring the stair entirely and just dropping through the empty 30 feet space in the center, because I had this fear of parabolic courses... Which is actually a theme in my dreams. Some people get "fear of falling," I get "fear of travelling in uncorrectable simple geometric courses". Eh, suits me.
Unlike in past dreams, though, this time there were no ranged weapons to shoot me as I travelled an uncorrectable simple geometric course; it was just a question of being seen. And even though I was moving so fast that I missed the chance to hide in a niche behind a round silvery pillar on the landing, the two fastest black-clad guys ran by down the hall above without, I thought, seeing me.
Hah! I was thinking, Haven't they figured out by now that I always go down? They're not going to be treeing me, down has more options!
About that point I dove into a fresh group of these guys at the bottom of stairs, who'd just come in from outside. "Aw, shit," I thought, and caught some traction in the air for a hairpin turn to run full-out back deeper into the building...
And my alarm went off, waking me up. Would I get away? I got the feeling that it was kind of life-or-death that I not be brought before the guy who controlled the city. Would I tire? Would I be moving slowly enough that they'd have time to think up some sort of trap? I was running with barely any time to think, but so far they'd not been able to get it together to think, either... Would I duck into a room while the hunt passed me by, run the other direction, and manage to get out before they got guys there to guard the doors?
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Date: 2004-05-26 10:24 am (UTC)