This dream was really really long.
It starts off with me in my suburb. I'm with a few people and were trying to get to this party. We never end up finding the party and we just get lead to city beach. Not actually on to the beach but to the grassed area before the sand.
....Its a bit vague here, but over time things become more and more stressful and eventually it leads to this.... gang war i guess (except its adolescent males). Like i said i can't remember much, but i have this image of a wall that extends a couple of hundred meters. Its the walls you might find in the english countryside. The ground is really muddy, and i think the scene mainly was carried out on the darker side of twilight.
one thing lead to another and for some reason i was going on an undercover mission to execute this guy. He went to my old school and i've never had anything against him. Skipping all of my training i'm on this train. Its like the underground you would find in england, except its on the ground. I'm on the train following Robbie (the guy i'm supposed to execute). I suddenly have this realization of something that was said to me in the past: there's some sort of prophecy that Robbie will die, and its predicted to happen right now. I was under the impression i was going to end his life then, but i look forward and see that the end of the rail line leads to this underground mine.
I realize there's nothing i can do except prepare myself for the impact. I forget about robbie (who was standing by a pole in between the two doors), and run to the end of the train. I wrap my arms and legs around a pole, and tense my muscles for impact. before we hit, i think to myself that, if we do crash i shouldn't die as long as i hold onto this pole.
Boom! there's a massive explosion, and the fire engulfs me (i die). straight after i die, I see the accident through a movie camera. It starts close to the train as it nears the mine, and pans outwards as the train hits it. Instead of just crumbling like i had expected, there was a massive explosion! After watching through the camera, i go through montage of my life leading up to the accident. It pretty much resembles that of great expectations, by Charles Dickens (i read the first 50 pages, the read the notes for the rest), As in the Pip and Estella journey. It started off with me and this girl as kids. She was explaining to me over and over again why Robbie had to die and how it was of very high importance. She taught me (even tho she was the same age as me), how to fight, stay hidden for eyes sight, and all of that leading me to fulfill executing Robbie. I was like a pawn to her, and did everything with out hesitation, almost like she had me under a spell.
My training goes fast, and i'm back to the train accident a second time. Except this time i'm in third person watching everything unfold. I'm watching the train come close to the mine, but it still doesn't make sense why there was a massive explosion. i cut to the mine before the train reaches it. This isn't just any ordinary mine. It turns out its a mine me and my mother used to work in when i grew up. Apparently what's mined there is bad in some way. Its mined into a sort of crystallized form, and then exported in large amounts. Another flash back! i go back to me as a child and growing up, except this time in 3rd person and keeping a close eye on the girl teaching me. She hated my guts. Something about that mine she hated. my entire life she's been planning to kill me. finally everything makes sense, sadly i only understand after i die.
..... not sure how i transfer to the next scene but, i'm pretty sure this next bit is attached to the dream i just explained. I'm on the run, i think. that or i'm going on a family holiday that involves walking along dirty roads. I remember entering this building and looking around. It was really trippy. All the rooms were empty and it was a really tall house. I walked up to the second floor, and there was this pipe going through the wall. i looked through it, and it connected to the room i just came from. it sorta scared me, and i exited the house pretty fast.
Were walking on the grass next to a gravel road and my dad asks me how i'm doing in english. I just go off at him. I explain loudly that, maybe if i wasn't walking along a dirt road i might be doing good. He then explains that his disappointed with my scores.
"how am i supposed to write an essay on something i don't know anything about?"
i jump over the fence to be by myself. Mr Clark is there (my English teacher). he was acting really weirdly. He asked me what i was going to write in the next essay, and i think about it, and all i don't have a clue about what to write. Mr Clark then tries to teach me what to write. I feel really thankful that his gone out of his way to teach me. he used the gravel on the road to explain. he gets really into it, and goes down on all fours. he then starts digging into the ground getting his hands all dirty.
I move on from my english lesson, to follow my family. We come across this accommodation. except its, not really accommodation. Its a warehouse, where porn is shot. Obviously we were desperate because not only did we accept this as a location to rest, but they gave us the bathroom to sleep in. Everything was moldy and green. I wasn't too repulsed by it, but i didn't like it. What really pissed me off was that i was going to have to share a bunk bed with my dad at the bottom. Not it was going to be impossible to sneak out at night :( i never went to sleep but days seemed to pass by. I became friends with the receptionist (last night i was at this party, and this girl i started talking to who i never got her name because i had to leave, was the receptionist) at the warehouse. She was a few years older than me and a prostitute. I keep asking her, if i could have sex with her but not pay. it was more for the fact that i could clam to my friends that i had sex with a prostitute with out paying for it. but she kept saying no :( but she was still fun to hang around with, compared to my family, who i don't really see from now on.
Time goes on and i'm back in perth (well the outskirts of Perth). I'm at Guilford with a few friends (i remember Whinny, but there were others). I've come up with this great revelation, that seems to make perfect sense.
"why don't we have parties out here?" i explained."the cops wouldn't care about noise out here." (recently a large majority of parties have been broken up by cops because of noise complaints, annoys me)
Because its Guilford (like a semi-farm area), we could be as loud as we wanted (i didn't really factor in the fact that it would take 40mins to get up here).
We walk over to Guilford school, and a soccer match is being played. We watch and soon enough these girls come over to us expecting us to act as interchange. I refuse to play and my friends act as the subs. one of the girls who came off, was the girl i had made friends with at the warehouse. I start talking with her and flirt (actually now that i think about it, maybe we did have something because me flirting with her seemed perfectly normal). She tried to push me away saying that she had a client. I respected her wish and stopped. She was worrying whether he had seen anything. i looked over at the guy, and he was wearing a great coat, with a monocle. she gave me $5 Australian, as a sorry. For some reason we said goodbye like we both knew we wouldn't see each other again...... funny enough i was transfered to a different scene all together.
I'm on this bus, and we're heading to the middle of Australia. I've been hijacked and the people are going to explode the bus. i'm sitting at the back thinking what the people running this operation are thinking. Surely they must be having some sort hesitation about whether they want to die. Before long i'm dragged out to and intersection to sell stuff to get money. Its this piece of wood thats similar to a ping-pong bat, except a lot rounder at the corners. Its a few millimeters in diameter, and it opens up to this incest stuff. Walking out with this other guy, i explain to him that if we focus on selling stuff to the people who are going to come beck, we can double are profits because they'll buy them again.
Leonardo de caprio drives past. I try to sell him the stuff, and his resistant at first to buy them but eventually gives in. he gets out of his car to see what the stuff is. I go back to the bus to get something (i assume maybe some change). I look back and a camper van is coming around the corner real fast. I yell out to leonardo to get off the road, who at the time seemed very intrigued to the stuff we were selling. He gets off the road with plenty of time to spare. Suddenly one of the suicide bombers jumps in front of the caravan. He was propelled like a rag doll away from the van like it was some sort of trampoline. One of the other suicide bombers had a baseball bat in his hands at the time, and as his friend flew past he swung the bat. He hit him square in the stomach hard, and at the speed he was travelling the guy (who jumped in front of van) was cut in half. I just stood there shocked at what had just happened. Leonardo thought it was some kind of staged act, and laughed and clapped. i tried to tell him that it wasn't an act, and that the red stuff all over me (btw some of the guys blood landed on me), was real.
he still didn't believe me. for some reason i considered Leonardo to have some psychological problem, because he was oblivious to what happened (now that i think of it, it wouldn't be too outrageous for someone to laugh at a problem this confronting). i just rember backing up into this mini forest before waking up.