Dream 05/02/08
Walking around, with a gang of people, in a kind of run down derelict town with all these fucked up city buildings, in the dark. Some home made bombs (made of bread) placed in metal litter bins which we detonate with lighters and explode and shoot upwards like rockets smashing through five floors of glass balconies, before smashing on the floor smoking like spent shotgun cartridges. Exciting. Then running away as the weakened building starts to topple towards us.
I look down at a pipe which gushes rainwater, a black and white kitten gets washed out on its back, it’s alive but scarred. It has a mouse in it’s mouth, the mouse gets free, walks in a circle, the kitten picks it up again and places it by my shoe. A gift.
I don’t know what to do. I stroke it (the kitten), but I’m unsure whether it will bite, or have rabies. (vagina)
Then, another rival gang, with different bombs, there might be a fight, but then they join us. It’s ok.
We look at an old cottage, barred windows, there’s a light inside (Jacob from Lost’s place?) We want to blow it up, but someone’s inside. I clamber on bars, look through windows and letterbox, there’s someone living inside. I think we should leave it, but the leader really wants to blow it up.
*awake*
4 years ago • Notes