Dream I.

Had a dream this morning, creepy as shit. Basically... Australia was invaded by an Eastern-European nation (jealous of our sunshine?)... And this is how it went.


I was off to the opera with a friend and after the thing had finished and I got sick of waiting around while she talked to someone I didn't like, I walked out the front to look for a ride home. Another old friend was outside and was just about to ride a gum tree home so I quickly asked if I could get a lift; seeing that there were no spare forks in the branches to put my bum in I withdrew my request and had a look around to see how else I could get home.


Over the distant hills beyond the opera theatre I could see flashes of dark orange against the black night sky. Thought it was weird but decided it must have just been a bushfire hanging around.


A kid with a baseball cap walks past carrying a radio (boombox style) with the announcer saying something about bombs going off in the cities and chaos running rampant and all that apocalyptic rubbish; all of a sudden I am at home and the TV is telling us to get into our basements with a bunch of drinking water and canned food and to stay there until more is known (i.e. the government knows we're all fucked but don't want panic so they want us to confine ourselves in our homes to await inevitable capture).


Only, I kept having flashes to scenes of violence in other homes where soldiers had beaten down the doors and machine-gunned people to heck. Didn't think our basement/garage was gonna quite cut it. So my boyfriend was busy packing up foodstuffs and deciding whether we'd need blankets and that kind of thing; meanwhile I was beset by a sudden urge to go out the back door of our house and disappear into the bushland behind it. Luckily I dragged him out of the kitchen and we did just that, because...


...The general of the army decided to walk up the street and come to stand in front of our house, almost in eyeshot, just as we dashed behind a group of trees and bushes. The general and a couple of other soldiers stand out the front of our place for a while as we watch them, and we hear them say that it'll be their new headquarters (which is odd, as our place is nowhere near glamorous), but yeah. We slowly make our way further into the scrub and after a hundred metres probably we run into a band of other people who have also escaped into the trees, and we walk with them for a while, until we hit a main road with a wide land island running down the middle of it.


Wanting to get across the street to get to the thicker brush on the other side we venture out and reach the land island, conveniently covered as it was with a sporadic bunch of trees. Hear a deep rumble and over the crest of the hill (the road being on a slant) we see a long metal TANK GUN peek its head over to say "hi"... The ground is covered in canvas blankets so we all manage to scramble under these in time to not be seen.


Then my boyfriend and I find ourselves at an airport (to see if anything would fly us out to safety, presumable). An aunt I dislike and her several stuck up children are there for just that reason; they are appalled that nobody seemed to want to or care to or be able to try to pull some strings to save their little pathetic lives... Ahh. I kind of don't care about their troubles though, so we leave them and pass ourselves off as a German couple and magically find ourselves on a jet to leave Australia. The crew of the plane are all very nervous as there are members of the invading army keeping watch over the plane and its passengers just to make sure that they haven't let anyone on who they should have shot at the terminal (shot them terminally, perhaps??). My story is that I'm a left-handed German somethingorother, artist maybe... Being right-handed, this was probably a bad idea. I am noticed using my right hand for something and so I am taken into a small conference room at the rear of the plane for questioning by one of the invader guards. It got a bit fun from here.


I was sat down at a small rectangular table on a plastic chair and the "inquisitor" sat opposite. Without so much as a "how do you do" he simply asked me whether there was anything I wanted to do/say before I died. I answered that I had always regretted not getting tattoos (which is true, and I do want to get one or two one day when my balls drop) - but I was also thinking it would buy me some more time and perhaps through the act of tattooing me the dude would get attached and wouldn't execute me. So he first tattooed a small (about the size of a fifty cent coin) triangle on the top of my right hand; then he proceeded to give me almost a full sleeve on my left arm, hard to explain what it looked like; it was a dark blue oval shape with a gold border around it, and at the bottom the border tapered down and coiled into a tail, like a possum's tail... Reminded me a bit of a hieroglyph even though I know that I've never seen any hieroglyphs in that shape. After glyphing me he thought he'd be a bit sadistic and began to cut the small triangle tattoo off my hand... he traced the blade around the outline of it and then grabbed a corner with his thumb and forefinger and proceeded to rip it off, skin and all. As soon as that was done he went to start cutting out my sleeve tatt... I asked him whether or not I could quickly go and speak to the dude I had been sitting with (i.e. my boyfriend), saying that though I "didn't know him" - gotta love dream continuity - he was the last person I'd spoken to and I wanted him to remember me. So the guard gives me the nod and I head back out into the cabin majora.


I plonk myself down next to my lover and don't let him see that my hand is bleeding. I show him the tatt on my arm and say he should get an Incubus tattoo just like it so that we'd share the same symbol on each other (again, from hieroglyph to Incubus logo? Really). I try not to let him know that I am about to be shot but we tacitly understand that this would be our last conversation. Pretend-smiling I get up and return to the conference room with a heavy tread and the guard resumes his cruel undertaking. He traces around the Incubus hieroglyph with his sharp knife and just as he begins to rip it off I wake up.


This is a pretty standard-type dream for me. Surely there will be more to follow.