Last night I had one of those weird dreams you just die telling people about.
I was a passenger on a bus on the freeway which was followed by a bunch of guys on Harleys who suddenly threw stuff to burst the windows. They managed to board the bus and take everyone hostage. They gave everyone the choice: either sign up as a volunteer for the fight in Iraq or get electric shocks. I think I voted for Iraq, since I could always revoke that volunteering as I had been forced to do it.
Meanwhile, we were at a house (don’t ask me how we got there, dreams are like that) and the shocking began. They had tasers which wich they took one by one down. Finally, police arrived, special forces even, and I took the chance to intervene, try to attack one of the criminals so the police could take them out. But the police did not act. And so, of course, I had given myself a free ride for tasing.
The next morning the situation had cooled down and I think I talked to the boss and asked him why they even did this. I don’t remember his answer. But I saw that most of the gang were relaxing in the pool outside. I had left my cellphone off all the time because calling seemed too risky, but now I slipped into my shoes and ran out on the street and away in order to get help and call police.
That’s when the alarm clock went off. As usual, it did so when the dream was most thrilling and exciting. Too bad.
EDIT:
A few days after this, my girlfriend told me that I was apparently really jumpy while I was asleep. She said she tried to touch me during sleep a few nights back and I had jumped. So maybe the element of tasing in the dream was caused by her trying to gently touch me.
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