Saturday, 9 January 2021

Dream journal: Thirty-three

This is the thirty-third in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is usually the morning after the night the dream took place. You can’t wait very long before capturing a dream because it soon disappears from memory.

1 June 2020

Dreamt I was in a city and was being pursued by the intelligence services. It was a complex dream and for some reason I was in a classroom, or lecture theatre, where many students were seated, attending to a speaker at the front of the space at the bottom of ranks of stepped seats. The seats had small desks attached to their arms. I got a seat and sat there but then moved to another seat, in a row further up the auditorium, next to a young man with a blue shirt on.

Then I was outside walking along a path. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man approached me from the front, grabbed me, and started dragging me bodily along the pavement. He wasn’t a large man, and hadn’t stood out from the crowd due to his bulk, as you would imagine would be true of someone so powerful that he could handle another man’s body in this fashion. I was being held by my arm, his arm under my armpit, and we were going along beside a series of fences – behind which, as though they were enclosed for the purpose of preservation, lay areas of grass and shrubbery, with the occasional tree interspersed among low growth and lawn – toward a destination I wasn’t cognisant of, but I knew that I was, for some reason, being kidnapped. 

In fact, in the auditorium I had wondered when this might happen. I now struggled and physically defeated my assailant, releasing myself from his strong grip and fleeing along a path. In another building I was ushered into a toilet, and at the back of the room with the stalls in it there was a sliding door that led to a meeting room. A man was inside it and he debriefed me, telling me I had done a good job in managing to escape. He asked me if I wanted to be part of the organisation and I said, “Yes.” I took a key as he had suggested – there was on a table a pile of keys, each of which had a tag attached to it, as though to identify the door it would allow you to unlock – and left the room, going out the sliding door into the toilet’s brightly-lit space. 

And then I was at a set of lifts, but because virus restrictions were in place people were waiting in the lobby in front of the doors leading to the shafts and the gondolas that ascended and descended inside them. When one arrived, and the doors opened, I got in and pressed the button for the first floor, intending to go up. 

I thought to myself, as I was standing there waiting for the doors to close, that I should’ve just walked up the stairs.

2 June 2020

Dreamt I was on a train track on my way to a destination in a city. A train came along slowly and I got on it and rode it for a distance, but I was only partly attached to the engine, which was open to the elements. I was clinging to its superstructure, hanging off the side of it. The track turned and the train went to the right and I had to stay on it though the main line continued on my left as I went around the corner, heading to the metropolis. 

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