Strange dream

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Last night I dreamed that someone in power wanted to get rid of me, but not
kill me. I knew something they didn’t want to get out.
So, they had me locked up in the psychiatric wing of the Worcester state
hospital.

I was sure that if I could get out and back to where my wife and I lived,
our old apartment in Worcester we haven’t lived in since 1993, things would
be OK.

In the dream, inmates at the hospital had to wear bright yellow ponchos.
This was to make sure we could be quickly identified.
I waited until a dark and rainy night and made an escape.

I ran up to where we have our Phoenix Swords storage room at a U-Haul place
on the same hill as the hospital. But, in the dream it wasn’t a self
storage place, but was instead a Chucky Cheese restaurant for kids.
I went in anyhow.
As I hoped, people seemed to assume my yellow poncho was due to the rain
outside, and not that I was escaped from the mental hospital.

“Do you have a phone?” I asked the manager.
“Back by the Whack-A-Mole,” he said.
There was a pay phone in the middle of the game’s area for the kids. It
was very noisy.
I didn’t have any money, ID, credit cards or anything else. I didn’t want
to make a collect call as I’d have to give my name and they might already
be looking for me. But, I knew that I could make a credit card call to my
wife and she would come and get me.
If I could remember the card details.

As I tried to do this, a kid started playing the Whack-A-Mole game next to
me. It was very, very loud and I had a lot of trouble hearing the
instructions on the phone. At one point the kid grabbed the phone from me
and used it as a hammer in the game.
I think I got through, but couldn’t hear much from the other end of the
phone. I shouted where I was in the hopes my wife would be able to hear it
over the noise.

As I stood there I could see out the front window of the restaurant. I saw
a car drive by with someone I knew in it. It was John S, who went to
college with me and still sometimes shows up at game nights.
I realized the hospital had sent him out to find me.

I wasn’t sure he had seen me in the restaurant with all the lights and
games, but knew if he came in he couldn’t miss me standing there in the
middle of all the kids.
I hung up the phone and went out the back door of the restaurant.

I headed down Shrewsbury street toward the center of the city. The street
was a mirror image of the real one with the train tracks on the opposite
side from where I am used to seeing them.

Decades ago when I used to ride my bike across Worcester to my job, I went
that way and cut through a small tunnel under the train tracks. It was
only wide enough for one car at a time, so lots of folks avoided it. It
has since been closed and you can’t even see where it was anymore.
But, in the dream it was still there. (Granted, on the other side due to
the mirroring.)

As I went down Shrewsbury street I realized to was too well lit for me.
So, I intended to cut through the tunnel and go down the next road that is
parallel to it.
As I got to the tunnel, I saw John’s car coming down Shrewsbury street
towards me.
I knew I couldn’t get through the tunnel in time.
So, I propped myself on the hill next to the tunnel with the warning signs
in the hopes me yellow poncho would look like another warning sign from the
main road as he drove past.

John’s car started to drive past, and then stopped. I saw him getting out
and knew I had not fooled him.
Dream Ends

I know where a lot of this came from:
Last night at dinner we talked about mental hospitals and visiting people
in them.
Saturday I drove past where that tunnel had been on my way to get my hair
cut and had been thinking about how it had just been erased from existence.
Sunday we stopped at storage and it was loud, crowded and annoying as
someone was moving stuff in while blocking doors and parking spaces.
My wife and I were talking about rain coats for the trip we are planning.

But, even knowing where it came from, it was strange.
And I have no idea why John was in it or chasing me. That’s not like him
at all…

Comments

[hindustar.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was a lot of processing your brain was doing.

[merilune.livejournal.com]

It's amazing how your brain has picked up on the things you've been discussing and then put them up for process in a dream. If that happens to you commonly I would avoid horror movies :P