I woke up living in my first home, I Got ready to go and was running very late. I went outside to get in the car to discover a big problem.
The car was in bits – the engine and most of the mechanics were gone. I was angry – Mine, my dads and a few other cars in the street had all been attacked. The guy over the road came out his house and said “Yeah – It was the middle of the night but I didn’t want to get involved so just went back to bed” and left. I was annoyed with him.
Another day, a loud noise was heard from outside while at home – they were back. I went out to try and get things back more than the car [the car was insured] and stuff was taken that couldn’t be replaced.
They said they were an environmental activist group stopping people using their cars to tracel. I argued the idea with them of instead of one car going from 1 to 2, ot 3 to 4 – the one car had to now go from 1 to 2 to 3 to 4 – making more use of fuel. Dad seemed to laugh through the window and left me to it.
I think they heard the police coming as the jumped into a can and started to speed off.
I wanted to know who they were so grabbed a handle of the van and jumped up, the door swung open with me and another hanging on and driving continued up the bank.
we got high up the bank where I let go, myself and others were now running up the next road to the top. At the top – one person pushed me aside towards traffic and for a couple of seconds I realised I was in a dream and could fly and speeded up to them returing to the dream world.
We were talking, after a while one of the girls decided they wern’t going to loose me and took me to where they were meeting. On the way they took a powder of what looked like herbs and threw then in the air, giving me some and encouraging me to join in to help clear the way and allow passage.
After the herbs, there seemed to be a kind of freedom, Joy, peace and respect that made me want to know more. We got to the place and the guy I argued with earlier was there – He was not happy to see me and stormed off down some steps.
The building we were in had a bright sign on the front side with the words “Gil-MorÃ©” in the style of a motel sign or from the film Empire Records. The sign was a glowing red.
I followed the others into another room and sat on a bed. I handed back the herbs I had which had seemed to multiply and we started to talk and…
<Everything stopped> – I was awoken by a phone call and wrote down all I remembered.
Maybe I’ll continue the dream again another time.