I had this dream last night. It's hazy because I recalled all of it upon waking, and the details crowded out each other.
I dreamed that my mother had left me at this breakfast shop to drink tea, and she had to go to work. But she warned me about people who were chasing after me, so I was on my guard. I watched her drive off with a worried face, out of my vision in the window.
The people at the tea shop were my allies. I watched the men who were chasing me park outside the shop in their black, black cars, and walk inside. I pretended to read a book while they sat down, observing me.
I took my stuff and I went to the corner where the stairs and bathroom doors were. Above the shop was the house of the landlady; down the stairs was storage, and I went down the stairs, knowing the men were following me. The landlady was in the basement, doing laundry, and when she turned around and saw me, I asked for her help.
She directed me to a storage room, saying "You will find useful things there."
They thought I had gone upstairs, so I hid myself in the storage room. I took a silver rod, gripped it in my hand, and waited.
One of the men came over. I slammed the rod into his head, calmly. My heart was racing but my movements were sure. He fell. I took the longer, thicker, black nightstick from his belt, and waited for the other one.
The other man came in and saw his companion on the floor, and grabbed the nightstick before I could plunge it into his head. The rod flew away, but I grabbed a silver wire from nearby, and scratched his face with it. Then I grabbed the silver wire and hit him with it, too. I took keys from his belt, mechanically, as if I knew everything I was doing.
I took this opportunity to run upstairs and out the door, taking one of their cars. It didn't matter to me which one, I tried both. The men tried to follow me but I floored the gas and then off I went. It was driving through this small, curvy, green town that I wept, wondering where my mother had went.
I crashed through the town--even in my dream, I can't drive. Oh well.
So I stopped at this little yard, fenced off and abandoned. I went to the middle of the field after abandoning the car. There, I started stripping off my clothes until I was in this white dress, and stepped into the beach and ocean, all encompassed and encircled by the vast fence. I washed my hair in the ocean, and it came up soft, almost fleshlike, and pale. The sand was white, and I looked up at the sky, and felt overjoyed.
I walked so long along the edge of this ocean, feeling safe. Soon I began to see people, and my sense of safety wavered.
I don't remember clearly the rest of the dream. There was a casino, and sex, and getting lost amongst other people. This was a very strange dream, very realistic, and impressive.
