"Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager" (Nighthawkwill7)
02/13/2014 at 11:00 • Filed to: Dreamlopnik
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"Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager" (Nighthawkwill7)
02/13/2014 at 11:00 • Filed to: Dreamlopnik | 2
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I've probably seen that Jaguar villains advertisement too many times because now I'm dreaming about them.
So here we begin, inside a hangar full of business jets. I get a call from a friend saying that he is sick with the flu and asked if I could get him a movie and drop it off in his mailbox. "Sure why not?" So I leave the hangar and head into an alley full of technicolor doors. As I exit the alley, a man in a pork pie hat hands me a small box and tells me to meet him later on before promptly disappearing right before my eyes. Bewildered by what I just saw, I open the box and find a set of car keys. There is no identifiable brand name or emblem on the key fob so I walk by a nearby row of cars, pushing the unlock button in hopes of finding the specific car. I see a flash of yellow coming from a dark green coupe at the end of the row which, much to my great surprise, is a Jaguar F-Type! "Not bad" I think to myself as I get in the car and prod the start button, the V8 thunders into life before settling into a baritone idle.
Still confused by the earlier encounter with the shady man, I open the box again for to search for more clues and see a yellow post-it note with an address scrawled on it. I decide my friend's movie is going to have to wait as I investigate what's going on with this man. I input the address in the Jag's satellite navigation system and speed off as the route appears on the screen. The city is eerily empty and enveloped in a deafening silence, broken only by the burble of the Jaguar's exhaust as it reverberates off the building walls. I'm nearing my destination, only a quarter mile to go when I spot a lady waving me down on the side of the road. I pull over but unsure of the lady's intentions, I linger in the car for a moment. "Perhaps you should take this, sir." A mechanical voice, apparently coming from the stereo system. "Did this car just speak to me?" Just then, the glove compartment props open to reveal a .38 Special Smith & Wesson revolver with a blued finish. I take the voice's advice and grab the revolver, checking the cylinder to see if it's loaded, I have five rounds.
Just then, the woman frantically runs over to me, screaming all the while that someone took her dog. "Lady, I'd think that finding your dog is the least of your concerns, judging by the state of the city. What in the hell happened here?". "The city has been evacuated, because HE is here!" She replies. I ask her who "HE" is but she won't dare speak "HIS" name. I have a feeling that this lady is not a threat so I holster the revolver (where'd that holster come from?). We get in the car and I drive the little distance remaining to reach the location on the note. The lady seemed hesitant to speak, sitting besides me with her eyes wide open with fright. The address turned out to be some sort of castle, a massive Byzantine structure with marble parapets and a giant obsidian rampart. The lady and I step out of the car and walk down the narrow drawbridge towards the entrance. "Wait for me here, lady. I don't know what there might be inside." I tell her but she flat out refused stay. With gun in hand, I proceed through the castle gate and into the courtyard when suddenly the gates drop behind us. "You took your time in getting here, boy." A gravelly voice speaks out from above us and up on a balcony, there he is, the shady man with the pork pie hat. "That's HIM!" Yells out the woman and with that, the man materializes down in front of us.
He takes off his hat and his face suddenly becomes clear. Pale skinned and with a scar across his left cheek, the gaunt man draws a sword and lunges at me. I manage to get two shots off at him, hitting square in the chest but they don't seem to have any effect. I get out of the way just in time to escape being cleaved in two by his blade. "Silly boy, your mundane weapons cannot harm me" he speaks softly, a grim smile spreading across his face. As he took a step towards me, a white flash comes out of nowhere and knocks him to the ground. "Oh Axel!" Exclaims the lady and I then see a giant white wolf standing looming over the shady man. The wolf looks me in the eye, his emerald eyes glimmering in the torchlight and then lowers his head down to the shady man and ripping his head off. The wolf takes a few steps back from the man's corpse and the lady gestures at me to do the same when suddenly, the shady man's body explodes, leaving a gaping whole in the floor. "Thank you for your help stranger, you'll find what you are looking for down there." Says the woman before she and the wolf vanish like specters. I hope down through the floor and end up in a Blockbuster film store of all places! Didn't know these things were still around! I walk down the aisles, looking for a movie for my sick friend.
"I went through a lot of pain to get you a movie so you better like it." And with that, I wake up.
Remember to check out my dream blog. I only started it yesterday but I will keep it updated regularly, for those that are interested. Thanks!
http://allaboardthedreamvoyager.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-se…
Jayhawk Jake
> Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager
02/13/2014 at 12:00 |
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Do you write these the second you wake up? Because otherwise I have no idea how you remember all this.
I practically never remember my dreams, and honestly I'm not even sure I know what I dreamt about the moment I wake up. The only dreams I remember are ones that are particularly weird or disturbing, which has only happened a handful of times in my life.
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Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager
> Jayhawk Jake
02/13/2014 at 12:16 |
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Sometimes I write them when I wake up but today I wrote it during my lunch period. I just remember them very well.