I have yet to understand why, but I've been having a lot of oddball dreams as of late. I hadn't been able remember much of any one dream specifically, most of them seem to be quite similar or build upon one another in some way.
However, I guess it all came together the other night and I had rather memorable one. I can recall quite a few specifics, some of it could pass for the actual goings on of a day for me; as they occurred over the past few years.
The particulars that lead me to post about it...
This one found me at work, doing what I do at work. Took a slight veer and I was still at work, but in the multi-story building we used to occupy. I found myself on one of the upper floors away from my workstation where, for some reason, I was confronting a group of hooligans commiting acts of thievery and who were otherwise up to no good.
The hooligans, as I visualized them in the dream, were one of the weird aspects of the dream. I'd hesitate to even describe them in certain company, but I trust that y'all are resonable folk and won't necessarily think ill of me.
There were three... or maybe four. They were all women. Black women (afromerican if you prefer).
LARGE... black women... like tree-fiddy-plus.
Now then. I ordered them to stop their evil-doing and stand by whilst I summoned proper authorities. They objected and started to leave the room in which we were standing. I repeated my order and attempted to halt their flight. I did so by placing myself in the doorway to the room to block their only exit from the room. For some reason I also visualized this taking place in the doorway of the elevator of this building. But that's really neither here nor there...
Anyway, it started to go bad at this point. The Amazons commenced to attacking me. Viciously at that. I fought back, hands and feet at first, and at some point I decided I was going to have to shoot them. All I had on me, though, was my Kel-Tec P3AT. The prospect of .380 vs. Amazons was not good. And as I was debating this in my head, while fighting, I realized that I was on government/educational property and by state law I wasn't lawfully packing. I decided I couldn't use the gun.
The next sequence in the dream found my all-stainless Spyderco Endura in my hand to fight the Amazons with. As I was opening the knife, I felt it come apart in my hand. The pivot pin tinkled to the ground and the blade flopped uselessly out of the handle. I thought back to the gun again, and even though it was in my pocket, the state of my dream wouldn't have me use. I gave up fighting the Amazons, stepped aside and let them flee.
I felt absolutely helpless and filled with despair. Not just something I remember being in the dream, but I can sit here and go over the details of the dream and the feeling seems so tangible, like I've actually experienced it before.
The dream ended. I woke up in a cold sweat. I could feel my heart pounding and I had a ginormous headache.
I can recall bits & pieces of other dreams that seem to have been variations of this one. And a couple that I can recall in decent detail. It's not usual that I have fairly vivid dreams. This one just really stuck with me; and I don't usually wake up feeling like I've been worked over by half-a-ton of Amazonian masterhood.
Frakkin' strange.