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15 Aug 2007 Friends in a fast food joint, real life hotwheels and domestic violence

[Dream] I had this dream a couple weekends ago.

I remember dreaming of a fast food restaurant.

There was a group of friends in this restaurant, three men and one woman all in their 30s or 40s (for the purpose of this story lets call them A, B, C and the woman D). They were all strangely familiar, as if they were TV actors. In fact I think this dream was some sort of TV show or sitcom, only without the canned audience laughter.

Outside the restaurant was a short guy with grey hair and a deep 5 o'clock shadow trying to fix his car in the car park. It was a shiny new blue car that was kitted up to make it look bling; alloy wheels, spoilers, the works. But his car would start up. B (the goofball but friendly type) decided to go out and help this guy out, opening up the bonnet and looking at the engine. The short guy is furious and screams out things including "You can't fix it you idiot! It's not like ordinary cars!". B cheerfully dismissed this claim and lifts up a part of the engine. The car breaks apart and liquid starts bubbling from the engine. By this point the short guy is ready to explode with rage.

Of course B was all apologetic about this and invited the Short Guy to join them eating at the fast food restaurant. The Short Guy accepted with a grumpy huff and he joined the four people at the table. The Short Guy then asked the other three how they ended up knowing the imbecile B. The first guy, A (he was the charismatic 'leader' or the group), smile and made some analogy about friendship and sharing and stuff (I wish I could remember it now. It was a really good one). He then took out a half full bottle of whisky, to which the four friends dipped their fingers into it and mixed it into their milkshakes.

Then my dream changed...

I remember seeing this impossibly huge racetrack. Think along the line of those Hotwheels race tracks crazy loops and all, but think scaled to real life size and stretching for as far as the eye could see. It was dark and cloudy all around. At the start of the track, which was on top of a steep hill, was a caravan, a bus, an ordinary car, and a couple of RC cars. But these were no ordinary RC cars. They were super charged to go as far as a real car, if not faster.

All these different vehicles at the starting line.

The green light flashes and away they go.

The bus, caravan, car and rc cars are speeding across the infinite-spanning track, doing impossible twists, turns, jump, stunts, you name it they were doing it. And the camera was capturing everything. And I heard a director coordinating all the camera shot. I then heard the director tell the cameramen something like "You better not screw up and show them the wrong footage. We'll be in big trouble if you screw up."

Then somebody screwed up.

The camera screen crackled with static and the image changed. When the static cleared I was shown images of some sort of domestic violence in place. I don't remember the exact details, there was a woman with long, curly, dark ginger hair being verbally and physically beaten by a man. I remember the deafening awkward silence as I was watching this scene unfold in front of me. I wasn't suppose to be watching this, I didn't know what to do or say. But still I watched this woman getting shouted at and beaten on the television screen.

I don't remember anything after that. By that point I guess I woke up.

Posted at: 13:05 PM

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MICHELLE said on Monday 20th of August 2007 at 05:11:36 PM

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