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21 Apr 2006 The consequences of drink-driving

[Dream] I had this dream on the 19th April 2006. It was the first of two dreams I had that day.

I had just finished my salsa lesson for the night with my (rather attractive) female dance instructor and a female friend. We decided to celebrate by going to the bar and having a few drinks. Now the place I go to learn salsa is a half an hour drive away therefore I wasn't allowed to drink much alcohol. So I only had a shot of whisky and then carried on drinking fruit juice. Unknown to me the instructor and friend had spiked my fruit juice with a single shot of whisky. I didn't taste the whisky in my drink as I down its fruity goodness and I got in my car to drive off that night, feeling more than capable of driving.

As I was driving down the motorway I was feeling more and more tired and drunk. I then realised that my drink was spike and I that I was in fact drunk and over the drink/drive limit. I needed to get home as soon as possible before the police caught me or before somebody gets hurt. I was reaching the end of the motorway, swerving all over the place trying to stay in control when I saw a guy walking across the road. But it was too late when I saw him. I ran into him with my car and he bounced off it like a rag doll before collapsing onto the road, dead. I had killed a man whilst drunk behind the wheel.

That sobered me up and I was struck with grief and guilt. I felt terrible. I didn't know what to do so I drove back home.

There was a party going on at my house. Everyone was having a great time but I was still felt terrible from the guilt of running somebody over, but I didn't tell anyone about it; I kept it all to myself. I sat in a corner alone close to tears. Then a dark haired, attractive woman approached me; she could clearly see there was something troubling me and with a sympathetic ear asked me what was wrong. I refused to tell her what was wrong; I knew that she could not help me. But still she asked, reassuring me that she was there to help. Eventually I caved in and told her everything that had happened that night; the salsa, the spiked drink, the drunk driving, the man I ran over, everything. The woman then said that I was under arrest for the crimes that I had committed. She was a policewoman in disguise and was accompanied by David Jason in his A Touch of Frost character. Suffice to say that I lost my drivers license.

Then things took a turn for the odd. Somehow the Press and the Media had found out about my arrest and decided that it was wrong and unjust; that it was an error on the Justice System's part and there was corruption within the ranks (as they do). It's was everywhere, I was treated like the underdog hero. But all the facts the Media published were not true, I did kill someone whilst drink-driving. Still the general public were worked up into a frenzy, showering me with praises, gifts, riots and all. In the end I had to stop the insanity by grabbing a microphone during an interview/protest and shout "Look you've got it all wrong! I really did do it!" I then told the public everything that had happened, they finally found out the truth.

The general public felt cheated and angry with me. Their 'hero' was nothing but a lie and a murderer. They shunned me, shouted at me, and demanded all their gifts back. Regardless of all this Media nonsense I was still due for a sentence from the Justice System. A couple of days before the sentencing my dad released me from where I was being held. He was in his late thirties in his conservative look, before he moved to London and became a 'cyber goth' type person (that part about him being a cyber is no dream; he really is one in real life).

He lead me through the woods. It was all peaceful, not necessarily an attractive looking woodland area, just average looking. We passed through a stream and I noticed a prehistoric-looking fish that had evolved some forearms and was using them to forage as it swam through the stream. I asked my dad where he was taking me, but I don't think he replied. Shortly afterwards I worked out where my dad was taking me.

My dad was taking me somewhere deep into the forest to kill me. And I felt contempt with this knowledge and I accepted it.

Then I woke up in real life.

Posted at: 21:40 PM

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