24062018

 

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24062018

 

the name of the dream: the shortcut

 

was headed for home in the middle of the night

 

there weren't any ghouls or vampires about but any time which could be shaved off a nighttime trek which didn't have any people or sights or sounds in it was enough of a justification to find a way to shorten it

 

decided to take an established shortcut of mine, which took a steep climb, three hundred metres and four or five minutes out of the return route

 

the only drawback was climbing over a two-metre slatted wood fence

 

not an obstacle for an athletic, full of life, twenty-something-year-old person like myself

 

upped-and-over'd the fence in the blink of an eye and landed in thick, mushy, squelchy mud

 

didn't see that one coming

 

all of a sudden the shortcut had become a negative gain

 

it would take five or ten times more time to clean my clothes than was gained by taking the shortcut

 

could see the ground under my feet

 

this scene was in shades of black, darkest brown and grey

 

my sense of smell let me know that the two or three centimetre-deep mud i was wading through wasn't honest to goodness natural mud but was a really obnoxious smelling animal excreta

 

looking ahead i could see it went on for fifteen or twenty metres but it never occurred to me to go back, the damage to my shoes, socks, trousers and my sense of being clean and kept had been demolished

 

then i knew why the poo was there

 

the person who's property i was on had decided to piss off those who were making a path through his property in the same way i and others were pissing him off by not giving a second thought to his sensibilities of his land being trespassed upon

 

i suppose it was as good a way of any of getting people to give him his due consideration

 

putting barbed wire on the fence would have been completely inappropriate

 

anyway, i waded on and opened a gate which would get me back on the public ground and my jaw dropped to the floor

 

there was a man four or five metres in front and to the left of me and another man ten or twelve metres in front and to the right of me and they both had shotguns or rifles

 

the man closest to me had the rifle under his right arm with his hand taking the weight of the gun half way along and under the barrel which was pointing to the ground

 

his left hand was in his jacket pocket and he was the picture of standing relaxation)

 

the man furthest from me also had the rifle under his left arm

 

his left hand too was under the barrel which was also pointing at the ground but his right hand was on the trigger-housing guard and he could, i had no doubt, have his firing finger on the trigger before the barrel was levelled at whatever it was he intended to shoot

 

they looked like what they were... professionals

 

neither man said anything or moved

 

i knew what was wanted of me

 

i started walking forward but not at either of them

 

when i was a couple of metres past the man on my left him he began walking at my pace two metres behind and two metres to the left of me

 

i was being arrested for trespassing

 

the manner of the arrest... two armed private security guards, meant they were going to make an example of me and i would get a stiff sentence)

 

the thought that two armed professionals would shoot a trespasser dead didn't strike me as a probability, in fact as i thought more about it became clearer... this was to be a "show trial"

 

justice would be done in a fair and measured manner, the last thing they wanted to do would be to shoot a person dead for walking through someone's private property

 

the man ahead and to the right of me reached a one and a half metres high wrought gate, opened it and stood back to let me pass through it and as i did he said something in a friendly manner

 

that clinched it

 

they would definitely not be shooting anybody

 

three metres through the gate i ran for it

 

there was no way two middle-aged men with rifles were going to catch the school cross-country champion and county representative in the four-hundred metres

 

i had managed to lose them within seconds of dream-time

 

no sooner was i savouring the satisfaction of having got away when the next scene introduced another person into the dream who was also intent on "taking me in"

 

i didn't give him chance to corner me and got away from him although he did almost catch me

 

now i felt i was free and clear and was on my way home

 

the sense of being free and clear perfectly complimented the ambience of the night

 

initially, the temperature made this dream feel like it was happening on a summer night

 

then the temperature began changing

 

with every cognizant evaluation of the temperature, it dropped noticeably

 

soon, the night air was a degree or two above freezing

 

then it went to freezing, then to below freezing and then it started to become uncomfortably cold and then it became a cold-snap

 

a few snowflakes appeared in the dream

 

then the snow got thicker

 

and then thicker still, it was difficult to see through it

 

then the snow was being pushed by the wind

 

then the wind got stronger and stronger, now it was a blizzard

 

at the height of the blizzard, the scene changed

 

first, a few drops of light rain

 

and then, like the snow, then the rain went through three, four or more changes until the narrow concrete steps i was walking up had a torrent of water eight centimetres deep gushing down them

 

the temperature wasn't a factor in the rain scenes

 

notes 1

 

about twenty scenes in the weather-theme dream which makes this an epic dream

 

first epic dream for a while

 

that's two lengthy dreams in three days

 

addenda

 

vividness 3.1 to 3.5/6

 

participant

 

the category of the dream epic () weather (1)