dreams diary 1

22012020


the name of the dream: michievous me


there was a festival going on in town


there was an awful lot of drinking considering it wasn't a beer festival


"bikers" had made it their festival


they were the type of bikers who wore denim jackets without sleeves regardless of the weather


they liked a good laugh, especially if it were at someone else's expense and doubly so if it were the law or a "straight" guy


one of the bikers was someone i'd known back in the day


he fancied himself as a tough guy even back then but at least you could have a laugh about ordinary things with him


decided to spread a rumour that he used to be friends with a cop


it was tantamount to blasphemy in biker circles... does he still know the cop ?


it didn't take long for me to emerge as the culprit


i'd stepped over the "line" and he'd have to do something


what he wasn't going to do me when he got hold of me was nobody's business


he got close to me a couple of times but he wasn't subtle enough to catch me


not sure what he'd have done to me if he got his hands on me


depending on his mood, it could be anything from a "gentle" roughing up to a broken arm


the danger still wasn't over when the dream ended


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vividness 3 - participant - the category of the dream: festivals (3+) bikers (1)




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