The Dreams

I hope one day to transcribe one of my recurrent college dreams. It was astonishingly clear, I remember its detail to this day. Once in a while I have 'fight dreams.' Usually in periods of stress. I had not had one for a long while, but, they are back.

I was with a female companion. Only once have I been able to identify her. Other times it has been as if several women I know are sharing a body. We are walking somewhere and for some reason someone thinks it would be cool to attack me. It is never her, she is just in their way. And she is expendable. Hereafter, this night I deviated from the norm.

I grabbed her hand and we ran. Over benches and trash cans, half walls and curbs, we ran for dear life. The city was quite empty, or people moved out of the way fast. We ran for a long time, trying to lose our pursuers. We never gained on them, they never gained on us. We were bound to run until death. Whose would be first? They look in better shape for this than she is, but what pip-squeak picks a fight with a stranger anyway? She starts to tire, I can feel her lagging more and more. This is it. Again.

We stop running, find her a place to hide and catch her breath. I will soon have them well distracted, at that point she could very well walk off into her sunset and they would not notice. They are here for me. As long as she is safe, I am not too bothered. Here we are again. They come around, all four, maybe five of them snickering like the hyenas in The Lion King. So predictable, if I could speak I would tell them to find a new style. To what end? This is not a time for words.

It is always the big ones who attack first, if they all ran this far surely the rest want to fight too. So if the big one attacks and he kills me, were is the sport for the others? The smaller giants should pounce first, that increases the chances of everyone getting a share. If I am losing they can tag each other in. If I am winning, I will tag them in! Sorry, yeah the big one, he is coming alright. Screaming like an idiot...

It is just a dream. I am up, sweaty, hot, but up. My wife is peacefully asleep. Too bad. I do feel like a fight. These days they don't come back after I have woken up. Itching for a fight here --- oh well, maybe another night.