Re: Dreams and the Subconscious
So.. I forget the details, but this dream ended earlier like thus: Me and this dude (who were for some reason travel companions) attended a local community gathering, at what in real life is my old school building, but in this dream just served as a community hub of some sort..
There were lots of people at this thing, eating, drinking, networking..
But me and him had ulterior motives, and we kept disappearing into darkend spaces to discuss a plan we were hatching.
We needed resources, and then we needed to return to our journey (what journey and why?!)
Then the plan came about. We'd just rob a wealthy individual on our way out, and then get off.
I was given a weapon of some sort, told to pick a target and to get on with it.
I concealed my weapon, covertly but not perfectly, we were counting on haste.
We both made our way through the building, weaving in and out of the crowd, and made for the exit, a target would be found outside..
We arrive outside, I'm leading us.. We are away from the main gathering, and nobody is outside with us - save for one individual up ahead in the car park, messing around with their car boot.
I'm encouraged by my companion to hurriedly approach from behind, do the need, and we'll make the get away..
I agree, and tell him to keep up as we scale the car park..
But as I get closer to the target I realise its just a defenceless, African Caribbean lady, who is most likely a church going old granny -
My conscience kicks in, and I hiss back behind me that I can't go through with this in good conscience. My partner hisses back that this is no time for a conscience, or cold feet, and that I should know how imperative our needs are -
At this point we're striding past the woman, and I'm conflicted. I don't want to do this, but he's right, we need to do something.
I exclaim in frustration, and look down towards the heavy weapon I'm concealing, I make up my mind, turn around and chuck it to his feet behind me.
Do it then, I tell him.
Then I turn my back to him, and increase the distance between us. I glance back in time to see that we had startled the woman - but too late, as he expertly side stepped round to the back of her and pumped her with 5 blasts from the nail gun.
I close my eyes , and turn away, allowing guilt and sadness to wash over me a minute.
But for only a minute, for all feelings are pushed to the side when my partner in crime dashes over to me, and passes me telling me that the deed is done, and let's be on our way.