Another one of my bizarre dreams
I am in my school (CBS). Not in uniform, so don’t know if it is a dream depicting my past. Also, I am not younger looking, so most probably the dream is in the present.
There are a few people in the classroom; I don’t remember anyone I know. The classroom has big windows overlooking the school playing ground.
It is a calm and pleasant afternoon and everyone is going about their business.
The next thing I see is we are invaded by some eagles (kites maybe). They are coming near the window and flying by aggressively. The calmness of the classroom suddenly transforms into fear, screams and helter skelter. I, on the other hand, am more intrigued by the fact that we never had so many eagles (or kites) in the city.
I look more closely and find there is a huge eagle rising up beside a tree near the playground, holding two revolvers/pistols in each of its wings. The wings are like its hands. And then it starts firing.
Some of the bullets smash the windowpanes and injure a few people. I don’t get injured somehow.
Cut to a totally different location- A terrace top
Most probably I am on the terrace of my old residence, a 6 storey building. I remember this place because I have vivid memories of flying kites from this place when I was little.
There are no eagles, but I am still searching for the eagles. The two scenes are connected in a very weird way. Even though the set and the mise-en-scene is different, the fear and the desperation is making my pulse race.
I see that I am the only survivor of a brutal attack by some soldiers.
The soldiers killed everyone who was there with me in the class room.
I duck and scamper for cover. There are sounds of firing and now I am fearing for my dear life.
I see a soldier pitched on top of the water tank on the terrace looking the opposite direction from where I am taking cover.
There are some stones and small concrete rocks near me. I knew for sure sooner or later the soldier will spot me and shoot me. So I decide to do something dramatic.
I pick up a rock and throw it at the soldier as he turn towards my direction, aiming at his face. He is hit. I see a gush of blood on his face.
The soldier spots me and fires a round at me. The bullet pierces my neck and there is a burning sensation in my neck and the back of my head. I succumb. The pain is not too much now- but I die.
There are more bullets fired, but no pain this time. I have passed on from the living to the dead.
Fade to black
I am in my school (CBS). Not in uniform, so don’t know if it is a dream depicting my past. Also, I am not younger looking, so most probably the dream is in the present.
There are a few people in the classroom; I don’t remember anyone I know. The classroom has big windows overlooking the school playing ground.
It is a calm and pleasant afternoon and everyone is going about their business.
The next thing I see is we are invaded by some eagles (kites maybe). They are coming near the window and flying by aggressively. The calmness of the classroom suddenly transforms into fear, screams and helter skelter. I, on the other hand, am more intrigued by the fact that we never had so many eagles (or kites) in the city.
I look more closely and find there is a huge eagle rising up beside a tree near the playground, holding two revolvers/pistols in each of its wings. The wings are like its hands. And then it starts firing.
Some of the bullets smash the windowpanes and injure a few people. I don’t get injured somehow.
Cut to a totally different location- A terrace top
Most probably I am on the terrace of my old residence, a 6 storey building. I remember this place because I have vivid memories of flying kites from this place when I was little.
There are no eagles, but I am still searching for the eagles. The two scenes are connected in a very weird way. Even though the set and the mise-en-scene is different, the fear and the desperation is making my pulse race.
I see that I am the only survivor of a brutal attack by some soldiers.
The soldiers killed everyone who was there with me in the class room.
I duck and scamper for cover. There are sounds of firing and now I am fearing for my dear life.
I see a soldier pitched on top of the water tank on the terrace looking the opposite direction from where I am taking cover.
There are some stones and small concrete rocks near me. I knew for sure sooner or later the soldier will spot me and shoot me. So I decide to do something dramatic.
I pick up a rock and throw it at the soldier as he turn towards my direction, aiming at his face. He is hit. I see a gush of blood on his face.
The soldier spots me and fires a round at me. The bullet pierces my neck and there is a burning sensation in my neck and the back of my head. I succumb. The pain is not too much now- but I die.
There are more bullets fired, but no pain this time. I have passed on from the living to the dead.
Fade to black
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