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Dreaming is true

I usually don’t remember my dreams, but the one I had this morning just before I woke up has stayed with me. It was one of those dreams that make you feel good about yourself, and it took place in Jerusalem, where I was the intended victim of a mugging. My travelling companion and I had just arrived at our hotel, were still outside in the broad daylight, and he was busy checking something in his luggage, therefore not really paying attention to what was happening around him. Me, I suddenly found myself looking into the barrel of a gun pointed at me by someone who bore a remarkable similarity to Naveen Andrews in his role as Sayid in Lost, and realized he wanted my purse, which I wasn’t going to give to him. I saw no need. What neither he nor my companion could see, was that two Israeli soldiers had just marched into the street, and I felt safe enough to refuse to hand over my belongings. Instead, I just smiled…probably, a little too smugly for Naveen/Sayid, because he did fire his gun. My companion looked up in shock, while I kept smiling. I knew that bullet wouldn’t hurt me. And it didn’t. It went went wide, then ricocheted off a dark blue sedan parked in the driveway, came hurtling back towards me again, hit the wall next to me and fell to the floor with a tinkling sound. I looked at it dumb-founded, while Naveen/Sayid took off, pursued by the two soldiers, and my companion (tall, curly hair and I think, a beard; but no one I know in real life) ran to me, to hug and check me over. He had just opened his mouth to tell me off too, when the alarm went off and I had to go and face another day at the office again…which, after having faced off with a mugger in my dream and come out on top, is all kinds of easy and relaxed.


Nov. 14th, 2005 10:29 am (UTC)
Aww, this makes me feel all mushy. (The fact that I'm currently being nostalgic and listening to The Living Daylights is probably of no consequence. *g*)

Good morning!
Nov. 14th, 2005 12:24 pm (UTC)
Good afternoon!

The thing that struck me about this dream, is that my behaviour is exactly true to character. Given those kind of circumstances, I probably would react in that way. It’s in my genes – foolhardiness like that runs in my family. My dad was a building contractor and dealt in fitted kitchens and tiles and all kinds of associated stuff, and one day my mum was minding the yard and a would-be robber turned up, holding a gun to her head and demanding to know where the money was. Undaunted, Mum just pointed at her mouth and famously said “What I earn, I eat” – and the robber left, empty-handed.
Nov. 14th, 2005 12:26 pm (UTC)
Ah. *giggles*