Subway Attack and Yeshiva Outlaws
Jun. 25th, 2011 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cremainsIn Dream #1, I was in Toronto, where I saw an old friend coming up from a subway station. He warned me that there was a dangerous man on the platform. I was a little upset that despite the fact that I hadn't seen this person in many years, he had nothing more to say to me.
I went down the stairs and was immediately attacked by a cloaked man who emerged from the crowd. He pushed me into a corner and kept trying to bite me, and with each bite, his mouth opened impossibly wide and dark, like a black hole. I was just barely able to keep one of the bites from landing, and after a long struggle, two police officers came and pulled the man away. I was exhausted and slumped down the platform wall to the dirty floor.
Suddenly I saw The Parents walking by, dressed in fancy clothes. I got up and tried to get their attention - they said something nice and kept walking, apparently oblivious to my near-fatal attack. Angry, I got up to follow them, shouting, "Hey!" Suddenly we were in a supermarket. I began to throw cans of food at their heads, but my arms were like rubber and would only pathetically release the cans to roll around on the floor. "Hey!" I shouted again, "Why don't you even ask me how I am?"
In Dream #2, I and several bachurim from my yeshiva, most of whom I really don't know that well in real life, left the city and our lives to become road bandits. As we merrily attacked, robbed and escaped via a series of tandem bicycles, I cannot describe the joy I felt. We also made a raid on the demon house in MarioWorld.
After awhile we picked up another companion, a psychotic German woodswoman accompanied by her children. She was a crazed axe murderer and a great addition to our team. Finally, after a long day of robbery and travel, we all sat down on the side of the road to have a picnic. "I have never felt so good in my life," said one of the yeshiva students, a quite religious but not-very-learned one I'd helped a little bit in one of our classes. "I feel like my halo has been adjusted, just taken a little bit lower, know what I mean?" he added, somewhat cryptically to my waking mind.
I went down the stairs and was immediately attacked by a cloaked man who emerged from the crowd. He pushed me into a corner and kept trying to bite me, and with each bite, his mouth opened impossibly wide and dark, like a black hole. I was just barely able to keep one of the bites from landing, and after a long struggle, two police officers came and pulled the man away. I was exhausted and slumped down the platform wall to the dirty floor.
Suddenly I saw The Parents walking by, dressed in fancy clothes. I got up and tried to get their attention - they said something nice and kept walking, apparently oblivious to my near-fatal attack. Angry, I got up to follow them, shouting, "Hey!" Suddenly we were in a supermarket. I began to throw cans of food at their heads, but my arms were like rubber and would only pathetically release the cans to roll around on the floor. "Hey!" I shouted again, "Why don't you even ask me how I am?"
In Dream #2, I and several bachurim from my yeshiva, most of whom I really don't know that well in real life, left the city and our lives to become road bandits. As we merrily attacked, robbed and escaped via a series of tandem bicycles, I cannot describe the joy I felt. We also made a raid on the demon house in MarioWorld.
After awhile we picked up another companion, a psychotic German woodswoman accompanied by her children. She was a crazed axe murderer and a great addition to our team. Finally, after a long day of robbery and travel, we all sat down on the side of the road to have a picnic. "I have never felt so good in my life," said one of the yeshiva students, a quite religious but not-very-learned one I'd helped a little bit in one of our classes. "I feel like my halo has been adjusted, just taken a little bit lower, know what I mean?" he added, somewhat cryptically to my waking mind.
