Took place in foreign country. I was part of a military suicide force. If we were captured by the enemy, certain possessions would tell them this and we would be kept alive ( as supposed torment). To enter the country we had to go in with a local (one for each of us). They left us a smuggled out others. Once we completed our mission, we had to run through parks and long grass to escape the police.
We could not escape over the fence near our location as a cliff was on the other side (dream lake was at the bottom). We escaped out the exit gate an saw no easy egress.
The dunnies were fairly shoddy and the place was run by the military. The daylight went from full, to none during our flight form the authorities.
Dreamt of the get together with Di and Liz Byron in a few weeks. Liz Ryan was also there, and I was without any of the boys. Seemed to be directing all my attention to Liz R.
Bec had acquired a new boyfriend. She brought him to my place to flaunt him. This succeeded in pissing me off. He was an ugly blonde hair skinny fucker with the name of Brian?
The location of this dream was across between Fisher street in Melbourne, and Anzac Street in Moe.
Something about a weird tree that grows apple sized fruit. The fruit is covered by seeds in a similar fashion to strawberries. Fruit was same color as straw cone of really ripe ones. Flesh was tan colored. Have dreamt of this fruit before. It tastes very tart.
A cheap B grade version of the X-Files on Wednesday. The aquatic monster in my dream was terrorizing everyone. It was clearly a rubber mask. Didn’t stop it shredding it’s victims. Quite an entertaining dream.
I was washing my car’s windows with Windex and my hand. The phone rang at 7:01 am so I turned the hose off (which incidentally was the phone). The connection was poor and I kept asking Bec to repeat herself. She said she was off to Greenland after her exam, I asked who got her to do this and she said she had decided to do it herself. I knew she was lying. I kept trying to tell her how much I missed her, but she refused to listen.
Next thing she is trying to tell Luke something by hiding with him in her (overgrown) garden. I keep turning up and hear her say something about the Johnson, a branch of the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Now I am out the front of Uncle Bert’s near Stud Road, whilst simultaneously being outside my place in Fisher Street. A huge cross is linking to two places.
Bec gave me some literature about the Johnson’s and they were no different to the major religions. They had however convinced her to go to Greenland.
I didn’t care and kept trying to say I missed her heaps, but she either didn’t want to hear or couldn’t hear.