dream narration
Jun. 19th, 2010 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drewkittyMost of my dreams are nightmares. This one wasn't, for some reason, and anyone who wants to take a shot at amateur dream interpretation is welcome to.
I was riding a light motorcycle at night northbound on the 405 freeway in the #4 lane, moderate traffic. Passing through south Long Beach (where there is a upward crest in the road) I saw a woman in her mid 30s on the freeway between the #3 and #4 lanes, clearly trying to cross in the direction of the center divider. She looked terrified, as well she should! An instant later, I saw a man in his late 30s / early 40s, facial hair, denim jacket, something in his hand, walking briskly along the shoulder against traffic. At the next off ramp, I saw a third person, also a man, jogging up the offramp with a long black case in his right hand.
I pulled off at the next offramp, stopped my bike and called 911. While waiting on hold for the dispatcher, I noticed an abandoned house, clearly boarded up, near the street with other occupied houses behind it. A few dogs started to gather and bark at me. The locals also eyeballed me from a distance.
"Highway Patrol."
I reported the woman on the freeway, the other two pedestrians, and my belief that there was an emergency and that police were needed _right now_. The dispatcher said there was a unit on the way and kept asking me lots of questions, which I answered. As I stood still to do this, more dogs showed up and started to circle and get closer. One or two were friendly but one or two were hostile, and soon I had a whole pack milling around my motorcycle. I tried to calm them down in between answering the dispatcher's questions.
The more I told the dispatcher, the more units she sent. She asked if I was having a problem at my location, and I said "No" just as one of the dogs bit me on the leg. I didn't feel it much through the leathers and was unhurt; a couple of the other dogs chased it away, but others looked interested. The pack was trying to make up its mind about me.
Finally I said, "No, it's not important, I'll just move when we're done on the phone." After confirming my name and callback number, she asked me to stay on the phone and meet yet another unit.
That is when I heard gunfire from the direction of the freeway and the dispatcher abruptly disconnected. I calmed the dogs by talking to them (easier to do when not trying to multitask with 911) and waited.
Fast forward to a few days later. I got a phone call asking me if I could come down to a police station. There I met the woman whose life I had saved. She wanted to thank me, and the police wanted to talk to me for their report. One of the men (in the denim jacket) had been chasing her to kill her. The long case had contained a sword, and was being carried by someone who now claimed that they were coming to help, but whose actual intentions were still unknown. The cops kept asking about his body language and demeanor, which I had a split second to evaluate while driving past at freeway speeds. The best I could do was "jogging briskly" as if on his way to do something. That was enough, they kept investigating and eventually nailed him as an accomplice.
Any ideas?
I was riding a light motorcycle at night northbound on the 405 freeway in the #4 lane, moderate traffic. Passing through south Long Beach (where there is a upward crest in the road) I saw a woman in her mid 30s on the freeway between the #3 and #4 lanes, clearly trying to cross in the direction of the center divider. She looked terrified, as well she should! An instant later, I saw a man in his late 30s / early 40s, facial hair, denim jacket, something in his hand, walking briskly along the shoulder against traffic. At the next off ramp, I saw a third person, also a man, jogging up the offramp with a long black case in his right hand.
I pulled off at the next offramp, stopped my bike and called 911. While waiting on hold for the dispatcher, I noticed an abandoned house, clearly boarded up, near the street with other occupied houses behind it. A few dogs started to gather and bark at me. The locals also eyeballed me from a distance.
"Highway Patrol."
I reported the woman on the freeway, the other two pedestrians, and my belief that there was an emergency and that police were needed _right now_. The dispatcher said there was a unit on the way and kept asking me lots of questions, which I answered. As I stood still to do this, more dogs showed up and started to circle and get closer. One or two were friendly but one or two were hostile, and soon I had a whole pack milling around my motorcycle. I tried to calm them down in between answering the dispatcher's questions.
The more I told the dispatcher, the more units she sent. She asked if I was having a problem at my location, and I said "No" just as one of the dogs bit me on the leg. I didn't feel it much through the leathers and was unhurt; a couple of the other dogs chased it away, but others looked interested. The pack was trying to make up its mind about me.
Finally I said, "No, it's not important, I'll just move when we're done on the phone." After confirming my name and callback number, she asked me to stay on the phone and meet yet another unit.
That is when I heard gunfire from the direction of the freeway and the dispatcher abruptly disconnected. I calmed the dogs by talking to them (easier to do when not trying to multitask with 911) and waited.
Fast forward to a few days later. I got a phone call asking me if I could come down to a police station. There I met the woman whose life I had saved. She wanted to thank me, and the police wanted to talk to me for their report. One of the men (in the denim jacket) had been chasing her to kill her. The long case had contained a sword, and was being carried by someone who now claimed that they were coming to help, but whose actual intentions were still unknown. The cops kept asking about his body language and demeanor, which I had a split second to evaluate while driving past at freeway speeds. The best I could do was "jogging briskly" as if on his way to do something. That was enough, they kept investigating and eventually nailed him as an accomplice.
Any ideas?
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Date: 2010-06-21 09:09 pm (UTC)