Scumbags

This dream began in a ran-down area that oddly reminded me of Peterlee town centre in its layout. There were a bunch of "youths" (teenagers) hanging around on the first level (my family and I being on the ground level) being a general nuisance. Think London.

I don't know why we were there but I was with +Julie Thornton, +Graeme Thornton and Julie's boyfriend (I do think of you sometimes, although involuntarily).

There was a continuous din and commotion and Julie decided to climb the steps to mock these Neanderthals. That's the kind of thing she would do.

A few minutes later an adult male turned up to have a go at these imbeciles. He appeared to be the father of a young boy whom they had been picking on. In a typical fashion they beat the crap out of him and he walked away with cuts about his face.

Julie decided to continue up the stairs to confront them. She vanished.

Shortly after this Graeme followed her up, and then Julie's boyfriend. They vanished. I believe they had chosen a different stairway to take them by surprise.

The little boy who had been pestered by the simpletons turned up in tears and I went to see if he was okay, leaving behind all our valuables - it's okay though, it seems like a nice area.

While talking to the boy I felt a blow to my back. I turned around to see a scrote looking at me with a general confused look on his face. He looked as if he really didn't want to hit me, but that he had little choice.

Before I had chance to think another ballbag grabbed me around the neck, holding his head towards mine (this is the kind of thing brainless dicks do in the UK). I was aware of another rat holding on to me from behind, though I was also aware that it was not the first scrote. I was also fully aware that I had internal organs and scum carry knives.

I grabbed Dumbarse by his head and pushed it back while he struggled to keep his head attached to mine, fully aware that this could damage his neck and fully hoping that it did. I was thinking a few steps ahead about how and who I was planning to hurt at this point, but then I woke up.

But what does it all mean?

Bank Robbery

I'll start by pointing out that I have been unable to sleep for a number of days (three?) and so passed out this afternoon for around five hours. Despite needing a full 24 hours to recover some people think it's more fun to interrupt my much needed rest. Anyway....

The dream begins with me robbing expensive items from a bank. I note to myself that this isn't a wonderful bank as it is about the size of a Portakabin with similar security.

I make a point of smashing open the box for the surveillance tapes and removing their contents, wiping my fingerprints down as I go. I removed VHS, laser disc and a Betamax tape.

The panic sets in a bit as I am aware we need to make our escape quickly or someone may hear us.

It's too late.

Someone starts making their way inside the Portakabin so I grab a metal bar with the intent of knocking the guy out. As I swing I realise that the bar is a bit too heavy to be smashing over people's heads so I stop myself, as I really don't want to kill the poor chap. I simply tell the guy to keep his trap shut and we leave.

And then I was rudely awakened.

But what does it all mean?

High-Tech Cop

Not a great deal of detail, but I was a cop in a high-tech city, with police cameras everywhere. Nothing like Judge Dredd, in case you're wondering.

Obviously, it was my job to reduce crime, and to arrest any suspects discovered by the cameras.

For some reason, my only weapon was a metal bar or a cosh, while the criminals all had guns. Using some sort of incredible laser thing, though, the camera-cops could disable the guns, protecting me from harm. Which is nice.

There were a lot of people missing limbs and using prosthetics of various qualilty for some reason.

The dream ended with a particularly cocky son-of-a-bitch who couldn't speak English, and who pulled a gun on me (which was disabled before he attempted to fire three times). He was wearing yellow gang colours so it was fairly obvious he belonged to an out-of-town gang.

Once arrested and questioned he suddenly remembered he spoke English, albeit in a cocky manner. He was fairly aggressive and had to be subdued in the cell multiple times.

Oddly, the cell door did not lock down properly. The only lock on the door being a small, broken bolt-lock, and he wandered out to try to be "smart". I placed him back in the cell and started banging the wall shouting, "Lock down!" to get the attention of someone on the cameras to lock the door electronically, which they eventually did.

At this point my uncle turned up, who lived right next door to the cell (for some reason) and he asked if I could keep it down as he was tired, and started unlocking his front door. I apologised and informed him that it was necessary with "this one".

And then I woke up.

In hindsight (now that I'm awake), I think I would have to transfer this prisoner to a much more secure facility than what appeared to be a block of flats with a locking mechanism.

But what does it all mean?