A Dream that I had
Naz and me were walking along a place that looked like a mixture of Barry and St.Helens, as if they'd been blended together (as dreams do).
I saw us walking up a street, saying 'cya later' and then walk in different directions.
I then walked into a shop, only to be described as 'Rowlands'.
I had gone in there to get a poster of Smith. I found a really great one, so I went to the counter to pay.
While waiting for a teller to come and serve me I noticed some books on the counter beside me.
In Matrix writing, on book said 'Neo', another said 'Trinity', the one next to that said 'Morpheus', and then a bigger on next to that said 'What is the Matrix?', but the biggest on of all said 'Matrix code'.
All books were above £20, and that's all I had so I settled for the poster.
A teller came out and another one followed.
Both were females in their 50's.
As I was about to pull the £20 note from my pocket, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I was spun round.
It was Smith!!!
I punched out at him, but he dodge all but one hit, that sent him flying into a pile of posters, which then landed on him, knocking him out.
I sighed and thought it was over, but NO!
A heard of Smiths came flooding in through the tiny doorway, and the back of shop.
From there on it was like a small burly brawl with me, instead of Neo, that is until, I discovered a way to get rid of them.
The floor of the shop was Japanese glass kinda thing.
I simple cracked each of the meter-perimeter glass floor tiles, and as they followed, they fell through.
All of them!
Underneath the floor was fluffy fibreglass, and they all suffocated.
There were Smith legs and arms sticking out everywhere, just like the frame of the glass tiles.
I clapped the dust off my hands and went back to the counter, where two cowering women were hiding.
I asked them "Are you ok?"
And they replied "Oh yes! God, thank you! You can take the poster for free!"
So I took the poster and left.
As I turned the corner by the shop, I bumped into Naz and my poster disappeared somewhere (?).
I told her that I had an eventful shop and that I found a great poster.
She asked me where my poster was and I didn't have a clue.
A conveniently placed 'Poster-bin' (don't ask!), was sitting right beside me, and I thought I dropped it in there by mistake.
I opened the bin and brought out all the posters that were in there.
I unrolled the first one, and it was one of the first Matrix movie.
I kept it.
I unrolled the second one, and it was a strange, scribbled on, poster of 'Helo Kitty'.
I put it back in the bin.
The third was a crappy, A5, drawing of Smith.
I laughed at it then put it back in the bin.
The last one I unrolled was an even better on of Smith, getting hit by lightning!!
I squealed, and placed it in my bag with the rest.
Then, I somehow appeared home, with only one poster.
It was the one of the first Matrix movie.
I panicked and asked if anyone had seen my poster.
They nodded and handed it to me.
I smiled.
But, as a last turn of events before my bastard alarm clock woke me up, I was walking out of the room, when something caught my eye from behind the sofa.
I picked it up and, it was the first poster I got!!!
All in all, a good dream.
Until, I woke up for swimming at 5 in the morning.
Bastards!
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I thought you might be interested in this dream. Or you might be a dream psychologist. Either way, leave constructer critisism, but remember, I DON'T CONTROL MY DREAMS! This was just the way it turned out!
Please Review!
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~
Naz and me were walking along a place that looked like a mixture of Barry and St.Helens, as if they'd been blended together (as dreams do).
I saw us walking up a street, saying 'cya later' and then walk in different directions.
I then walked into a shop, only to be described as 'Rowlands'.
I had gone in there to get a poster of Smith. I found a really great one, so I went to the counter to pay.
While waiting for a teller to come and serve me I noticed some books on the counter beside me.
In Matrix writing, on book said 'Neo', another said 'Trinity', the one next to that said 'Morpheus', and then a bigger on next to that said 'What is the Matrix?', but the biggest on of all said 'Matrix code'.
All books were above £20, and that's all I had so I settled for the poster.
A teller came out and another one followed.
Both were females in their 50's.
As I was about to pull the £20 note from my pocket, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I was spun round.
It was Smith!!!
I punched out at him, but he dodge all but one hit, that sent him flying into a pile of posters, which then landed on him, knocking him out.
I sighed and thought it was over, but NO!
A heard of Smiths came flooding in through the tiny doorway, and the back of shop.
From there on it was like a small burly brawl with me, instead of Neo, that is until, I discovered a way to get rid of them.
The floor of the shop was Japanese glass kinda thing.
I simple cracked each of the meter-perimeter glass floor tiles, and as they followed, they fell through.
All of them!
Underneath the floor was fluffy fibreglass, and they all suffocated.
There were Smith legs and arms sticking out everywhere, just like the frame of the glass tiles.
I clapped the dust off my hands and went back to the counter, where two cowering women were hiding.
I asked them "Are you ok?"
And they replied "Oh yes! God, thank you! You can take the poster for free!"
So I took the poster and left.
As I turned the corner by the shop, I bumped into Naz and my poster disappeared somewhere (?).
I told her that I had an eventful shop and that I found a great poster.
She asked me where my poster was and I didn't have a clue.
A conveniently placed 'Poster-bin' (don't ask!), was sitting right beside me, and I thought I dropped it in there by mistake.
I opened the bin and brought out all the posters that were in there.
I unrolled the first one, and it was one of the first Matrix movie.
I kept it.
I unrolled the second one, and it was a strange, scribbled on, poster of 'Helo Kitty'.
I put it back in the bin.
The third was a crappy, A5, drawing of Smith.
I laughed at it then put it back in the bin.
The last one I unrolled was an even better on of Smith, getting hit by lightning!!
I squealed, and placed it in my bag with the rest.
Then, I somehow appeared home, with only one poster.
It was the one of the first Matrix movie.
I panicked and asked if anyone had seen my poster.
They nodded and handed it to me.
I smiled.
But, as a last turn of events before my bastard alarm clock woke me up, I was walking out of the room, when something caught my eye from behind the sofa.
I picked it up and, it was the first poster I got!!!
All in all, a good dream.
Until, I woke up for swimming at 5 in the morning.
Bastards!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I thought you might be interested in this dream. Or you might be a dream psychologist. Either way, leave constructer critisism, but remember, I DON'T CONTROL MY DREAMS! This was just the way it turned out!
Please Review!
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~