Thursday 11 June 2015

Dream Diaries - #4

This time I was going to Tim Hortons. I was at my family farm and took the Ranger (basically a 4-wheeled off-road vehicle) and went on my way. The Tim Hortons I went to was down my lane, to the right, and in the position that the town's restaurant was at (the Marlborough). I parked and went inside, thankfully beating a rush hour of people I knew from my Church. While I was going up the line, I noticed a police car was -oddly enough,- parked inside the building and I became nervous as I thought he'd call me out for driving a vehicle on the road that wasn't meant to be on the road (but he didn't). I ordered a coffee and two triple chocolate cookies which came up to about $30. I inquired as to why it was so expensive and as I was doing so the line became angry, so instead I was asking about the price while I proceeded to pay which seemed the calm them down. The girl with dark, black hair at the counter said I could come around back and things would be explained. My order was placed on the counter with an extra coffee, so I took two coffees and two cookies, and then I went around back. The girl led me out a side entrance beside the line up, then back in through the door I originally came through, then we turned right in to a sort of club-like section. We proceeded down wide hallways with things like dance floors and bars at each section and as we went further, the sections became more extravagant (as well as the people in them) and the girl with me started moving faster. Eventually I lost the person and I came to a dead end.

I suddenly found myself outside a building in a garden-like place. There was a bike locked to a bike rack, and I noticed a group of police were running towards me. I felt panicked and started lock picking the bike's lock and eventually unlocked it. I took the bike and rode away and none of the police were able to catch up to me. I was biking alongside a road with a large bridge in the distance to my right that went over a river/lake. The girl that was with me previously was biking up beside me and started explaining that I was suspected of committing a crime, so I was supposed to be led somewhere and set up to be caught red handed.

Then I woke up.

2 comments:

  1. lol what the fuck RJ's dream journal
    is there any where you woke up in america and got called a french canadian fuck

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