Dream

This morning I had a great dream, that is to say, I had two, both were complex affairs with a definate 'War of the Worlds' ambience. In the first, Martian fighting machines were dropping from the sky and people were fleeing into their homes because the only way to survive the attack was to be watching it on TV.

Mette and Thunderpants woke me up from that dream so I don't remember much of the rest of it.

The second dream started after I'd fallen asleep again. I was at my old High School in Tarleton. I don't remember why I was back at school, but I was the same person I am today and not a child. There was a whole bunch of stuff that I don't remember now, but at some point I had to leave the school. I wanted to buy something to eat. I set off along the road to the kiosk where we always used to buy sweets & drinks during breaks, but the place was gone. The road was different also, though I kept passing landmarks. It was an odd oppressive dream and I had the feeling that something was going to happen. It was broad daylight and the sun was shining when I came to a fish n chip shop which I had no memory of. Upon entering it, I was about to order some chips when the other occupants told me off for entering a girls only shop. I answered, some what testily that I hadn't realised it was a girls only shop and set off again, only now I had a bag of salted crisps, a bottle of coke and a bar of chocolate in my pocket.
I don't know where these came from, but in my dreams, potato crisps always taste bad. Stale, or corrupt. I don't know why, but potato crisps are some sort of strange symbol of evil in my dreams.

I decided to keep going to reach Cheatams Garage, for I seemed to remember there was a shop there, only when I got to the bend in the road that preceded the garage I found myself in a different landscape all together. Suddenly it was night time and dark and the wind was up. I was on the crest of a hill, following a crowd of people which had built up around me. Every one was fleeing, but dancing as well. People would hold hands and all take to the air for a few seconds as if they were on the verge of flying but when ever I tried to do this, the bar of cholocate in my pocket was weighing me down.
The other people told me to throw away the potato chips, to 'fertilise the land for the Martians', which I did, but I didn't tell any one about the chocolate, so I still couldn't fly.

I was standing on the crest of the hill looking out across a landscape that was dominated by the dark blue sky. To the right I saw green fields, the grass was lurid and out of place in the darkness, giving the whole thing a painted look. As if it had been done with guache colours. I knew I was in a dream because I stopped to examine the colours thinking, I must remember this. Beyond the fields the land sloped down to the sea where millions of people, all dark and black, like a seething mass of insects, were trying to get onto boats. The sea was also dark blue, and reflected the silver moon. The air was full of distant screaming.

To my left the landscape stretched away in darkness forever, but here it was illuminated by falling stars which landed showers of cascading sparks. These were the Martians landing in force.
Directly ahead the distant horizon was dominated by a light house whose beam of light swung lazily and indifferently about the scene.
The only sounds were the sounds of the night and the multitude of screaming people in the distance and the sudden realisation that we were all going to die, woke me up.