Dream Journal May 3-4, 2004
It all started with me and 2 other people riding a motorcycle, chasing after a semi truck. I don't know how 3 people were riding a motorcycle but it's a fucking dream so shut up. I was put on a manhole-rope rig water ski style to try to stop the truck and somehow that retarded shit worked and we put the truck on its side. Two bad guys came out and one of them tried to go after the girl that was in my little group. One of them got her to the ground and was about to hit her with a sledge hammer. I was somehow able to go super fast like I had little rockets on the bottoms of my feet (a dream, remember) and kicked both of the guys really fast and hard and stuff. Yay for me!
Around this point I came to an understanding of what the fuck was going on and stuff. It seems that we were in a big group of prison inmates that are in a competition of some kind, some type of tournament, to fight for our freedom or something. This part's a little blurry but we end up adding another person to our group, another girl. She had some kind of connection with the girl that was already in the group. She had jaw-length, black hair and I thought she was really pretty. She used these dagger weapons that are connected to chains. I really liked her and she liked me too. Isn't that sweet??
We then went to this place that seemed like it was half fighting arena and half bowling alley. It was weird. I think there were kids from juvenile detention there bowling for their freedom or some shit. I gave the black hair girl (I never knew here name as far as I can remember) my address and other ways to get in touch with me after this whole thing was over because she had a fight coming up in the arena. I think I was either finished with all my fighting or that I was never fighting for my freedom in the first place, I don't know. When I saw her fighting, it looked like she was doing pretty well, but for some reason I wasn't watching the fight anymore after a few minutes into it. Maybe I went to check on my other friends' fights. The next time I saw her she was just standing there, sad, very sad. She lost the fight. We held each other. I asked her what happens to people who lose and don't die in the fight.
"They just go back to serve the rest of their sentence."
"How long do you have?"
"About 2 weeks."
I thought it was kind of weird that she would go through all of this just for 2 weeks but I didn't question her. Even if I wanted to ask her why she did it, I didn't have the chance. Someone yelled at me, "Change!" I was confused. "You're blocking the fucking change machine!" Some old lady wanted quarters and the change machine was right behind me. I look back to find the girl and she is leaving the line or whatever we were doing standing there. I go after her but the lights are cutting off and the bowling lanes are shutting down. I lose sight of her as everyone is leaving. There were vans and buses in the parking lot, a bunch of people, some wearing black and white striped t-shirts, I'm guessing they were losers. But I still couldn't find the girl. I wanted to see her so badly, on more time, ask her to write me from prison.... And the dream ends with me afraid that I may never see her again.
