Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Dream State Escalate: 14

Last night was strange for many reasons. 1. I was back with my most recent ex, 2. his dad was the body shop guy (BSG for future reference) we use at work, 3. there was some sort of IRA uprising in this old town we were visiting, 4. there were more explosions than a Bruce Willis flick.

So Boyfriend (I'll call him that in this just because he was current in the dream, and it makes more sense) and I were exploring this old town and we found out that there was going to be a St. Patrick's Day parade later on in the day so we decided to stick around for it...until we noticed a lot of people seemed to be getting really tense and we saw that people were not so slyly reaching for whatever they could find as a weapon. We were on foot so we quickly went in the opposite direction of the parade route and ended up at a really bizarre country bar just outside of town. I had to go to the bathroom really bad, so I found it... and when I got there I saw that all the toilets were in the middle of these murky ponds... so I tried to squat over it and ending up peeing all over myself. I cleaned up as best as I could and went to find Boyfriend. Naturally he was at the bar with his "dad" (BSG) and they were noticing that the drama from downtown was starting to roll into the the bar. We along with the owners of the establishment run out the back door into a pasture with a camp set up at far end of it. Once we make it to camp, I accidentally light a flare (I know I know, we were supposed to be hiding and I light up the whole place), the owner of the bar ends up snuffing it out, just as we hear a giant crash... the whole bar had been blown up by some sort of Molotov cocktail and was engulfed in flames. We were all scared and in shock when Boyfriend put his arms around me and held me close promising to never let anything hurt me and that he'd always be there for me.... then I woke up.