Shot in the foot
I have gotten out of the habit of remembering and noting my dreams, which makes last night’s dream all the more noteworthy. It was a dream I actually woke up with and had the urge to note down the details. Luckily I can dim the light on my phone – you should have seen the 3am typing!
I dreamt that a crazy killer was after me – someone totally anonymous. He drugged me somehow. I found myself lying on gravel, tied up. I don’t know how, but I escaped. I was then in a beautiful house. What I remember the clearest is the beautiful, thick wood, wooden floors. I do remember trying to keep warm though, but that was reality intruding. On waking later, I found that I was cold… the covers were off. J and I were at some kind of outdoor fair. I was wearing flat silver pumps. The silver shoes were quite a feature, I think… not a colour I would usually wear; thus unusual. As we were walking, J in front, we came to the crazy killer. He pointed his rifle down and shot my foot. I stood watching the blood pool up. Next, J was offering the doctors anything, all his fortune even, to save me. They couldn’t. I died. I was in hospital, I think, though that part didn’t feature… just J begging them to save me. Luckily, I had created a new persona, so the ‘me’ wasn’t lost. Back in the house, we made up a fireplace for warmth downstairs and closed the thick curtains. It was dark outside and there was a storm – this didn’t feature largely in the dream. We were warm and cosy inside. I also dreamed of being able to change clothes easily. The clothes were very pretty and elegant. I woke up with the line from the song by Blackmore’s nights: “…that we will meet again someday”. The song is “Again someday”.