DREAMS

[kalibex]

Was with my 'father' being somewhere near I thought, and I was hanging around with these rather dangerous-seeming 'gangster' types. Many seemed to be 'chauffers', driving long cars. They tended to do things like cause the cars of rivals to be lifted way into the air, whereapon they'd cause them to explode (as if dynamite were in the car, I noted), and/or let them crash to the ground and then explode. I saw one do so, and I thought there was still someone in the car, so I spontaneoulsy protested as the car went up, then I decided I'd fortunately been mistaken. The person attacking the car sneered at whomever might be in there (called them 'chump' or something similar). Certainly didn't stop due to my brief protest. I 'joked' with the chauffer in the car I was standing next to, perhaps about how tough they all were, but more like placating someone dangerous by trying to talk their lingo.

A bit later some little girl came by warily, dropping off some bag of stuff - maybe supposed to be food or something else valuable. Almost as if it were an offering from somewhere. I decided it might actually be something like a bomb (these people 'felt' that underhanded and tricksy to me), so I left that area.

I went and found my 'dad' hanging around with some other characters - not the chauffers, but not much better, was my impression. Playing some sports game? Not clear. I really wasn't happy at all to be in that place - its denizens came across as way too dangerous and violent for my taste.

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Feeling as if I might be the Doctor and rationalizing myself into 'imprisoning' the Master (who was a little beetle) by pinning him like a specimen to a surface, on a window actually. I put the pin right through his thorax, reminding myself that as a bug, despite his wrigglings and insect protests, he didn't 'feel' anything, and that he was a truly evil villain who had to be imprisoned for the good of the universe. I botched the job, and had to re-position the pin several times (couldn't have him wriggling free after all). He seemed in quite some distress, and when red blood (I knew bugs didn't have red blood) began to seep through, I got the impression that he was indeed suffering, and realized that I'd now have to put him out of his misery by crushing him. Sick Horror and Guilt..