Notes by Nectar

Your destiny lies in your own hands

I had a dream…

on June 26, 2011

Isn’t it funny how some dreams stay with you long after you’ve woken up and others are so elusive you can’t for the life of you remember what they were?

2011
A couple of nights ago, I dreamed I was wanted for murder. I don’t know who I was supposed to have killed, or why – I just knew that I didn’t want to get caught (I think I was innocent). I had been talking to a friend of mine who told me what to look out for when the police were on to you. I don’t know who this person was, or how he knew such things, but in my dream I was paying close attention to what he was saying… Sure enough, the next day I was going to the gym (this is when I knew it was a dream as I’m not a member of any gym) and I noticed all the things he told me to look out for… The garbage men talking into their wrists, someone taking a picture of me (or was it the big red bus behind me)… I was completely paranoid. I turned a corner and slipped into an alley – for some reason, nobody figured out I was there and I was watching the chaos that ensued when the police realised they’d lost track of me. They did eventually catch me, and it turned out that they wanted me because they were trying to protect me and trap someone else (I don’t know – it was all very complicated this dream of mine). Anyway, I can’t seem to shake this dream – and I think it all came about because I’d been watching Enemy of the State that evening or reading The Leopard!

On the other hand, there is one dream (or rather a memory of the dream) that still eludes me… About 10 years ago I woke up in the middle of the night thinking the dream I’d just had would be a genius plot for a novel and that I’d write it all down in the morning. I fell asleep again immediately. Morning came and I just couldn’t remember what the dream was, except that it would have been a great book. Ever since then this dream has haunted me and I always make sure I have a pen and paper at my bedside, or a voice recorder! Sadly that dream has never resurfaced, but then one never knows, does one?

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