the dream i had this morning:
i was walking home from i don’t know where, but home was the other side of the city (Ashgrove, to be exact).. i realised that there were police cars lined up outside my house.. the house was a huge monstrosity.. my ‘parents’ appeared to be a couple that i have never seen before.. he was a die-hard hippie left over from the original wave of flower-power, who seemed to refuse to change with the times.. and she was an ex-hippie, kind of like the ‘free thinkers’ of the 80’s, the ones that had somewhat changed with the times, but were still way behind… these ‘parents’ of mine lived upstairs, and i lived downstairs.. the house had been ransacked, anything of any value, except for the fridges, had been taken… the police were talking to my parents in the main lounge, discussing suspects, mode of entry etc, and suddenly i realised gasp!! my jewellery! so i ran downstairs, only to find my apartment in total disarray.. the computers were gone, all the electrical equipment gone (only the fridge remained), papers everywhere, i went into my room, and my grandmother’s jewellery boxes were gone… i was devestated by this.. i started crying uncontrollably, and i turned around, to see two men walking into the main part of the apartment… one tall and lanky, the other short, and quite skinny… they were totally oblivious of me, as they started going through the remains.. i yelled at them to stop, but.. nothing, no reaction, they simply weren’t hearing me. so i ran upstairs, and told the police that they were back.. the cops chased them, the tall one was taken into custody, the short one, got away…… it was then, that i realised i had to get to a meeting, so i had to go.. i started walking towards the train station, and as i got there, i realised that the short guy was sitting on the platform.. again i yelled at him, and this time, he looked at me, with terror in his eyes, and started running…..
and thats where i woke up……