Had some weird dreams last night. Maybe it was the Full Moon? Maybe the gin? In any event, I woke up in the middle of last night having had this dream.
Statues
I was walking with my camera around a tourist site; a site which was a collection of statues -- kind of a 'statue theme park'. You can think of them like Greek and Roman statues -- tall, graceful, white granite sorts of affairs. There were lots of these statues around.
And here's the difference: the statues could move - like animatrons, repeating actions over and over. An example was a group of the statues were playing bocce ball, meaning they were repeatedly walking up, tossing their ball, and then retreating backwards, only to repeat the same ball tossing sequence over and over and over.
Of course even in my dreams, like real life, I had to pee, and I saw the bathrooms. Both bathrooms were open-air, with no privacy, and not easily distinguishable. So, I go over to the first open-air stone patio "bathroom" and saw slits in the ground (presumably for squatting over), and the inscriptions were about women. So, I crossed the way to the other open-air stone patio "bathroom", which had a shallow moving pond and inscriptions about men. This was presumably the men's bathroom.
It was getting dark by this point. While I was standing there peeing in the pond and watching the bocce ball statues play their game, the lights dimmed, and the statues slowly ground to a halt. I zipped up, and then suddenly there was this tall, thin, expressionless man in a jacket silently pointing me in the direction of the exit. I guess the show was over.
Walk to the Parking Lot
As I'm walking up the asphalt pathway back to the parking lot, I hear this rhytmic thumping coming up behind me. I startle and turn around, and it'a tall, thin guy (not the same one) walking. It turns out this guy had a wooden leg, so every other step made a thump noise on the asphalt.
I started walking again, but the thumping constantly made me peer back, and the guy finally got tired of me, I guess, and quickly walked past me on the way to the bus in the parking lot. He trotted on ahead of me, thumpety-thumpety-thump, got on the bus, and then the bus started up and LEFT! I ran yelling for the bus to stop, but it never stopped.
So here I was, all alone at dusk in the parking lot and feeling all
FML.
Road
First thing I did was text sisters letting them know to call the cops if I didn't check in every hour or so.
I remember thinking that the wooden leg guy purposely did not tell the bus driver to stop, even though he knew I was still on the path. And the bus driver now had the correct number of people on the bus, so he was able to leave. So, this all felt like a set up.
I left the parking lot and started walking down the road, looking at maps on my phone to figure out where to go, and then I called the Lyft service to come pick me up. It was a pretty rural area, so the nearest Lyft car was like 17 miles away, so it was going to be an expensive ride.
I continue walking, and then a car pulls off the road, and a guy gets out and offers me a ride. I decline since I have already called Lyft and knew where I was going. And I have decided by this point that the guy has a bad vibe.
Then he rushes me, slashes my throat, and I die.~~~ The End ~~~
Postscript
I told you it was a slasher dream, lol! And I guess after I died was a good place for me to wake up, because there is no more left to that dream.
I don't mind dying in a dream -- I've done that plenty, and I think it's usually associated with some change in my life (death of the old, birth of of the new sort of thing).
And the primary purpose of the dream seems to have been in the statues tourist site and walking to the parking lot -- it was the longest part of the dream. Particularly, the bocce ball playing statues took up a lot of time. The end part on the road was quick and painless, lol!
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