Bomb, Brass, Fox

S: You are all good though?

I: Yeah, totally. Haven't dreamt like that in ages.

S: Oh! Can I hear about it?

I: Listen... there's... where did it start... Doesn't matter, one of the best parts was the bomb.

S: Ooh.

I: There was some sort of ground level seminar room where a lot of police experts were gathered for something.

S: What sort of dream was it? Colors, black/white, emotionfilled, or just action?

I: Colours, and just action.

S: Wow, that's like a movie hehe. I love those dreams!

I: Me too. I usually get to do unnaturally cool things.

S: Ok, what happened?

I: Well, someone opened the door to that room and I was sort of looking over his shoulder into that room, asking for a Mr something.

S: Mmm.

I: That man was there and stood up, and then the policeman who asked said he was looking for his wife, and then a woman got up and said she was it. The policeman then gave her a blue backpack. Said it was hers, she'd forgotten it here.

S: Hmm... Policeman... What did the woman look like?

I: But she immediately said it couldn't be hers because her colleagues would have told her if she'd left it in the seminar room and that was when everyone in there knew immediately that it was a bomb. She looked normal, everyone did, no one was in uniform.

S: wow, so much talking in your dream. Nice.

I: Well, everyone stared at the backpack for a second, and everyone also knew that the colleagues outside would close all the windows and barricade everything so that the fire from the bomb would not get out of the building. That means everyone would die down there. I turned around turning my back to that room and then some yellowish glow started to spread out from it. And it was silent at first, and I edged toward a little sideroom where there was still an open window, but that was closed from outside as soon as I saw it. But that didn't matter. I wasn't relly there in the first place so I could sort of phase through the glass and float away while the explosion stretched out and burned the whole building.

S: Haha, I love it when that happens.

I: There were armored policemen with helmets and everything pushing with their backs against the building, it's complete bullshit, but they did it to hold back the explosion.

Well, I floated away over houses and trees and came to the courtyard of an old red brick mansion.

It seemed deserted, or at least not lived in anymore, and it had a big park around it. There was also a big contraption for water fountain game thingies in the courtyard that opened into the park, with metal pieces on it. One of them was a brass cube with carvings of numbers on it, I was really fascinated and flailed back in its direction when I floated past it. It was about 20 cm long on each side I guess. The carvings were really intricate and... well that's hard to explain.

S: But it was cool.

I: There were leaves on it and... yeah.

S: Leaves? Funny that caught your attention... Ok go on.

I: Yes, carved on the cube. A single oakleaf for the 1, for the 5 a chestnutleaf...

A whole bed of leaves for 10

S: Mhm. *grins*

I: Doesn't matter, it was just really nice looking.

S: Of course it matters! Now keep telling.

I: Well, while I was hanging there holding the cube I heard some rustling out of a bush next to me and a male voice mumbling sing-song-like. So I looked to my left and there was a fox walking out of the bush. Talking to himself.

S: Cool!

I: Haha, totally. He seemed really intelligent. I asked him something and he gave an answer I think... but turned around back into the bush and got it on with a vixen at once.

S: A... vixen? Oh lol. Odd. And then what happened?

I: Uhm, then it sort of phased to something else. Involving dressing up as a lizard and ropedancing over a kitchen table. It was cool, really.

S: Haha, what? Way cool.

I: I didn't do the dressing up though. I wasn't really involved until a boy with a vacuum cleaner came into the kitchen. I asked him if he could put it in front of my bedroom when he was done, and he smirked at me going "Why, what do you have to do with it that's so important?"

S chuckles.

I: And I said "Yeah, you know, whatever important thing YOU do with vacuum cleaners in YOUR bedroom. You know? That thing."

S: Haha.

I: Then he called me a pervert, the idiot.

S: Lol!

I: Between the fox and the vacuum cleaner there was this episode with two friends and one of the friends' sister doing stuff together. It's scrambled. But it had rice and salmon in it.

S: Nice job remembering that much though.

I: Yeah I woke up still dreaming it.

S: Were you hungry when you woke up? : D

I: No.