Bricking It
Telling anyone about this dream probably means I have mental issues, in fact having the dream in the first place probably indicates something like this also. So a few nights before having this dream I was watching some of a movie about the Kray brothers called The Krays. This movie is about two brothers Ronald and Reginald Kray, who grew up in London in the mid 1930s and became gangsters selling protection.
After watching the two brothers devastate a pool hall, smashing cues over various peoples shit it was off to bed to have a nice sleep. This in combination with what I had heard about the new Strong Bad e-mail and the new nunchuck gun he had bought was to lead to some dastardly dreams.
Just close your eyes and I’ll tell you when the gruesome parts are over…
Part 1
This dream has three main parts, all totally different from each other but somehow strangely fitting. It all starts with a boat ride, with my parents and some random old woman who is our tour guide. We are in a long, flat boat which has a small hut built over it with a roof but no walls. The old woman is at the back of the boat working the small motor which is driving us along. My parents sit on my right as I am looking back along from the front of the boat towards the old woman. We are slowly making our way along a fairly shallow and not very wide river. The water is crystal clear and I can see the stones at the bottom and the fish swimming. On the banking on either side of the river there is lush green vegetation and it is all very tranquil and quiet.
I look along the boat and it changes to be as if I am looking at a film of what I am seeing, the shot moves down the boat towards the old woman and past my parents. It then also passes the woman and settles looking onto the water, in the shot I see a large fish swim past then jump into the air, then splashing down into the water. After this I see some sort of jellyfish shaped creature, however instead of being translucent it was almost totally solid in color and was white, it swam off past the boat. On seeing these fish and the river I instantly wanted to go fishing and suggested this to my father. We stopped and I started to fish in the river while everyone else lazed around. After a while fishing uneventfully my father told me it was time to go.
Once back on the river we started to pick up a bit of speed as the old woman gave the boat a little more gas, the back of the boat then started to dip slightly under the water and started to hit some of the rocks that sat higher in the water. The woman appologised for this and slowed the boat back down.
Part 2
This part of the dream spawns the title and is perhaps why I shouldn’t tell anyone about it. Now I am not a violent person, anyone who says I am is in serious shit because I’ll cut them, cut them good, but it’s not like I’ll enjoy it!
Anyway what I’m trying to say is that I am not prone to having violent dreams, wherein I am fighting in any real life or death situations or killing any small furry animals (that’s real life). This part of the dream throws all this out of the window and takes me for some high octane, gore filled, vomit inducing adventures. Let us continue with the story…
So somehow I end up in a room in some sort of stadium, up high perhaps a commentators box or an office. One of the Kray brothers is here, he has a brick gun (not unlike Strong Bad’s nunchuck gun) and is pointing it at me. At this point it is useful to note that there are around 15 - 20 women here with us and I am standing between them and the gun, perhaps protecting them but probably not. The brick gun consists of a revolver with a brick with 6 holes in it hanging from the barrel.
Being the quick thinking and frankly amazingly corrageous hero that I am, I lunge forwards and grab the brick off the end of the brick gun leaving the Kray brother with only his revolver. Deciding that this may also pose somewhat of a threat I smash the brick into the Kray brothers face. He hits the deck like a sack of potatoes, all the girls make a dash for the door but the Kray brother starts to get back up. I get onto my knees beside him and hit him in the back of the head with the brick again, hopefully to knock him out or at least stun him enough to allow all of us to get away. He hits the floor again but straight away is getting back up. I hit him again, he gets back up. I hit him over and over yet he still keeps getting back up. Close your eyes now!
Failing to get him to stay down long enough to get away, I keep hitting him with the brick, I do so again and I hear a crack, I’ve split the back of his skull open and can see into his head. Still he keeps getting back up. I hit him again, cracking more of his skull but he keeps getting up. I strike him again and he goes down, I start mashing his head in order to keep him down. I hit the back of his head and the brick hits his brain and squelches, I hit him again, then again, and again. I keep doing so until he stops moving, I assume he’s dead but who can be sure this bastard was a tough one! You can open your eyes now.
After “dealing” with the Kray brother it is off down the stairs to see if the girls are Ok.
Part 3
It’s got a big yellow bus and my great reasoning, this part of the dream is strange just because of that.
So this part of the dream starts inside the stadium where I have just killed the Kray brother. I usher all the women into a big yellow bus, much like a school bus, which is sitting at the side of the field. Then I smash the thing through the huge double breast stadium doors and out onto the street, workers at the stadium start to chase but are soon left behind.
Then for some reason it turns out that I am actually in America and am driving along in a state which is on the other side of the country from where the bus comes from. I decide that this isn’t a problem and continue to hurtle down the road with all the women in the back. Somewhere along the line the top of the bus gets ripped off by a low bridge leaving the bus with no cover over the top.
Continuing along a country road for a while we start to slow down and keep to the speed limit. After a while of this the police pull up beside us and tell us me to stop the bus. I go to speak to the officers and am obviously very nervous about what just happened so am a bit on edge. One of the police officers tells me that I am not allowed to “taxi people around in the bus” in this state as it is registered for the one on the other side of the country. I then get very angry with him and sharply explain that if it is registered to the other state, where it is now night, then it won’t matter if I am driving people around in this state as it wouldn’t be being used at this time anyway. After a quick consolation with his partner the police officer decides that this is a valid excuse and lets me go on my way.
Then we go off on the road and my dream ends here.
So that’s it. Kray brothers beware, if you weren’t already dead I would perhaps smash your skulls open and squelch your brains with a brick. That goes for everyone else as well.
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- Chris