Dreaming about my Dad after 34 years of not dreaming about him.?
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jane
03 14th, 2010 in
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The one today was a little more exciting.
I'm taking my Dad out to lunch at a bar (note: he hates eating out in bars in real life).
It's a busy place, and we're asked to move to make way for a large group of people who are coming to eat. So I move a couple of tables down the way, but in the confusion, my Dad doesn't move down straight away.
I go back over to tell him to come and get the seat - then some woman grabs the spare seat for her table. Dad goes to carry his own chair over to the table, but it's too heavy for him, so we leave the chair... and by the time all this has transpired, I turn round the table isn't there - there's some guy in a wheelchair where our table was, with his wife, already eating food.
So we walk around the pub, and even though there's a few empty leather sofas, there's no tables with them, so no good to sit down and eat at, and then I spot a couple of seats out on the high rise veranda - up some stairs, and Dad has problems with stairs, so I tell him to stay put whilst I go see if we can eat there.
Once again, when I get back, Dad has gone - he's talking to me from the third floor window of a building the other side. I can see a fight going on in the room next door to the room my Dad is standing in - just two drunks having a bottle a fight, so I tell him to stay put, giving no reason, and I'll come up and get him.
I enter the building next door, and the security guard starts speaking to me in Italian - the only word I understand is 'Ferrari'... I'm like "what - the car?" - and there's a whole queue of people behind me trying to get up the stairs who the security guard is holding up with his attempts to communicate with me.
It's like an industrial building, I take the first set of steel doors infront of me at the top of the second flight of stairs, and get a bit disorientated, trying to work out which way the front of the building is, where my Dad was. The queue behind me has disappeared now, I guess they must have gone a different way on the first or second floors.
I've just rounded the half way point between the second and third floor, when I see a guy on the third floor with an automatic machine gun shoot another guy in the head. He's Russian (I have nothing against Russians, by the way, some of my friends are Russian) - and I turn tail, really hoping he hasn't seen me witness the shooting. The gunman starts firing random shots, so I raise my hands, and leap to corner back down the stairs - but when I come to the landing between the second/third floor, I spy a second gunman on the second floor crouched in the corner, and a third guy is taking hostages - there's a lot of confusion, and screaming from the random people on the second floor - no doubt about it, we're in the middle of a siege.
I'm confident I've not been spotted yet - but all I can think is that my Dad is somewhere in the building too - the gunman on the third seems a bit trigger happy, and the gunman crouching at the bottom of the second will see me instantly if I make a move to go down the stairs...
That's when I wake up from this one
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