WHAM! I turn around and I'm in the police car, which is driving wildly out of control. Big screetchy turns in order to chase the arsonist. Then we slow down and are going down a long, heavily wooded road, following 2 people who are responsible. They run up the hill to a home, we continue down the road to a strange dead end house with no room even to turn around, it's a very cluttered front area. We slowly back up to the house and get out of the car.
A knife flies out of the house. Two people; a guy about my age and another boy about 13 years old rush out of the house and attack us with knives. The cop and I receive a bunch of knife wounds and fight back. The battle lasts a few minutes but we finally subdue the two of them. Then we notice a car slowly driving down the road. I panic thinking it's someone evil, but it turns out to be a post-office lady driving her regular car. She seems to know the cop. As she gets out of the car the guy my age break loose, stabs me in the back and back away. I turn and run at him and we start to struggle. I loose my arm and slash his throat. Bubbly and bleeding he falls to the ground. We then turn to the small child who starts to cry. His explanation of their wickedness is as follows:
::Points to a tree in their yard that has a large hole blown in it about 100 feet off the ground:: "We were just here, living normally, when we heard a loud crash. When we came outside we saw our cousin, smashed into the tree. His arms and legs were destroyed, we was dead. ...
As he continues the story the older guy jumps up, throws a knife at me, which catches me in the shoulder, and darts into a small hole in the house, kinda like an air duct. I can follow his movement around the outside of the house via the noise. I smash the wall with a punch and try to grab him. Inside the duct he turns (it's apparently a rather wide but low crawl space) and start to stab outwards warding me off. We dissapears around the corner. The cop says "let's take this one into custody" and starts to get in his car. I'm losing blood rapidly, as you would expect with all the wounds (despite the fact that i didn't feel pain... which is mad lucky i guess), and ask for help, but the cop leaves telling me he'll come back soon. The post-office lady leaves with him. I desperately struggle to get down the road for a bit, then i wake up.
I turn over, and write down the dream. But i have a hard time remembering it. I can't seem to get past the burning houses. I know there was a battle but i can't remember how it went down. I start to get frustrated that i can't write anything down... and i wake up.
For the second dream i can remember I dreamed about writing it down... Weird.
This dream, just like last weeks, featured the watchmen, a knife fight, and writing the dream down in the dream.... Messed up. I had this dream last night... tuesday the 23rd. There was like a 5 day difference between dreams... WEIRD
