Last night I had a series of 5 abnormally lucid dreams, all telling a story of how I managed to gain the attention of a strange group of people hell bent on killing me.
Chapter 1: The 2 am car theft
It was a normal night after a gig, street lights were lighting the roads and footpaths of Albury, the city I grew up near. I was putting my stuff into our car with my mother when I noticed a group of people that had been seated at the bar earlier surrounding our car, trying to get into it and claiming it was theirs. Much to my disdain, dissuading them was unsuccessful, they remained around the car and as soon as we tried to put the gear in the car, they rushed in, but did not yet escape. At this point my rage got the better of me and I violently drove my thumbs into the ringleader's eyes, causing severe amounts of pain, and for him to curse me and tell me that I would pay for this.
Chapter 2: the first attempts
A strange event at which a small broadcast for a school was being held, I'm still unsure of the details, but because it was 90% piano based, my class colleagues and I were there, for whatever reason. This strange building was full of odd rooms, including a large carpeted room with stairs, not unlike a university lecture room but with no chairs and all the steps were carpeted in sea green rough carpet. It was at the entrance to this room that I noticed people wearing my old school uniform, and they were people I recognised in many cases, including one of my dearest and most loved friends who I haven't seen since the beginning of the year. I walked up to her and we embraced with great vigour (she's ~163cm or 5'3" and I'm 183cm or 6'1" so I picked her up) before talking for a while. After a while she was introduced to my classmates and we were in an auditorium for the broadcast when it was announced that the area had flooded and we would be trapped at the school, probably until the next day. So we were issued sleeping bags and we set up places to sleep in the big green room, with some of the older people set up on reclining chairs because of their frailty. I was asked to stand watch (for whatever reason, potentially for in case of the flooding worsening) and after about an hour of quietly talking to various people who came through, including my darling friend, an old guy woke everyone up when he got up in an angered flurry from a dream and ran out the door, when in walked three women, all from the group that tried to steal the car previously, they came to insult me and they barely started and I broke lucidity and woke up.
Chapter 3: Telling friends
I returned to 'sleep' to fall into a dream where I went to a busy shopping centre and saw a colleague of mine who remembered the three women from the broadcast incident and I told him I thought I had a stalker, or more's the point, several stalkers in a group, and he asked what I was going to do about it; I don't remember answering the question before we were distracted by a news bulletin of some kind.
I eventually made it back to the school where I told my teacher about the stalker group and he gave me some suggested names for defence, who would probably help me in some way, right while he donned a suit of black metal knight's armour and started brandishing a sword (I really have no idea on that one)
Chapter 4: The train
A simple train ride home from work, turned rather nasty when the three women made a reappearance on the metro train in Melbourne that I was on. They sat and looked at me for a while, smiling cruelly, right until the announcer stated that the train was going to skip straight to my station, meaning they couldn't get reinforcements from Nunawading station to block me onto the train. They then tried to approach me, before I screamed at them to leave me alone and that if they came near me again I'd "make the injuries their leader sustained seem like a bruise and severely fuck them up" which was just in time for me to get off at Blackburn station and go home.
Chapter 5: The homestead showdown
Some time after the previous events I ended up with a few friends in a shack we had built many years ago in a very strange area, sand like a beach, but no water to be seen, and a lot of dunes. Some of my friends were there, doing the laundry (the shack had an underground level with a generator) and we were enjoying ourselves happily. Then it happened, the women showed up again, and the ring leader and one more girl, and he called out to me to come out and face my justice, or they would open fire, everyone said don't go out so I dropped to the ground instinctively and I heard the first .44 round smash into the wall, everyone except the girl in my class got on the ground, and I got up and pulled her to the ground as she was almost hit by the second round. I then made the decision to stand up and walk forward towards them, and almost everyone I have ever felt a connection of some kind with, everyone I ever loved or cared about was there standing in front of me telling me that they would rather die than let me get handed over to them. I looked to my side, one of my colleagues from school had taken the second .44 round in the chest and had died, the blood pooling in the dusty ground around him. I felt tears welling up inside, because someone I honestly do hold very dear had been killed for my sake, fighting my battle, and I knew it had to end there. I walked forward slowly, everyone telling me to walk back and some even trying to stop me but I just kept walking to wards the evilly grinning stalker leader and watching his female cohorts beckoning me in for the showdown...