Dylan Vs. Notable Dream #1
Let me just prefix this by saying I think I’ll start writing down all my vivid dreams, mainly for mild amusement and my own entertainment.
From what I can recall this dream started out quite peacefully. I was at some sort of summer camp out in the woods, isolated from society. I don’t actually recall too much about the camp apart from the fact one of the requisites was to make a mix CD with your favourite music on it and hand it in to the camp coordinator.
Strangely enough, the janitor of this camp was no one else other then Mad Men’s Jon Hamm. Unfortunately for us attendee’s of the the camp, the janitor wasn’t mentally sound. This naturally only lead to the conclusion of my dream.
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I am now being chased down some boardwalk through the forest with the camp coordinator, by the Janitor who is wielding an axe dripping in blood. Luckily enough for the coordinator and I, we are far enough ahead that we are out of the janitor’s line of sight. Me being the selfish prick that I am, leads me to jumping off the board walk into the shallow foliage that lay below it. I did this of course without telling the sacrificial lamb camp coordinator who was running 5 meters in front of me.
The camp coordinator who is now confused as my whereabouts finally runs out of energy and trips up face planting into the board walk. Anyway, our good friend the Janitor catches up to him. Begging for his life, he attempts to bargain away my general location if he spares his life. Unfortunately for me, his bargaining attempt succeeds.
The janitor and the camp coordinator walk back to where I was last spotted, I am quietly hiding in the foliage right next to the board walk. Within the minute the camp coordinator spots me, I try to signal to the camp coordinator to pretend like he doesn’t see me. Him being as selfish as I, totally ignores my plea and gives away my location. Although, as soon as the selfish bastard does this, the janitor proceeds to project his axe through the coordinators neck.
Making deals with a mentally insane janitor wielding an axe ain’t the smartest idea
This doesn’t bode too well for myself, as I soon find an axe lodged in the front of my neck. The janitor then dislodges the axe from my neck and proceeds to drag me down the board walk to reveal a sizable pile of decapitated bodies located next to a river. The janitor then proceeds to flip me round and jettison his axe into the back of my neck, completing his decapitation.
It was at this point where I wake up. To my surprise, I wasn’t scared or shocked, but I was quite calm that I was just murdered in my dream. I just casually opened my eyes, turned over and slept in for a bit longer.
So contrary to urban myths, if you die in your dreams, you do not die in your sleep.
