A pair of brothers; indiscriminate killers with guns; were in my dream last night. First the scene was a mall, someplace with myself looking for an Apple store; going inside an open doorway to find a great open space full of Apple employees whirling around on in-line skates. We spun for awhile, then I moved outwards; into a throng of moving people. It became a wartime territory; a Vietnam or somesuch; with the two brothers; dressed in black; sniping from a nearby rooftop.
The scene changes; and I am in an apartment complex; belonging to my friend Brett. I am having some kind of music lesson on the chapman stick. I am wearing jeans; yet they are soiled with cracked and dry feces; a dirty orangish colour. I am trying to hide it from my teacher; noticing them on the backside and behind my knees; covering them with my shirt; long enough for me to move into the bathroom to rub them off with a towel.
We leave the apartment; going to another in the complex; my own place. The black brothers show up; one of them lean, the other short and portly; hairy and sweaty; as if they have not bathed for a long time. I'm not happy about it at all; they are too close; too personal; evil and discompassionate. One of them keeps alluding to having on-again, off-again plans to shoot me; the threat hanging in the air like an unresolved bubble. I am negotiating, then; carefully choosing my words to keep the situation neutral. The short, fat one claims that I got in the way of some mission they had back in the wartime scenario; and that I 'was due'; as he put it. He shows a video of myself moving through the throng of beings earlier in the dream; in which I was clearly * not * involved in their processes; but present and blamed, nonetheless
The shorter one starts wrestling with me. I can smell the stink of him; that earthy; unwashed feeling of twisted emotion. I execute an aikido manuever; swinging his body around; bringing him down to the ground with an arm-lock. The smell of him, the closeness and the sweat; is repulsive. In close quarters, there is a strange feeling coming off of him, a sexual desire aroused. I drop him to the ground; disgusted; and walk out into the apartment complex's hall.
They follow me out; the thick one and the thin one; with their greasy hair and chaotic eyes; where they begin playing with their guns again; shooting a wall close to me. I can feel the shorter one; a warped sense of changing emotions; swinging the gun close to me; then not; then handing me a pistol.
I want to shoot him; but am afraid. Is the gun loaded? Will his brother; now lounging against the hallway wall; stop me? Moments later, the teacher from before walks down the hallway .. innocent. I struggle for what to do; then awaken.
