September 07, 2004
A fever dream from September 7, 2004
I had an allergy attack the other day which prompted Don to give me two little pink pills. They work but they make me completely drowsy. I had about three or four dreams last night due to the medication. I could only recall one.
I was part of a law enforcement team responsible for drug busts. My job is to go out on my motorbike out to the scene, first, and then call in the situation. Sort of like a scout. A large part of my team consisted of women (who resembled the team that I work with at the Medical University). They drove the heavier trucks and would respond to my reports. I would have to stay close by until they came around.
I had short length blonde hair in this dream.
One scene looked like Darlington Street in Yorkton, underneath the underpass. It was early in the evening. The sky had a darkened blue tint. I can't remember what happened after that.
Another scene happened on what looked like Broad Street in Regina, near the Armoury. Except the buildings on this part of Broad Street looked like buildings from Montague Avenue in Charleston. Members of the a latino gang were having a gun battle with automatics. I jumped from one lane to the other all the way around, out of harms way. I radio-ed in the situation and was instructed to get as close as I can without giving myself away. So I did. I can't remember what happened after that.
The third scene happened on Hagwood Street in Charleston, near the MUSC Hagwood parking tower. Except it looked different. There was a railroad track and two ditches on the left hand side of the street. We were driving down the street and for some reason I was interested in jumping across the tracks and the ditches. Except that wasn't part of the mission. We finally jumped off onto a railroad car that was stacked with heavy cases. We all started to push these heavy cases off. Someone started to push off a small box.
Someone yelled out "The radio!"
I jumped out and caught this yellow-orange box, and opened it. Inside was a laundry stand. I stood up and wondered where the radio went. A member of my team, who looked like Erica, said that she took out the radio and stored it for safe keeping. We continued to push everything off of the side of the railroad car into the ditch.
I was part of a law enforcement team responsible for drug busts. My job is to go out on my motorbike out to the scene, first, and then call in the situation. Sort of like a scout. A large part of my team consisted of women (who resembled the team that I work with at the Medical University). They drove the heavier trucks and would respond to my reports. I would have to stay close by until they came around.
I had short length blonde hair in this dream.
One scene looked like Darlington Street in Yorkton, underneath the underpass. It was early in the evening. The sky had a darkened blue tint. I can't remember what happened after that.
Another scene happened on what looked like Broad Street in Regina, near the Armoury. Except the buildings on this part of Broad Street looked like buildings from Montague Avenue in Charleston. Members of the a latino gang were having a gun battle with automatics. I jumped from one lane to the other all the way around, out of harms way. I radio-ed in the situation and was instructed to get as close as I can without giving myself away. So I did. I can't remember what happened after that.
The third scene happened on Hagwood Street in Charleston, near the MUSC Hagwood parking tower. Except it looked different. There was a railroad track and two ditches on the left hand side of the street. We were driving down the street and for some reason I was interested in jumping across the tracks and the ditches. Except that wasn't part of the mission. We finally jumped off onto a railroad car that was stacked with heavy cases. We all started to push these heavy cases off. Someone started to push off a small box.
Someone yelled out "The radio!"
I jumped out and caught this yellow-orange box, and opened it. Inside was a laundry stand. I stood up and wondered where the radio went. A member of my team, who looked like Erica, said that she took out the radio and stored it for safe keeping. We continued to push everything off of the side of the railroad car into the ditch.
