Date: 01-03-2021
Last night I had dark and sinister dreams. I only remember this one well, as it was the longest.
It was daytime. D and I were in a newly built residential area, with green patches of grass on small hills like in the television show ‘the Teletubbies’, new shiny houses, all straight lines. It was so perfect that it was sterile. It didn’t have any soul. We were taking a stroll. We had been visiting friends there that had bought a house in this area, but while at the house warming party we both felt a bit uneasy and had decided to go outside for some air and check the neighbourhood. While we were walking and talking we noticed that occasionally helicopters would fly over. And I wasn’t sure if I was just being paranoid or if they were actually keeping tabs on us. They flew directly overhead each time, even though we were on the move. Was it a coincidence?
We ran into other people. I believe D knew them. I didn’t. They joined us in the walk, and they also had noticed the helicopters too, wondering too whether they were being watched. As part of a joke we would sometimes hide in the bushes whenever we heard another chopper approach us. We were in a happy mood and it all seemed like innocent fun. We came across a mini supermarket, and D and I entered it. In the freezers they had bags filled with ice cream. Really big! Like maybe 10 litres of ice cream each, pushed inside carton tubes. On the side of the tube it showed a picture of delicious ice cream, and it made me crave for it. I wanted to buy one, but D didn’t think it was a good idea, saying: “You can never eat all that ice cream all by yourself.” But then I suggested we took it to that house warming party and share it with everyone there, as we were still expected to return. She actually liked that idea.
This situation in the supermarket took only a small amount of time. We were in and out in no time, now carrying a huge bag of ice cream. We went back to the house of our friends, but while we progressed we now saw different types of helicopters. There were army green helicopters and red helicopters, behaving similarly to the ones before, but slightly more aggressive. If one would not fly in the right alignment to our direction of movement, it would course correct, and bank so that the side windows on one side would face us. What we thought was a bit paranoid at first now turned out to be true; these choppers were watching us! And when a chopper banked to one side it was as if they were watching us from the windows, and perhaps even pointed guns at us. It became really creepy. We were scared.
But then we ran into other people that were at the party of our friends. My brother and his girlfriend Y were also in this group of people. It was a happy but yet also awkward reintroduction because my brother didn’t want to talk to me any more. We seemed to have forgotten about the helicopters for a moment. We showed them the bag of ice cream and explained our plan to up the vibe on that dull party with some ice cream. This group was on its way to the party, they hadn’t arrived yet. Everyone, including my brother, responded quite enthusiastic to my proposal to go there together and enjoy an icy treat.
We joined them. While we were walking one of the group members asked me which flavour we got. I didn’t even know! D opened the bag while I held it. “It’s… chocolate…” she said, looking up at me with a deliberate frowny face. I’m allergic to chocolate, meaning I couldn’t even eat it. “We could still go back, pick a different flavour, you know.” Diane said. “Good idea! Yeah, let’s do that.” I said. M wanted to come with. I liked it, but also not. I was afraid it would turn into a conflict. I didn’t want that. But there was something about his demeanour. He seemed a little nervous, and it was as if he offered to come along like he wanted to talk to me in private or something.
D and Y hadn’t noticed this slightly uncomfortable situation between me and M, and thought it was already decided on, and they (D & Y) joined the rest of the group which went on towards the party. D gave me a big kiss, and said: “Have fun!” So I walked together with M back towards the supermarket. Meanwhile the choppers seemed to have returned. This time, their stalker behaviour went up a few tiers. It became intensely scary. A black helicopter in particular kept closing the distance.
Because of the situation involving the choppers we didn’t really have any time to talk. I vaguely recall M had said a few things, but he had been stammering and stuttering throughout it all. I had many things to say back to him but didn’t. I kept it in because I didn’t want to have a piss contest on who could blame the most on the other. I thought to myself that he himself was the only person that should pass judgement on himself. If I do that it will especially not work. And because of the helicopters we didn’t really got any good conversation going. The noise of the engines of the helicopters prevented ever more our conversation as they flew overhead ever lower. It was deafening, and truly scary.
We ran. Somehow D was now also back with us. We ran and ran and ran, but we couldn’t lose this one chopper. It was following us very closely. At one point it was so very close to us, that M and D had looked up and were frozen in place because of the giant helicopter above their heads, making so much noise. But I was set to not give up. I took a hand of each of them and pulled them into some bushes nearby, and kept going further in, finding places where the chopper’s view would be most obstructed. It was working. It was losing track of us, and lost us. The chopper now began to make wide circles around the area, scanning for any sight of us. It wanted to find us again.
I recall we eventually made it out of there, but it felt temporary. Whether it would take a long time or not, it was a matter of time before it would find us again.
