thedarksiren2 | Part one of a two-part dream

after going over the residual of a dream I had this morning for a while in my head, I realized it was a continuation of a dream I had a few weeks ago. So, I guess I will start with the beginning

bindrune and I were walking through a suburban neighborhood that overlooked a highway. we could see the lights of the cars passing below us between the branches of trees that stood in the middle of it all. Both of us walked with our hands in our pockets, our brows furrowed in contemplation and concern over what was to be said next.

She began to talk about basic life situations, but nothing that stuck in my head. I would nod, and talk back with a similar experience - our voices were more like Charlie Brown teacher-voices than our own, audible, but neither clear nor concise.

We kept walking, and I raised my head to look at the stars; the sky was clear, the air crisp and slightly chilled when a breeze came through.

The cold reminded me that I should just say what is on my mind, but as I turned to say what I meant to say to her, several hoodlum-type boys came flying by on their skateboards, one grabbing my Squid-scarf, skating down the road with hyena-laughter.

We both stood still in our tracks, stunned. Our heads turned slow-motion to face one another - mine to my right, hers to her left - and there was crystal understanding.

We began running after the guys. There had to be eight or nine of them, laughter echoing through the streets, skate trucks sounding like train wheels as their cacophony bounced off the shingles of all the beautiful homes surrounding us. Babies and toddlers slept peacefully, unknowingly inside, clinging to their woobies and Teddy Ruxpin bears.

We had to stop them. We had to quiet them down, to destroy their schemes. I had to get my God-damn Squid back!

We came to an activity center, three flights of cement stairs below us, and the boys gliding down te rails on their axles. The screeching of metal against metal was excruciating to

bindrune's and my ears.

Must. destroy. everything.

We took the stairs in leaps and bounds. We both began laughing too, mad laughter, destructive and intense. She ran down a few steps ahead of me, and I remembered a fear of going down stairs so quickly, cement stairs, to be exact.

I began tumbling, head-first, and heard a voice from a movie (It was Wesley from The Princess Bride, to be exact) yell, "Assss yoooou wiiissshhhh!!!!"

I landed with a poof! at

bindrune's feet, feathers covering the cement platform, breaking my fall.

As I stood, brushing the feathers and dust from my jeans (we were both, incidentally, wearing old blue-jeans and bad heavy-metal t-shirts - I want to say Winger, or maybe Megadeth were the prints, but I cannot remember exactly. Maybe it was both?) I found

bindrune staring into the distance before us, her jaw dropped and her brow more wrinkled than before.

I asked her, "What?"
She raised her left hand, index finger pointing ahead.
The boys were lighting large bombs, and throwing them into sewage holes.

Again, we faced each other, this time I looked at her from my left, she to me from the right.

All we cold do was run as the ground shook below us, and houses crumbled to ruins.