The fashion style is completely topless, with small patches covering their nipples. They were showing off especially for some people watching
There was a car crash between two men, competing for the women in the show
They were all acting like idiots
I sat by and watched it all, bemused. For some reason I'm picking pieces of glass out of my feet
A man is sitting with me watching it all
He's trying to work out what is going on
He looks at one of the security guards in uniform, who is carrying a weapon like a police officer
I'm sitting next to the man, who is obviously some type of undercover government agent or military contractor
He is looking for someone
Because he is looking at the security, I say to him "it's the ones that aren't registered, that you need to worry about"
I'm talking about all the undercover military-type security and people at the bar at the time
He acknowledges me, but walks away to go investigate a group nearby
A second later he comes running back urgently and grabs me by the shirt
"Your names Sam Korn?" He asks. I reply yes. "And you organise concert events. Like, for rock music?"
He's not 100% correct about what I do, but I have done it in the past, so I say yes
He's trying to identify me. Work out who I am
He seems like a real entity inside my dream/vision. Perhaps someone conscious. Maybe remote-viewing
Another group of men appear and try sequester us both, as the friends of the man I'm talking to also arrive
They are all wearing plain clothes and earpieces. There is allot of pushing and shoving between the two groups, while they size each other up
The man I'm talking to and his friend have a distinct colour of earpiece in, while the other group have a different colour earpiece in
The man I'm talking to asks one of the men from the other group "what fixer do you work for?"
He then offers to pay them more money
There is more of the other group, than the man I'm talking to
I think they mean to kill us, but I'm not worried
I'm actually enjoying what is happening. I find it comical and entertaining
I recognise one of the men from the second group. Part-asian man
"Sho-Shan!" I say to him, referring to him by name. "I remember you! I kicked your arse!"
He smiles wryly at me, even though I'm not sure I remember ever actually kicking his arse
He seems to remember it though, because he doesn't correct me and doesn't seem happy
I offer to fight him again, for old times sake, just for fun
He agrees and we walk out in the grass to fight
I tell him that if he wants to fight me, he needs to tell the monkey holding me to let me go
I look at the man holding me and realise his black, and that he probably misinterpreted me calling him monkey as a racist and/derogatory statement
It wasn't. I didn't even look at him before I said it. I was calling him a monkey because he works security and was restraining me
He doesn't believe I wasn't being racist and stabs me in the back of my left arm with something. Not sure what, but I couldn't feel it
"Did you stab me in the arm, right before a fight?" I asked him
He confirmed he did
I didn't really care thought
All I thought was, it was my left arm, I am right-handed, so it won't really matter. I'll still beat him
No comments:
Post a Comment