I had a weird dream last night. It wasn’t a nightmare, although I remember feeling frightened and desperate at the time, but it certainly was strange.
I was in a bank. It was quite busy, the lines were all very long, and they were barely moving. The vault door was open. I was standing in line behind a woman with grey hair who walked with a cane.
Every once in a while we’d all shuffle forward in line, but it felt like it was taking forever.
Suddenly, there was a shout. We all turned to look and there was a woman standing by a chair, wearing a Hartford Whalers jersey and jeans. Her eyes were brown and her hair was very dark and was shiny like enamelled wire, and was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She stood there with a syringe in each hand. I have no idea why I knew this but the syringes were full of tetanus bacteria. She started to advance on the people in the bank.
Her hair shone like Juliet’s from the 1968 Romeo and Juliet movie.
The customers and staff all bolted for the door, but it wouldn’t open. It didn’t occur to anyone to call the police or smash the glass doors or one of the big glass windows to get out.
I thought it would be a good idea to hide in the vault, so I scrambled over the little gate to get behind the teller desks, and ran toward the vault. People were screaming and freaking out as the woman with the syringes got closer.
I made it inside the vault and found a very large cardboard box. Inside it were a whole bunch of bench vises like this:
They’re heavier than they look.
I dragged and kicked the box out into the main area and started throwing them at the woman with the syringes. They were quite heavy and I had trouble lobbing them far enough, but I finally hit her square in the back. It knocked her over, and when she got up, she turned and headed towards me, with her face completely relaxed. I threw a couple more vises (all of which missed), and when she was just a few feet away, I turned around and locked myself inside the vault. In the dark. I couldn’t see or hear anything, so I just stood there, bench vise in one hand, waiting for the door to open.
It never did.
I have no idea where any of this came from. I wasn’t particularly distressed by it, but it certainly got a “what the hell was that?” when I woke up. If any of you out there know how to interpret dreams, let me know what this one meant. It was… odd.
Stay safe.