Crazy Motel For Crazy People

Date: 9/27/2017

I’m standing on an old cobble stone street, with rows of small, terraced houses running along each side. Just like you’d find in London or Dublin. There’s a few people wandering around, they’re walking up to each other and having weird conversations, just making ridiculous noises. One guy was waving a handful of wheat by the stems in another guys face as he yelled “gobby!! gobberty!! goober!! gooooo!!” etc. It’s Ireland, the accent is Irish. It’s the next day and I walk out of my house, everyone’s staying in a house, it’s like a motel room for crazy people, the whole street is the motel or more accurately an insane asylum. I come out and see a bunch of people chatting, I walk over and announce myself with some ridiculous yelps and popping noises. I’m holding a rolled up newspaper, I wave it around and boop people with it. The funny thing, is that I’m aware of what I’m doing and could, as all the other people could, stop acting like an idiot. It’s like a drug or something, we're addicts and we’re here in a kind of rehab situation. I see a girl in the group, big round, brown eyes, scruffy brown hair, really nice smile. I smile back and give her my best click noises. She laughs and replies with something just as silly. A new day, more stupid chats. The dream ticks over a day at a time. Each day I remember a short glimpse of what happened. A guy went nuts one day and punched another guy, we all went to the corner pub another day and got drunk, the pub owner took a liking to the brown haired girl. And tried to take her, I pulled her away just in time and we escape. But mostly we just acted like idiots, make odd noises, whacking each other and laughing a lot. We're just having fun, not a worry in the world. Oh, another detail, everyones wearing classy 20's style clothing. I'm wearing a crisp white shirt, tweed pants and suspenders. The woman kind of flapper style, very Peaky Blinders. It’s a new day, I walk to the brown haired girl's house. I know she's leaving today. I pass other doors on my way down the street, I have a few jibber jabbers with people, one guy slapped me with a fish and that was pretty funny, but I was sad. I get to her house and walk in. She’s standing there, packed and ready to leave. “I’m ready to go.” She sadly says. I hold off the silly talk and reply with a simple “Ok then”. We walk out, I hold her bags in one hand and hold her hand in the other. As we walk out our friends join us, a group of us get to the pub at the end of the street. We go in for a leaving drink, but she also had to ask the boss if she can leave, the same guy that tried to take her before. As we walk in we see him sitting in the corner, with two big bodyguards each side. She looks worried but goes over to talk. I follow and hide out of sight, behind where they’re sitting so I can see everything. I see one of the bodyguard guys lift his arm to strike her, I reach over, grab his hand and break one finger with a snap, I grab another, pull back to hear and feel it snap too, the screams from the guy were deafening. I felt revolted with the sensation of the breaking bones. I then woke up. I hope she made it out, I felt bad leaving the dream with her there.