The Chase

Date: 1/24/2019

The memory begins at an old hotel lobby, maybe a bar . There’s a show being on by a beautiful girl around my age. My mom is there. There are people there who work for me. I get the feeling that I’m the head of a notorious crime family. There’s a group of about 25 - 40 people gathered in chairs around a small stage listening to this girl sing. However something happens and all hell breaks loose. Me and one of my body guards (maybe not body guard, fellow gangster feels more right) make a break for one of the cars parked in a lot outside the building we’re in. We’re being chased by three other people. We get to the car in time and peel out of the parking lot. There’s three other thugs on motorcycles that follow in pursuit. The chase takes us through mountainous roads, dangerous cross sections, and even some seaside rock formations. At some point in the sequence, I’ve left the car behind and transitioned to what seems like a motor scooter. In this whole scene the scooter gets battered. I’ve lost my associate along the way. I’ve tried multiple times to outsmart my enemy and hide but they’ve caught me every time. Desperation starts to set in. I take a sharp turn off a road that’s overlooking the ocean, and below the lip of the road is a rock barrier which leads into a huge pile of black and white trash bags. My scooter is on it’s last limb. The accelerator is broke, I’m needing to manually pull on the cable to open the gas. Two of the people chasing me also follow on motor scooters (there’s always a the third one which refuses to engage in the more dangerous bits). I’m hopping over gaps in the large rocks which form this barrier. I accelerate as I approach the pile of trash bags and launch myself into it. Sinking deeper into the pile, and being covered by more bags as I sink, they won’t follow me. The perspective changes to just beyond the pile of trash. I have a birds eye view of my long time butler and servant, who had been following me and is waiting for the right moment to come and pick me up. He is disguised as a local. He gets into an inflatable raft with a beer and is riding huge waves back and forth. I suppose he’s doing this to make my pursuant less suspicious of his identity. One of them actually says, “These locals are crazy, what a life”! Eventually they leave and the scene fades. The next moment we’re entering a mansion, my residence. My butler is sharing his grievances. States he’s getting to old for this and he’s thinking of retiring. I peer into another room and see my little sister playing with our dogs. Maybe I’ll let him retire, but honestly I wound have been in tough spot without him today. Going to go shower. //This is day 3 of using 1mg melatonin. I have to say that the dreams are indeed getting much more vivid. However my sleep also seems fragmented.