My Girlfriend's Prisoners

We were moving by a low rubble wall at the edge of a field. I was using a kalashnikov gun to keep my prisoners under control. My prisoners were two old women all dressed in black. They wore black shawls over their heads. They were crawling on their knees in front of me while I was shouting orders at them, urging them to keep on moving forward. They were constantly crying and screaming. At regular intervals, the two prisoners stopped to lift their heads at the sky and wave their hands in the air, screaming words that I couldn’t understand. I just waved my gun at them, ordered them to shut up and kept on moving forward, doing my best to sound as mean and angry as possible. And angry I sure was - their shouting was doing my head in. I was growing very impatient with them.

At some point the women stopped and turned to look at something in the rubble wall. They fell quiet. Silence. My head was already feeling better. I walked up to see what they were looking at and saw two identical glass bowls in the rubble wall. There was an inscription on each of them which said: “IF I HEAR AS MUCH AS A WHIMPER FROM YOU I WILL SHRED YOU TO PIECES”. This threat was directed towards the women and they knew it. From then onwards they just walked in front of me without saying a word.

We finally arrived at my girlfriend’s house. The old women were my girlfriend’s prisoners really and I was just delivering them to my girlfriend because she had asked me to. As soon as they entered into the house they metamorphosed into a married, middle-aged couple. One of the women turned into a big man with short brown hair. He was wearing a black tuxedo and his hobby was target shooting. The other old woman turned into a different, younger woman with short, chestnut hair. She looked pudgy but she kept her back straight and I somehow got the impression that she was very fit. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an ugly-looking sweater, one of those “Christmas sweaters” with a myriad of colours. She was a professional footballer.

My relationship with this couple was still of the “captor-captives” kind but it was a much more relaxed affair now. I didn’t have the gun anymore. I welcomed them into my girlfriend’s house as they walked in through the front door. I handed them a red carnation each. The man wore the flower in the front pocket of his jacket. Likewise, the woman wore her flower on her sweater.

My girlfriend wasn’t in at the time. I decided to put the prisoners in her room. This was a very small room containing a bed (deep blue sheets), a chair, a table and some shelves (white). There was very little space to move around. On the table there was a TV set which was showing a football game. I apologized to them for the fact that there was only one single bed and assured them that another bed would be provided.

The man sat on the bed while the woman took the chair. I sat on the bed next to the man. We did some small talk and watched the game. After a while I heard my girlfriend in the living room. She had come back. I shouted out to her that the prisoners needed another bed. I heard her complaining from the living room but I couldn’t understand what she saying. I left the room and started walking towards the living room when I bumped into her. She was visibly angry. “Can you please give me a break!?! I just came in and I need to rest for a while!” she said in an irritated tone. I bit my tongue and thought “That’s gratitude for you”.

the end

Dreamt on the night of 08.02.2006

The night before:
Food: Cod with lemon & roast potatoes
Drink: Water