This was a trippy dream I had:
First, some subtext and backstory. I apologise for how complicated this is.
There is a kid at my school who is in year 7, and as such, doesn’t play an actual instrument, just a recorder. He always blows into it really hard at lunches to make the sharp high squealing noise, just to annoy everyone. I don’t know his name but he was in this dream.
Also present was this acquaintance of mine who also happens to be a transsexual (although hasn’t done anything physical to herself, just thinks of herself as a man).
Lastly, about a week ago, I was riding my bike to school. Around the corner from my school is this congested intersection, making it practically impossible to ride on the road there. So, like I usually do, I rode on the footpath around there. As I turned the corner, there was an old man walking in my path, though several feet away, so there was no way he could have been hit by my bike. But alas, he shouts out angrily “Look at this fuckwit on the footpath!” despite several younger kids being in his vicinity. I didn’t do anything, I just rode off.
So all this stuff actually happened, all these people just factor into the dream.
In the dream, me, the transgender girl, the recorder kid and a few other kids were for some reason sitting on computer chairs (the spinny kind on wheels) on the middle of a road near my place. For some reason, I was trying to impress the trans girl (who in real life I garner no attraction for), so I made some quippy joke about my hair colour, and the kids around me somehow couldn’t see my hair from where I was sitting, so Recorder Kid jumped off his chair and tried to come and take a look. I started scooting off on my chair, for some reason super fast, and Recorder Kid was chasing me. Eventually he caught up to me and exclaimed that my hair was dark blonde, not red as I had stated, and ran off to tell his friends. Then I heard the sound of a car from behind me and realised Recorder Kid was trying to run me over, so I started scooting off again, but he rammed me from behind and I jumped off the chair and onto the car, climbing around to his window, and then I started beating on him really ferociously, at one point biting down hard on his ear. Then, out of nowhere, the old man who called me a fuckwit in real life comes up to me, and says angrily that Recorder Kid is only seven years old (despite clearly being 12 or something), and even weirder, that he is his son. Old Man then gets a large log and starts chasing me with it, threatening to kill me. Luckily I am able to outrun him and get to my house (which is a short distance from this street we were on). I ran inside, where my mother and brother were sitting down, and I say that the old man is trying to kill me. I look outside and am glad that he has stopped pursuing me, but then see the car pull up the driveway and the old man get out with an oversized double barrel shotgun. My heart starts pounding, and I run to the phone, knowing that the police will never get to me in time, when the front door is blasted off it’s hinges and I am shot.
I woke up after that, adrenaline coursing through me, my heart still pounding, me head and chest hurting.
It was pretty weird.