Dhivael/Anne’s Hyperactive Blog

Wow, it’s been quite awhile since I last posted. I always mean to, then I forget. This time, though, I’ve just had a dream that’s too interesting to not record. I told it to a friend, and they said it was like “Anne Frank Meets the Internet”… and I suppose that’s kind of how it sounds. Anyway, without further ado:

I was an older teen girl, 16-19 or so. And my family was Jewish. I had, uh, 4 or 5 brothers and sisters. My father was working on something for ‘the government’ (it wasn’t the US, but I’m not sure /where/ it was). And he’d made some enemies, so people were trying to break into our house. We woke up one night to find a ninja(!?) was breaking into our house. Somehow, he got scared away. So we’re scared, trying to live normally… I befriend 3 slightly older (college age-ish) young men. Nothing romantic, just friendly stuff. And as long as they’re in the house, for some reason, the ninjas or whatever won’t break in and steal whatever it is. Somewhere in there, I start singing about llamas with the three older guys. Somehow, this symbolizes my father’s enemies. My (much) younger brother, meanwhile, makes friends with a “Bavarian” boy about his age…

It’s been about a week since the ninjas tried to break in; the older guys have been staying over for some reason that I can’t fathom. Somehow, the llama song convinced them to stay. Anyway, we suddenly realize it’s past “curfew” and my little brother’s Bavarian friend is still at our house and we realize that he needs to go home. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem, escept the “Bavarians” live in their own little section of the town/city and the gates have closed. Either my little brother or the Bavarian boy says that they know of a place where the Bavarian boy can slip through and get home. Reluctantly, we set off (my siblings and the three older guys) with the Bavarian boy to see him as far home as we can. When we get there, though, we find out that the fence has been mended! Ohnoes! Well, it’s more of an ohnoes when several “policemen” step from the shadows and out of nearby buildings. “What are you all doing out so late?” “We’re just trying to get this little boy home.” “What little boy? I don’t see any little boy.” And, sure enough, the Bavarian kid has disappeared!

Just then, someone we recognize as an enemy of our father steps out and we realize it’s a trap. The little Bavarian boy was part of a trap for us to get caught. I’m not sure what happened to the three older guys, but they’re still on our side. Either way, we realize that there’s nothing left for us to do but RUN. So we run and try to get back home. Somehow, they half-catch us and manage to get our hands tied (in front), but we still manage to escape. And we’re running back home, I’m urging my siblings (I think it was 2 younger brothers and 2 sisters? Maybe?) to run faster, our parents have to be warned. If they don’t find out about this, aside from nasty things happening to /us/, our parents are ruined.

Meanwhile, we’re trying to slip out of the hand restraints. One of my oldest (younger) sisters manages to and I’m almost out… but not quite. So we’re running and running and go past a certain building where there are enemy people and they try to capture us by tripping/lassoing us with plastic filament. My siblings almost get caught and I slow down to buy my siblings some time. So the thing the enemy is using ends up snaring my hands, somehow. And I’m pulling and pulling to keep from getting pulled inside. And the plastic filament is stretching and they’re using some sort of mechanical device that somehow ends up getting overwhelmed by my strength. So my father’s main enemy steps out at this time, shouting something to the people inside about being ‘incompetent fools!’ and how X and Y should be done, and he tries to catch me himself…

My hands are still tangled up, so it looks like he’s going to have things easy. And he’s gloating about something or another. But as he’s monologuing, I pull and pull and (though my hands are still tied), I’ve got quite a bit of slack in the plastic filament thing. He’s stalking me, still monologuing, and doesn’t seem to realize this. He gets close, I throw a length of the stuff around his neck, loop it a few times, and pull. He dies. And that’s when I woke up.