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What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

maximus otter

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A yucky and totally implausible collage from history this morning:

A WPC and l are escorting a prisoner through a crowded shopping centre (?). He’s obviously high risk, as he’s cuffed at wrist and ankle, and with a vertical chain connecting the cuffs. He’s also wearing a red woolly hat.

All is light-hearted and chatty. Both of us then leave the prisoner by himself in the mall (!) and enter a staff room. T, a real-life shooting pal of mine, is in the staff room. He asks me where the prisoner is, and l reply (with outer confidence but a sinking heart) that he’s just outside. T gives me a grim look and goes out into the shopping area to investigate. Guiltily, l go to the exterior window and look out. We must be two or three floors up, and l see the suspect - who’s shed his restraints somehow - sprinting away with T in hot pursuit. (Unlikely, as T is in his mid-seventies in real life!)

l follow at best speed. Blessedly, T has caught the prisoner, but apparently not before he’s assaulted a kid who was playing football in a courtyard with his mates. With a disgusted look, T shoves the felon toward me.

l’m bollocking the bad boy and trying to cuff him again, when...

...he bobs his head down and bites through the blood vessels in his right forearm. A ridiculous spray of blood jets from the wound, and l shout for T to assist me as l wrap a hankie around Old Faithful, getting well hosed in the process.

Sunrise. Awaken.

Where the hell did that load of pish come from? That is 180⁰ away from any standard of police work l’d have demonstrated. l’ve seen somebody do that to themselves (different method), and the result was an embarrassment in real life, not like the Hollywood tripe described above.

My subconscious need a better scriptwriter.

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A yucky and totally implausible collage from history this morning ...
... l’ve seen somebody do that to themselves (different method), and the result was an embarrassment in real life, not like the Hollywood tripe described above. ...
How similar was the other incident in which you witnessed someone do that sort of thing? Dream trappings are often connected more by free association than any clear logic. Was the dream felon with the woolly hat drawn from experience, or was he a fabricated dream-character?
 

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How similar was the other incident in which you witnessed someone do that sort of thing? Dream trappings are often connected more by free association than any clear logic. Was the dream felon with the woolly hat drawn from experience, or was he a fabricated dream-character?
Totally dissimilar. The real-life muppet attempted suicide with a blade in the public enquiry office at my first nick.

Mr. Woolly Hat is a complete fiction. Also, as a street PC, l didn’t have access to anything but conventional Hiatt handcuffs; nor would l have led a fettered suspect through crowds (“Not only the prisoner’s person in your custody, but also his reputation...”) then left him unsupervised.

l have no clue as to where any of the above account originated.

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He was selling werewolves or he was one?
He was one, in full form. Whatever he was selling would eventually turn other people into werewolves. He was very persistent and kept trying to sell to my friends. When I heard, I went out the side door and cussed him out royally, telling him I'd "beat his ass" if he didn't leave my property immediately.
 

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We seem to have a lot of dream threads.
Anyway, I dozed off in front of the telly last night and had a recurring dream - driving a car (which I don't do much in real life). Problem was that I'm on the road at speed whilst faffing about in the back seat - I can reach the steering wheel (just) but I can't reach the brakes. This time I managed to switch the headlights on but the beam was like a pencil torch and in the gloom I could see the legs of some people in the road. View out of the windscreen then switched to a B movie projection as the car hurtled unconvincingly down a steep wooded mountain slope. I didn't die and arrived at my Brother-in-law's house in daylight. As I got out of the car, I gave it the once-over - it was like a battle-bus out of Mad Max with some of the wheels jacked up on cinder blocks. It was also completely covered in dents and small holes and was on fire in places. Meh - survived worse.
 
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