Yeah, the cop story that was coming.... well, you'll be a bit disapointed, because there is not much action. Rereading my last post about another dream that I had, I found that there was not much of an action, no particular details about the dream itself. And the fact is that it's true that I am not really giving any precise details 'cause I don't remember about it, so don't expect the telling of a dream like if I was telling you a story. It happens frequently in litterature that dreams are told like if it was a story with a detailed environment an a detailed tail... well, it's not really how it happens.

Let's start with a general consideration related to the dream I am ready to tell you about: have you ever noticed (I say that formaly, because everybody has) how selfishly we think in a dream? I mean, even more that in real life. It's even more obvious and embarassing in "life or death" situations dreams. I don't really remember what I did wrong, but I was fleeing away from the Justice. Not exactly I was fleeing, but I knew that I was suspected for something, so I was keeping on the lockout. I was driving in a kind of highway (when I am driving, in my dreams, its always on a highway or some kind of deserted road). So, I was driving in a really clumsy way, as ever. I was getting out of hand, carried out of course in the off-road, in a word I was out of control, as I always am in my dreams. Suddenly, I crossed a cop car: bad news. They abruptly turned back and chased me. I offered no resistance, and stepped out of my car. I was desperate, I was facing serious jail time. I knew that my life was going to be messed, it was the worst thing that could happen, I was caught and about to live a hell time. Again, (like in the other dream I told you about last post), nature was so bright and marvelously desolated. That's the only thing that made me feel good. Lets get back to the action. When I was out of the car, I stole one of the two policemen' gun. It was not an intense scene, I just stole it, I think they were almost laughing. And then (and that's wild, I never did that in any other dream before, really it was so bold by myself...) I pointed my weapon toward them! I was about to shoot them, or one of them! I remember perfectly my reflexion: " If I shoot him, I could get in even deeper trouble, so I should not do it." How selfish!! But the fact here, it's that I didn't shoot any of the two, and turned the weapon over me! again, its my reflexions that I remember the most: "I could suicide, and it would end everything, I would have no trouble anymore." I then turned my back to the cops. I had a small reflexion about the fact that they could should me in the back. Here's what I tought about it: "I much prefer dying that way that they should me when I look at them, BUT, I am affraid that they miss the killing target and that they just hurt me, it would be more painfull." But I also tought that they could not shoot me in the back that way. I was kind of on a bank. The road was alongside the sea, just a little higher. So I looked at the sea, and tried to get deep tragic toughts about my situation. I was kind of disturbed by the presence of the two policemen. God, it was strange... I was having toughts about suicide, I was trying to get some courage, trying to convince me that it was better, but I was hanging to this life, I was affraid of the big nothing awaiting me... Should I shoot me, it would end everything, but... if it was more? if there was a chance for me to escape from my desperate situation? But if I shoot me, what will happen? A big nothing?? I was so scared, front of the sea, disturbing policemen behind me, and I was about to shoot me. I admit, I had the courage of doing it, and you know what gave me that final push? I suspected that I was in a dream!! So I pushed the trigger... And that's the thing I remember best from my dream: the sound, the texture of the bullet coming out of the gun, the sensation of it... The end.