Had this dream last night that made me wake up in a somewhat abrupt way and the weird part is that I rarely remember any of my dreams, especially when they 'happen' in the middle of the night and I go back to sleep a short while after. This one though, I can remember *very* vividly .

So..it all starts for some reason while I'm riding a bus, which I don't do that often these days, with for what I can remember this girl who I really care for but doesn't exist on real life. The bus is going along the road to the place where I live, about 700 meters still to my place, when suddenly something happens and we crash into a roundabout and later into a wall, huge accident. Next thing I know, I'm unharmed and carrying the girl out of the bus unto a lawn outside and get her do lie down...then I realize she's been badly injured in the back of her head, blood everywhere and something tells me she won't make it and I can remember trying to calm her down while she mumbles something I can't quite understand.

Shortly after, I get a good look around me and it's like I'm in a warzone. Street kids, no more than 15 years old, are firing handguns at each other and everyone starts looking for cover. Now...my neighbourhood is quite easy going, middle class families with their kids kind of thing going on around the place and there's absolutely no such thing as gangs or the likes around. I never felt at harm's way while walking in the streets alone where I live, even late at night.

It all gets cloudy at this part, but next thing I know I'm inside a bus again..not sure if it's the same..going up the road up to my place after the roundabout, I look around and all I see are kids firing at each other. As we get near my house it seems to calm down and I ask the driver if he could please stop the bus and let me out, which he does. I get out and go inside my building.

The next weird part made me remember this has happened before a lot in my dreams, I just couldn't remember it. It's the elevator part. I get inside the elevator, push my floor's button and it's like the elevator is broken and doesn't stop where it's supposed to. It goes up a LOT more floors than it's supposed to, even though my building just has 5 floors I can see clear as day that I'm on the 50th something floor or something like that and making seriously weird noises like twisting metal. That creeps me out a bit. Ok, that creeps me out a lot actually but I can't remember anything in real life that could be a precursor factor triggering this event. I've never got stuck on elevators or the likes, it's always been a pleasant ride. And then...I'm on my floor.

I don't know at what point this happens, but somewhere in the next event I realize it's all just a dream and I'm about to wake up. The weird part about it is that even though I know it's a dream, I can't control it.

As I reach out for my keys in my pocket I look at my keylock and it's got this electronic sci fi thingie covering the lock itself and of course....the keys don't work. I knock on the door and hear my mom asking who is it, I answer back and hear her opening the lock. Next thing I know, she looks at me..says "I'm sorry for this, hang tight" and proceeds to raise a gun and shoot me 3-4 times in the chest. Now, she doesn't say anything related to why she did it but I have a clear notion it has something to do with clearing me out of something I've done, like trying to create an alibi of some sorts. It's not evil intended, it's actually an act of love...as twisted as this may seem.

Then I wake up.

As startled as I was I could vividly remember everything as far back as the bus scene, this never happens when I wake up from a dream. I usually just remember bits and pieces and forget them a short while after. If I go back to sleep, I tend to not remember them at all.

Why the crap do I remember all this? And why the crap did I leave the girl dying on that lawn and fled on that bus? Did she even eventually die while I was beside her? I think she did, but I'm not sure. Can't remember. And why are streets kids at war in my neighbourhood? Why the recurrent broken elevator dreams? I can't relate any of this to triggering real life events.

I guess I've been watching too many movies, right?

O aparelho ainda funcionava e tinha até boa carga de bateria, então o pescador deixou-o ligado, até que alguém telefonou, com o objectivo de contactar aquele que se veio a provar que era o proprietátio do telefone, Andrew Cheatle. Kerley anotou os dados de Cheatle e entrou em contacto, devolvendo o objecto.

Depois do encontro dos dois homens, registado pela imprensa britânica, Cheatle explicou que tinha deixado cair o telemóvel, que foi levado pelas ondas, quando passeava o seu cão, na praia, nunca esperando reencontrar o aparelho e «muito menos ainda a funcionar normalmente».

Apesar de passar uma semana submerso no oceano, o telemóvel esteve sempre ligado e Andrew pôde até consultar as chamadas perdidas enquanto o aparelho esteve na barriga do peixe, o que indica que o telefone tocou várias vezes dentro do bacalhau.

 
Via: pplware.com