Don't Come Any Closer! I Have a Chair!

So last night's dream was pretty usual for me. I often dream of being attacked, or killed, or tortured, or the like. But I was woken up pretty early by a neighbour. He decided to leave his (very, very loud) car running for half an hour, and my windows were open, as I seem to sleep better in the cold...
...Anyway, after reading for a while I did fall back to sleep, and then is when the dream occured.

I'm at what seems to be a chicken farm, stealing eggs (in the hopes they'll hatch into birds, not for food) by switching which baskets they were originally in. How that evolves into stealing I'll never know. But I'm seen, and I end up talking to a woman who lives there, and she asks me to help her with one of her daughters computer problems. At this stage I get a huge feeling of déjà vu, that I've been there before, and I said no the woman, and she butchered me up some. Now, as that's something I'd like to not happen to myself, I say yes, and off I go to help.
The next thing I know, I'm in a car with this woman and her farmer husband and they're driving me home. I have with me one of my mums cats: Minx: a small little thing, terrified of everyone. She's in a carry box, and I figure out that these people don't want to kill me, they want my cat! I'm then in my house, in the kitchen, and the woman is comeing at me with a poker, and the farmer has a small knife. I have no idea what happened to the cat, but she's not with me anymore. I then pick up a chair and use it as a weapon, instead of defense. The two people with the better weapons than me end up outside. We all fight in the garden, and my next door neighbour appears, then disappears (I'll be having words with him for leaving me to fend for myself). Then they're in their car, and away they went. Never to be seen again.

For some sadistic reason, this dream amused me. It still makes me laugh a little writing it here. Yes, I'm strange. But everybody knows that already anyway!

Day One

As I seem to have a strange aversion to paper when it comes to my own writing, I have, in the hopes of succeeding, created this blog in the attempt to get my dreams, and therefore my ideas down on paper, so to speak.

So far, I'm assuming that most of the entries posted in this blog will be my original dreams. Hopefully, whilst they're still fresh in my mind. It's also likely that because of this, most of the entries in this blog will make absolutely no sense at all. Which you have to admit, is not completely disagreeable.

I don't quite remember everything from last night, but we all have to start somewhere. And so here is my first official post:

11.01.09
Disregarding the flying ship and the hotel full of massaging implements, my dream last night centered around animal slaughter. I remember being very upset, and that I knew that I was dreaming, but instead of taking the lucid dreaming approach, I decided to let the dream play out.
I live next to a boxing club (that doesn't really have an opening time cycle set in stone). There's a huge ramped driveway leading up to the doors, with double metal gates about a third of the way up.
In the dream, the gates were wide open, but the club was closed. At first glance there was one dead cat halfway up the ramp. When I saw it I felt sad that it was there, and that I didn't recognise it, so wouldn't be able to tell the owner.
When I looked again there were two dogs laying ten feet from each other near the gates with what looked like arrows sticking straight up out of their bodies. I felt sickened knowing how they had died, and even more so as I did know these animals, and that they were both owned by the same family.
From here on out, throughout the whole night, my dreams kept returning to this one for some (evil) reason, and each time there were more and more cats and dogs laying about the ramp, each killed by an arrow, which was still visible. At one point I remember feeling anger at knowing who had done this (though now I have no recollection to whom that was).
The last differentiating detail was the last dog didn't have an arrow, instead, in the place where the arrow should have been, was a bamboo tree without any greenery.
Also, the name Danielle was significant while I was asleep, but I do have an older brother called Daniel, so I'm not putting much thought into that.

As an animal lover, you can imagine how disheartening this dream was. But I still felt the need to be able to recall this dream. Don't ask me why, as I have no idea myself.