A couple of weeks ago, I took a nap with my iPod on. Milgram's 39 (We Do What We're Told) by Peter Gabriel came on shuffle, and it was playing in the background of my dream aswell.
I was walking down the terrace my school is situated on, and I was about to miss the bus. My bus-stop is on the same road as my school, so I was running for it. There were road works which obstructed my route, so I missed it. My three friends were on the bus, and laughing. I stuck my two fingers up at them jokingly. I looked at the bus along from them, and another of my friends was sitting there in a trance, representing her being hypnotised. She looked pretty ethereal, but I could tell it was her. I started running down this long road that in real life leads to another bus stop, but I turned a corner and there was this landfill site. A man with ginger hair in a ponytail (reminded me a bit of Owen off Grey's Anatomy) had a sword and I knocked into him, and apologised. A clone of himself appeared from nowhere, and they had a duel. All the while, this song was playing and at this point it started saying 'we do what we're told'.
I was freaked out, to say the least.
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- Lucy
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