red

Recently I have been having dreams that involve celebrities.  This could either be a sign that in the future I will be heavily involved in celebrity culture or have an A-list life myself – or it could mean the polar opposite – I am destined to be skint and drinking cider on street corners forever.

Two dreams in particular have stayed in my mind – one unfortunately involving Dappy from ndubz and the other was Beyonce who I like much more.

The first dream was quite scary and a bit gruesome, Dappy and I were in a housing estate that was a bit run down and we were trying to find someone that I had to speak to urgently.

I remember I was really upset and Dappy was being how I would expect him to be in real life – arrogant, insensitive and didn’t show any sympathy toward me at all. 

We got to a tower block of flats which were painted red and as we made our way inside we noticed that everything inside was red too.

Red means danger.

The walls were red, furniture red – even down to the cushions and bedspread – I remember seeing a fan that was painted red too.

There was no one in the building at all but we were running about trying to find someone and at that point I could see that Dappy was now worried and he was screaming at me to hurry up.

He told me we were running out of time and I didn’t know what he meant.

My view then changed to being outside the flat, in the corridor but Dappy was still inside.

There was suddenly a massive explosion and Dappy was thrown towards me and his body had been split in half. I watched him try to pull the top half of his body towards me with his hands and he was screaming at me to help him.  

I didn’t try to help.  

I ran out the building and stood outside and watched as several more explosions occurred and the building just fell apart.

A group of about five or six people turned up then – Dappy’s friends – two of which where Tuliza and Fazer from ndubz.

They were shouting at me and asking what I had done and where Dappy was.

After that we were in a rollercoaster carriage – but on the road.

It was taking the three of us through the rest of the neighbour hood – it was obvious more explosions had occurred because there was bits of houses lying everywhere – no people at all – no bodies – no one crying.

There is a bit of a gap here as the next thing I remember is something slicing Tuliza and Fazer in half, lenghthways – some sort of long piece of metal – like a sword but not a sword.

It cut right through their heads and after that I was alone.

I woke up then.

- Annemarie x