Thursday, October 16, 2008

Bad-ass Bikers and...........

My whole night was filled with action, A notorious biker gang was chasing after me for my head; all because I'd taken a picture of them forcing their colleague to do a complicated stunt that lead to him answering divine summons. They eventually caught up with me and forced me to do the stunt which was jump over a pit of spikes and do two turns in the air with a racing bike.
I closed my eyes and went for it after the first turn in air, I failed the second and saw my self tumbling down towards the spikes......I woke up with a continuous scream from the pit.

It was all but another one of those dreams, we all have them. I did not expect to dream about bikes and their cruel masters but last evening, there was a very loud rumbling and honking enough to wake up the dead from their slumber, which is rather unusual for my normally quite neighborhood, I ran outside to see what the commotion was all about and wow! there from the beginning to the end of my street were all kind of bikes and some pimped up rides all in some kind of procession. They must have been over 50 bikes I stopped counting after 33 and quickly ran for the camera, no way was I going to allow this pass undocumented. I fear, dread and loath bikers since watching the Sons of Anarchy series on Fx, certainly their bikes are much better & classier than the Ug ones (if you stay around nsyambya-bunga-kansanga-gaba) -The bikers that usually go to Gaba and back weekly..I used to stay near Didi's and they noise they made was unbearable, I could only see a bunch of wannabees and am sure am not the only one who hated this gang and secretly plotted(wished for) their down fall.

Any who, Am not certain if the big, rugged guy with massive beards and ugly tattoos on his arms riding a huge bike that came towards the side walk and swang his arms towards me was after me or just pulling a stunt but he missed me by inches and my camera survived narrowly being shattered all over the sidewalk. I was safe in the house within seconds and watched the rest of the procession properly hidden behind my window curtain. I've heard and even watched from movies that these guys have no respect for the law or people and I was not in mood to experiment that night, if this is truth or myth. the last vehicle had a casket and I pieced up the story they must have been honoring one of their recently deceased comrades hence, disturbing the peace for the whole neighborhood. I later learnt that they always ride around when one of them perishes in a terrible accident and that they may come again some time. Guess this experience lead to my nightmare that night.

After reading carlos, I totally now think that the last thing/event on your mind before heading off to sleep will determine what you'll dream about. Agree?

5 comments:

lulu said...

firsties! yippie! was this a dream or for real?

Cheri said...

Hehehe, pinch yourself.

Emi's said...

lol.....pple it was only a dream the first part/paragraph the rest was the real bits...I'll have a pic for next time

Princess said...

Bikers? Cool!
Haven't seen those..yet. :D

3 said...

oh i hate those dreams!