What is this dream all about – some of it seems obvious but the rest is a bit of a mystery to me.
It felt like a scene from a movie instead of an entire story:
I was a passenger in a car (can’t see the driver) we were driving over the Old Ford End road Bridge and the bridge was littered with guerilla freedom fighters with a variety of weapons – they were hiding in cracks and crevices and up poles. The guns were very black and very real I could see all the details and they were of various sizes and types. They had bandanas over their faces so I could only see their eyes. As the car approached they came out of their hiding places as if to ambush us – I started to draw a blanket up over my face (although I wasn’t afraid either). But then I realised that that wasn’t a good idea as they needed to see my who I was and realise I was no threat and that I belonged in that place.
Then it cuts to me, Z, K and one other walking by the train station saying we need to go back to Queens Park but we need a car as we can’t walk over the bridge. I see my next door neighbour and ask him if we can go in his taxi. We ask him why all this conflict is happening and he began to cry and was really upset by conflict between his community – he begins to explain – Z puts her hand on his shoulder.
I am then transported as if into a dream whilst he explains what happened as a narrator – Its dark, he says a man was kicked in the face on the footbridge whilst taking his son out – I saw the man slumped up against the wall with his young son in a car seat next to him. Many people were so upset by what had happened they were gathering on the bridge crying – I saw groups of women sat together on the floor of the footbridge in circles – crying and mourning.
It then cuts back to us being in the car at the Prebend street roundabout – And there were these new signs like it had become a Major city roundabout – And the guy who’s driving keeps driving round the roundabout saying “There must be a sign for Queens Park somewhere”
I also remember being aware that the rest of Bedford knew there was conflict going on in Queens Park but they just avoided the area – it was like a war-torn country and the rest of the town just carried on as normal.
Hmmm one to ponder!!