Of a formal Food Technology observation class of a new school I was supposedly working in. I was observing a class of a teacher who was like Mrs Peuker, for those of you who know my Year 10 Food Technology / Textiles teacher. Only to be exited the stairs in this new city, classmates and I were trying to find our direction as we were all heading in a particular direction. Each of us had our own idea of where we were going. We left merrily from the building, I had my arm around Denise Falconer, a friend from high school and was thinking how I could not have done this so many years ago because of her religious affiliations. We were walking along the road, stopping at a sign post trying to figure out where we were going, when Daniel came running back from the lower hill saying that he was going the wrong way. I then noticed that lots of people from the class were running around in a mad direction, not being able to make up their mind as to where they should go.
The Police were there, they strangely looked like the French Gendarme's, they started assaulting certain young people with blue flat paddles. Strangely, there was a public announcement explaining that in this day and age, the police have the right to apprehend all youths for wagging school. It's at this stage that my right eye could no longer focus, it had a strange mucous film across it that would not clear. Within seconds, there was a blue paddle about to strike down upon my face, but I was then seen by the officer to be an adult thus avoiding the blow. Denise and I decided that we must keep turnign about in order to avoid being mistaken for being kids. Finally, the scene fades as too does the screaming from kids being doubled over being arrested by the police for Truancy.
Finally coming to very familair gate in a wall, we decided to take it "like we did when we were kids" I said to Denise. We thought we were safe, we walked for miles finally finding a clearing and shrubbery to protect ourselves from whatever it was we were hiding ourselves from.
The next scene commenced with a long wire fence, in the dessert, it was panning from above as if shot from a helicopter, a man running, whom I thought was chasing a speeding car for a food drop. It was only after several seconds that what one thought to be the dust of this car through the sands was in fact a blanket that I was wearing, running scared.
Cutting to a new background, that of my grandmother's house, everything seemed in line and working, Nanna wasnt there anymore, however, the house had been kept in a good nic but nobody lived within. It was visited by certain people, however, at this stage they were faceless. Upon returning to the house, I had to open up the gates, I put Randy, the Rav-4 into automatic slow gear and he climbed the ever so steep driveway very slowly, I had enough time to close the gates a the bottom of the drive. They were high security gates, ones that you'd never imagine a house in the eastern suburbs of Balwyn ever needing. Realising that Randy was nearing the top of the drive, I scooted to the top, jumped in just in time from hitting the car that was already parked where Nanna's car used to be. I then revered the car back, from where the bird's of paradise were. As I was parking the car, I noticed that the bottle half of the fence to the property next door was disheveled like those in the movies of war time. Peering through I could notice that the windows had been vandalised and the house looking like a refuge point.
I left the car and noticed in the driveway that the gates I had just closed, were open again and that there was a smoking packet the size of a pallet of cement mix, with the initials CW on the side. As I walked along the fence line, I noticed a white van with 3 people sitting in the front, a fat Asian lady with a really bad perm, a big burly bald bloke and the 3rd person I have no idea. There was a forth person who was throwing this Toxic Waste material out of the van. I went to seize the moment by tackling the open door, only to have them close the door, the only way in was by a security key like those of the CHUBB vans used for the delivery of the bank's payload.
I noticed the window as not as secure as it should have been, so I peeled it out and had contact with the baldy bloke who was trying to explain what was going on ... I woke up.
The Police were there, they strangely looked like the French Gendarme's, they started assaulting certain young people with blue flat paddles. Strangely, there was a public announcement explaining that in this day and age, the police have the right to apprehend all youths for wagging school. It's at this stage that my right eye could no longer focus, it had a strange mucous film across it that would not clear. Within seconds, there was a blue paddle about to strike down upon my face, but I was then seen by the officer to be an adult thus avoiding the blow. Denise and I decided that we must keep turnign about in order to avoid being mistaken for being kids. Finally, the scene fades as too does the screaming from kids being doubled over being arrested by the police for Truancy.
Finally coming to very familair gate in a wall, we decided to take it "like we did when we were kids" I said to Denise. We thought we were safe, we walked for miles finally finding a clearing and shrubbery to protect ourselves from whatever it was we were hiding ourselves from.
The next scene commenced with a long wire fence, in the dessert, it was panning from above as if shot from a helicopter, a man running, whom I thought was chasing a speeding car for a food drop. It was only after several seconds that what one thought to be the dust of this car through the sands was in fact a blanket that I was wearing, running scared.
Cutting to a new background, that of my grandmother's house, everything seemed in line and working, Nanna wasnt there anymore, however, the house had been kept in a good nic but nobody lived within. It was visited by certain people, however, at this stage they were faceless. Upon returning to the house, I had to open up the gates, I put Randy, the Rav-4 into automatic slow gear and he climbed the ever so steep driveway very slowly, I had enough time to close the gates a the bottom of the drive. They were high security gates, ones that you'd never imagine a house in the eastern suburbs of Balwyn ever needing. Realising that Randy was nearing the top of the drive, I scooted to the top, jumped in just in time from hitting the car that was already parked where Nanna's car used to be. I then revered the car back, from where the bird's of paradise were. As I was parking the car, I noticed that the bottle half of the fence to the property next door was disheveled like those in the movies of war time. Peering through I could notice that the windows had been vandalised and the house looking like a refuge point.
I left the car and noticed in the driveway that the gates I had just closed, were open again and that there was a smoking packet the size of a pallet of cement mix, with the initials CW on the side. As I walked along the fence line, I noticed a white van with 3 people sitting in the front, a fat Asian lady with a really bad perm, a big burly bald bloke and the 3rd person I have no idea. There was a forth person who was throwing this Toxic Waste material out of the van. I went to seize the moment by tackling the open door, only to have them close the door, the only way in was by a security key like those of the CHUBB vans used for the delivery of the bank's payload.
I noticed the window as not as secure as it should have been, so I peeled it out and had contact with the baldy bloke who was trying to explain what was going on ... I woke up.
