Dreams about Luka
No matter how much I fantasize about Luka while I’m awake, I cherish the dreams. Dreams seem so real sometimes. I suppose it’s because I’m not consciously controlling them; they just unfold around me. The following are some actual strange dreams I had about Luka the other night:
I’m out for dinner with Luka at a fancy French restaurant I know. It’s on the water with a beautiful view. We have a private table away from the other diners. We’re just getting settled in when security comes over and insists on patting me down, not Luka, just me. I stand against the railing while I get frisked. I glance over at my purse; sticking out the top I can see the handle of an ice pick, a knife and the butt of a small gun. They’re not mine, but I’m not surprised Luka had put them there. Luka sees me glance at my purse and quickly hides his weapons elsewhere, before the security guard even notices. Security finds nothing and we settle back into our seats. I thank Luka for being so swift to catch my quick glance and hide the weapons, but also chastise him for putting them in my purse to begin with. What was he thinking? My purse is small and there’s no way they could fit! We laugh and joke around while we dine. I love seeing him smile and laugh. I can tell he’s on edge though after our close encounter with security, so we decide to go somewhere less public.
Suddenly we are in a tour bus or motor home of some kind. Other fans and supporters are there too; there’s a nice group of 6 or 8 of us. My husband’s even there, but he’s standing off away from the group, observing. Next thing I know we are all horsing around, pillow fighting and wrestling. There’s a guy sitting next to me on a couch and Luka keeps jumping on and over the two of us, almost like leap-frog. It seems like he’s flirting and I’m not even sure if it’s with me or the guy; I can tell my husband is wondering the same thing, but I manage to convince him it had to be the guy who Luka was flirting with.
Then all of a sudden Luka is gone and all we’re left with is a pack of dirty playing cards featuring none other than our beautiful, sexy Luka. I’m not letting any other fans get their hands on this deck of cards, so I quickly grab the cards and hide them after taking a quick glance through deck.
The following dream I even mentioned briefly to my husband. He just shook his head and said “So now you even dream about him?”. I just laughed. He then asked me again if I’m going to write to Luka in jail. I laughed again and gave my usual response of “You’re silly!”, neither confirming nor denying. I wonder what he’d do if I said yes? Anyway, here’s the dream:
My husband and I are watching “I (almost) got away with it”, a show about the capture of fugitives on the run. I’ve been saying to my husband for weeks now that they should make an episode about Luka, and in my dream they had, as that’s what we were watching. I said to my husband “See? I told you they’d make an episode about Luka!” Right off the bat in the program there are details that don’t make sense and I say to my husband “I’m surprised I never read about any of this stuff! I thought I knew everything about Luka!”
Suddenly I’m not watching the show anymore, but I’m actually there with Luka, trying to escape and outrun the authorities.
Instead of a plane ride overseas, partying in Paris, and then getting caught in an internet café in Berlin, in my dream it was much more traditional fugitive escapades. First we were running through a field, a nice meadow with rolling hills. I can hear the helicopter in the distance, I know at any moment they will come up over the hill. It’s a bit scary and I know that he will get caught eventually, but in that moment it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that I’m running through a field holding hands with Luka. We’re even laughing.
Just as the helicopter comes into view, flying very low to the ground, we come upon an armored vehicle. Of course it’s conveniently been abandoned with the keys in it, so Luka jumps in the driver’s seat and I get in the passenger seat. Luka floors it into the forest that’s just ahead. With the protection of the armored truck, the cover of the forest, and Luka’s drive to escape, it feels very safe now. I’m oddly happy for someone who is on the run with a fugitive. We seem to have lost the helicopter in the dense forest; it can no longer be heard overhead, but we know that it will be hard to remain inconspicuous for long in a big armoured truck!
Just then we come across a junk yard. Apparently Luka is also a master mechanic. In no time at all he has chopped and spliced the cab and bed from two different pick-up trucks, and also changed the VIN number and license plates. We drag the unused truck parts into the forest behind a large fence. We then change into some lumberjack outfits we found in a truck, rub dirt on our faces, I tuck my hair up under a hat, and we set off once again.
We drive around feeling like we’ve escaped. Suddenly we’re back in the meadow we started in. We get out of the truck and notice a little stream. As we walk up to the stream, the helicopters return. We look back but the truck is too far to be of any use now. On second glance the stream is actually a river, but it’s our only chance. We jump in and start swimming, but we don’t get far before I feel someone tug on my shirt, and I’m awake, without Luka.