Date: 26-February-2008, 07:52 Subj: Shoot & Run Filter:    Public Tags: dreams

Success in the dreaming world.

Yesterday: I'm following this guy in a car and he throws a gun out onto the road. I don't think that's a good sign and reach for 'my' 9mm (the one my Beloved bought me in waking life which I never actually plan to touch). We stop at the same place and he follows me. I turn and say to him, "You need to leave me alone." He doesn't listen. Second warning: "No. Seriously. You've picked the wrong target. Go away." He doesn't go away. I shoot him. I then run up a flight of stairs and call 911. "Listen. I shot this guy. I didn't kill him. I shot him because he tried to attack me first." Then... I have this thought... Why are you calling 911? This isn't really happening. In my dream I think I thought why are you calling about someone on the internet. I began trying to explain to the operator that it wasn't important.
My Beloved said, "What are you saying?"
Cue me realizing that I'm no longer dreaming and was speaking out loud.

Today: I dreamed that I was in the 1950s. I think I killed someone. I forget how now, but I wouldn't be surprised if I shot him. *laughs* I killed the person as he was trying to crawl for the telephone. I don't remember why. Knowing I'm a black woman that just killed someone in the "fucked up past," I set to running away. I get in this van and we're heading off. My sister and cousin are with me. I don't know who's driving.

While driving we discover we're lost. We figure, who cares, we'll just go to the wrong place. The driver stops to take a dump. Seriously. Because he (or she) asked us to hand him (or her) some toilet paper, which was in the van. While we're waiting my sister decides to turn the van around. She drives it into a ditch (a light inside the van blows) at which point I yell, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

We get into another car. My sister is being a butt about coming along so we leave her.

I end up at this facility which is what I recognize as my college. I see the college president and I'm all like, "I know this place!" I show the driver all the stuff and talk about what it later becomes.

BTW - 1950s seems to be a futuristic 1890s. They had clear water aquariums as tall as modern ones. Pretty!

I'm going over all these history facts I know. I try to get the President to recognize me, but he's all like, "Okay crazy black girl, keep moving." And I'm confused because I remember my University accepted black people before it was even a law to do so. *shrugs*

There's this one point where I see the placing of a green chair that is some historical artifact. Not true in waking life.

I get back to "present time" and tell the people at the university everything I know, especially about the artifact. The Univ. President doesn't remember me, even though I looked striking. *laughs* I even recounted what kind of prize dogs his wife had and all the photos in his office.

End dream.

Dude, in waking life, I don't even know who the Univ. Prez is.

YAY for remembering my cracked out dreams again!!! *dances*

After thought: I think I dreamed about my university because I was staring at the homecoming notification I got in the mail while dancing yesterday. BURNED IN MA BRAIN.

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