what dreams may come
2002-06-15, 10:40 a.m.
*warning* uncharacteristically long and violent entry to follow!
i just had a weird, freaky, violent dream.
i was in some type of class, high school by the look of it, and we were outside doing some type of experiment. i was given the task of holding three big rolls of paper towels because apparently we were going to use a lot of them (don't ask me why, i have no idea, i just remember that i wished i had a ladder that i could put them on the rungs of so i wouldn't have to hold them- again, don't ask why).
anyway, i was standing there holding the paper towels (three big rolls, separated, with just my two arms and hands, i don't even remember how i managed it), when a big argument started between a big black basketball player-type and some other people.
then the guy pulled out a gun, spewed a bunch of profanity, and unloaded about three or four shots into some kid. everybody starts screaming, i drop the paper towels completely (i had already stopped trying to prop them up correctly) and run to the big group, not wanting to be a solo target.
everyone is standing around this guy with their hands up, me included, trying to talk to him to get him to put the gun down. i wanted to try to be a hero, but i was too scared of being shot. :P so then a few more of his buddies, more of the big black basketball player-ish guys, start yelling at him to stop, and he starts waving the gun at them. i'm trying to look for an opening to grab the gun from him while he's distracted, but it doesn't come, and i don't even know if i would have been able to do it anyway.
so a couple of the other guys start charging him, and he squeezes off a few shots into one of the guys before being hit and knocked over pretty much on top of me. i grab his gunhand and wrestle the gun away, i don't remember how i did it, maybe one of them had a gun too and they shot him?
anyway, i don't remember the first kid who was shot, but the guy that got shot trying to save everyone was in bad shape, so i went to get the pile of paper towels to help (ahhh, apparently they were useful), and we were putting on his wounds and waiting for the police to arrive when the scene faded out.
new scene fades in, and i'm talking with someone, who apparently was a friend of mine (i didn't actually KNOW anyone, but i guess my character had a place). so i'm talking to him about what happened before, and he starts talking about needing protection. i ask him if he's seriously trying to get me to buy a gun, and he says yeah. so i tell him i don't need a gun, i have three at home (i do? news to me) if i need them. so he makes a cryptic remark and then we walk past this little shed type thing and through a wooden gate.
"here they come, this should be good," he says, and a group of people walk into the scene, across the big field of some type of grass or weeds or something, probably 100 or 200 yards(meters) away.
then he pulls out his gun and takes a few shots at them. "what the fuck are you doing?" i shout at him. he just laughs at me and starts running back to the gate, while the group of people he shot at start pulling out guns and shooting at us. i start running back to the gate and get shot in the belt or something, anyways, whatever i got shot in was shattered and cut me up pretty good, but i didn't get hit by a bullet.
i make it through the gate and my "buddy" shoots right past me and then runs back through the gate and starts climbing the fence to get on top of the shed thing. i stand on my side of the fence and try to time a jump to grab the gun out of his hand when it clears the top of the fence, but i miss and he gets on the roof. i run inside, and he starts shooting down through the roof at me. "it's me in here, man!" i yell at him. "i know, i fuckin put you there!" he yells back at me.
and then i woke up.
strange things are afoot in the world of dreams, i shit you not.