Dream – 9/22/09

I was doing some kind of video with my roommate John, and the video turned out to be really bad. I’m not sure if he saw it, but I let him know it was bad. Then my cousins were staying in my house; first it seemed to be some other kind of place, but then the upstairs was like my house. My cousin asked if she should watch the video (not sure if it was me and John’s or another my cousin and I made), but I said no cause it was bad, plus I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, and she agreed and we went to sleep.

Then I was outside of a bank with a lot of people. This guy named J. Mac came up, and he was talking shit to my one friend. Then I said something to him, and he started talking it to me, and then he started poking me real hard. So we got in a fight, but this was one of those dreams where I have no power, and he kept slamming my head on the ground and I didn’t really get to land any hits. The other guy had suggested I not fight him because Mac had gotten in a fight with a much bigger guy, and he showed me a picture and it was some unusually large man. So I went into the bank we were next to, past a security guard who was inside, then I went in to a small room and asked if there were any cops here. They said yes, and I went back to where the security guard was (who I probably should have approached first) and suddenly there were two detective-like people, and I said that a guy outside had just attacked me. The right side of my jaw felt heavily dislocated and painful, and it was sort of hard for me to speak. I tried to point him out but we were actually very high up and he was out of view. Then he walked in to view and he wasn’t doing anything wrong; all the people started playing Frisbee. One of the cops was like, “They are just doing 70s stuff,” and I’m like, “Alright,” and he had me fill out this form. I started to fill it out…

Note: But then the dream ended. I think there was a third segment but I don’t remember it. In fact it is coming back to me a little, but not enough to write about.