Dream – 1/4/10 | Divine Philosophies

Dream – 1/4/10

I was in a school, and I was choosing my classes. I had to be somewhere at a certain time, but I overslept or something and was late. There was an event where I tried to acquire some kind of breakfast, I believe it ended with a bagel. When I got to the class, I had gotten in time, and we went to the place where we were going. It was some kind of field trip. There was a lot of stuff to this part, but I don’t remember much.

There was also a part when I was in a large area and was trying to find a place that was safe and far away from the cops.

Then I was with a girl that I liked, and we were talking. Then a lot of people were in this large estate, and we were eating in a room. Three people were dancing on the dance floor; one lone person, the girl, and this other random girl who was next to her. I got up to and started dancing with the girl, and then I looked at this guy and we started arguing about who was more successful. We got into a fight that was pretty interesting, and everybody was watching. Then a screen came up that I was looking at, and the guy was going through each of the things he did to make money, and was explaining how he did it. The list also said how much he got and how much he spent on each venture (some of the numbers were really high, like in the thousands, and others were low, like 20s and 40s). At the end of it, I said he (by the way, this guy was my friend Jeff from college, by appearance, not character) must make $20,000, and he said he has a lot of expenses, and I said but there is also a lot of profit.

Then me and him were sitting outside on a bench, and three black guys came out of a car and started walking up to the large house. They all had one hand in their pockets, and that sketched me out. Two of the guys went to the door, while one started walking faster towards me and my new friend. He had his hand in his pocket, and I knew that my friend was perceptive and would stop something if it happened, but I was prepared to. Then out of nowhere, I hear a gun shot and a bullet hit my neck. I fall down, knowing I’ve been shot but not that scared since I didn’t feel pain or bleeding, and I heard the guy say, “This is sketch now we should go”.

Note: I woke up right after that last line. I was literally shot out of my dream, which was good because I wanted to wake up early. The last time I got shot, I had to lie in the middle of a street for what seemed like hours, and then being saved was such a production. I’m glad it ended early this time.

Dreams | Light | January 5, 2010 2:37 pm