Dreams for when I get home & can read my dream dictionary.
Dream one:
A group of us are hanging out at some kind of place.. waiting for something.. I don't know what. I am with one of the guys.. from the dream we're dating. He's a sweet guy... I make him hard and he says he needs to use the restroom (to jerk off is what I assume in a few minutes). I blink in surprise b/c I didn't intend to make him hard.. and I look over & there's this semi-overweight man laying down chilling.. he's seen what has happened & makes repeated references that things that are poisoned swell up. I raise my eyebrow at this reference but don't say anything.. namely b/c he won't shut up.
A few mins later some Hispanics come into the room with guns.. and apparently we're in some kind of isolated complex. It's a game of sorts.. that's how I interpret it. We try to escape and on the first run out.. my boy (Let's call him Bob)and I separate.. this girl & I choose this door.. when we come out there are several men there waiting.. they laugh at us for choosing such an obvious mistake.. and gun spray is heard.. I don't get hit.. I drop to the ground near the genuine body of the other girl. I'm lying in grass/dirt. I fell on my back (a mistake) with my legs splayed and I try to control my breathing. I hear the chaos around me..people dying.. screams, etc. I hear some of the hispanics walking near me & I tense up & stop breathing.. I know if they look at me closely they'll see I'm really alive b/c of this reflex I can't control. This happens abt 5 times before I hear one of them celebrating their apparent victory & decides to "make sure they're all fuckin dead".. and I know he's coming over to me.. and I think.. "Ok wake up.. wake up wake up wake up".. but I couldn't get out of the dream.. and his bullets hit me right between my legs.. up my ass crack & exactly up my spine halfway. I manage to wake up after that b/c I start panicking.
A group of us are hanging out at some kind of place.. waiting for something.. I don't know what. I am with one of the guys.. from the dream we're dating. He's a sweet guy... I make him hard and he says he needs to use the restroom (to jerk off is what I assume in a few minutes). I blink in surprise b/c I didn't intend to make him hard.. and I look over & there's this semi-overweight man laying down chilling.. he's seen what has happened & makes repeated references that things that are poisoned swell up. I raise my eyebrow at this reference but don't say anything.. namely b/c he won't shut up.
A few mins later some Hispanics come into the room with guns.. and apparently we're in some kind of isolated complex. It's a game of sorts.. that's how I interpret it. We try to escape and on the first run out.. my boy (Let's call him Bob)and I separate.. this girl & I choose this door.. when we come out there are several men there waiting.. they laugh at us for choosing such an obvious mistake.. and gun spray is heard.. I don't get hit.. I drop to the ground near the genuine body of the other girl. I'm lying in grass/dirt. I fell on my back (a mistake) with my legs splayed and I try to control my breathing. I hear the chaos around me..people dying.. screams, etc. I hear some of the hispanics walking near me & I tense up & stop breathing.. I know if they look at me closely they'll see I'm really alive b/c of this reflex I can't control. This happens abt 5 times before I hear one of them celebrating their apparent victory & decides to "make sure they're all fuckin dead".. and I know he's coming over to me.. and I think.. "Ok wake up.. wake up wake up wake up".. but I couldn't get out of the dream.. and his bullets hit me right between my legs.. up my ass crack & exactly up my spine halfway. I manage to wake up after that b/c I start panicking.