Dream Interpretation, Anyone?
Fun and out late last night. Yay.
Creepy dreams when I did finally go to sleep. Whip out your dream interp handbooks, kids, cause I'm lost:
I was spending time at some kind of church's childcare, helping out. It was late, and I took one particular baby and held him because he was one of the few still awake. I took him outside to go see the moon, and we had to walk across the street to see it (big tall building in the way). We stood for about a minute, and then I started to return to the building. At that moment, a black car with two men in it pulled up and stopped, and the man driving (gray hair, older, black jacket) reached out the window. I started screaming, I think I asked God for protection, whirled around so I was between him and the baby, and sure enough, the guy shot at me. He drove off, and I ran screaming back to the building and cops arrived even before I got back inside. I returned the baby to the woman in charge and grabbed a girl who I apparently knew and took her with me to the bathroom, so she could look at my back and tell me if he'd actually hit me or not, even though I could already tell he had - and what a place to have a bullet. Let's say I wouldn't be sitting anytime soon. It's creepy how real it was - I felt the bullet go in, and then I literally poked my finger through the hole it'd left in my pants. Creepy, no?
There's more! There was a part two in my oh-so-weird dream. I was in the same part of town, in the van with my parents, the baby and his British parents. His parents and I took the baby out of the van to play outside for a couple minutes, and we walked maybe 10 feet from the van. Then, a gang of angry gun-wielding drunks showed up and shot in the air, and yelled unkind things at the British parents because they were of "color." We froze, kept the baby hidden, and my Dad drove the van down the street and turned so that hopefully we could run for it and make it into the van. That would have been an open run though, no cover. So we sat and waited and waited and waited until finally they left, and we went home. After I very cruelly yelled mean things at one of the gang members solely to make her feel like an inadequate child and cry.
AND THEN suddenly I was on some kind of investigative, maybe military team. We were under a large mansion owned by some important, powerful man, and my leader was carefully picking up a very strange looking snake - it was dark blue, almost black, with navy markings on its back, about 3 feet long. He sighed and said this was the thing he was afraid we'd find. With a couple of grenades, we wiped out the nest we found, and hoped we could find the few snakes that hadn't been killed. We went "topside" to the mansion, cleaned up and got ready for a reception apparently in our honor. I was ready, and I saw my team out a window, so rather than walking all the way around the house to get out, I simply stepped out of the window onto the ledge and then jumped down to the very thick bushes. I heard hissing, but I walked along the top of the bushes (strong plants, lol) and jumped down and crossed the grass to join them - after feeling two snakes pass my feet. I showed the Fearless Leader where I'd felt them come from, and we killed the last male and female, and then found the baby snakes that had just hatched and systematically killed them as well.
Then we were done and all happy and that's all.
And don't tell me I've watched too many movies or played too many videogames - I haven't done either in well over a week., and I've certainly never watched/played anything with a plotline like that. Halo doesn't involve snakes. I know snakes are supposed to have some kind of significance, and I'm assuming the baby did too - but getting a bullet in my ***?
Someone explain!
Creepy dreams when I did finally go to sleep. Whip out your dream interp handbooks, kids, cause I'm lost:
I was spending time at some kind of church's childcare, helping out. It was late, and I took one particular baby and held him because he was one of the few still awake. I took him outside to go see the moon, and we had to walk across the street to see it (big tall building in the way). We stood for about a minute, and then I started to return to the building. At that moment, a black car with two men in it pulled up and stopped, and the man driving (gray hair, older, black jacket) reached out the window. I started screaming, I think I asked God for protection, whirled around so I was between him and the baby, and sure enough, the guy shot at me. He drove off, and I ran screaming back to the building and cops arrived even before I got back inside. I returned the baby to the woman in charge and grabbed a girl who I apparently knew and took her with me to the bathroom, so she could look at my back and tell me if he'd actually hit me or not, even though I could already tell he had - and what a place to have a bullet. Let's say I wouldn't be sitting anytime soon. It's creepy how real it was - I felt the bullet go in, and then I literally poked my finger through the hole it'd left in my pants. Creepy, no?
There's more! There was a part two in my oh-so-weird dream. I was in the same part of town, in the van with my parents, the baby and his British parents. His parents and I took the baby out of the van to play outside for a couple minutes, and we walked maybe 10 feet from the van. Then, a gang of angry gun-wielding drunks showed up and shot in the air, and yelled unkind things at the British parents because they were of "color." We froze, kept the baby hidden, and my Dad drove the van down the street and turned so that hopefully we could run for it and make it into the van. That would have been an open run though, no cover. So we sat and waited and waited and waited until finally they left, and we went home. After I very cruelly yelled mean things at one of the gang members solely to make her feel like an inadequate child and cry.
AND THEN suddenly I was on some kind of investigative, maybe military team. We were under a large mansion owned by some important, powerful man, and my leader was carefully picking up a very strange looking snake - it was dark blue, almost black, with navy markings on its back, about 3 feet long. He sighed and said this was the thing he was afraid we'd find. With a couple of grenades, we wiped out the nest we found, and hoped we could find the few snakes that hadn't been killed. We went "topside" to the mansion, cleaned up and got ready for a reception apparently in our honor. I was ready, and I saw my team out a window, so rather than walking all the way around the house to get out, I simply stepped out of the window onto the ledge and then jumped down to the very thick bushes. I heard hissing, but I walked along the top of the bushes (strong plants, lol) and jumped down and crossed the grass to join them - after feeling two snakes pass my feet. I showed the Fearless Leader where I'd felt them come from, and we killed the last male and female, and then found the baby snakes that had just hatched and systematically killed them as well.
Then we were done and all happy and that's all.
And don't tell me I've watched too many movies or played too many videogames - I haven't done either in well over a week., and I've certainly never watched/played anything with a plotline like that. Halo doesn't involve snakes. I know snakes are supposed to have some kind of significance, and I'm assuming the baby did too - but getting a bullet in my ***?
Someone explain!