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Mar. 3rd, 2003 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicLast night I had an extremely disturbing dream. Now, I dream a lot- I must spend much of my asleep time in that dream-conducive state (which would probably explain why I never feel well-rested- any thoughts?)- my dreams tend to be quite vivid, and are usually in color. And while some unfortunately-memorable dreams are true nightmares, a good portion of them tend to be on the intriguing/disturbing side, one way or another. Few are benign. This one reminded me a lot like the mugging dream I had last spring, some of you might have been told about that.
At any rate. Last night I had an extremely disturbing dream.
I dreamed that I working in a coffee shop, somewhere along the lines of a Starbucks or a Caribou. I also had a boyfriend/lover/significant other who worked there. Somehow this person had acquired a gun and decided he needed to get rid of it because he was horrified by the idea of owning a gun. So he takes it outside and throws it out on the sidewalk (ok so my dreams don't follow logic lines). In the process, it goes off and the bullet hits the windshield of a vehicle across the street (a light green Jeep/Explorer type SUV). Nobody is in the car, and no one is hurt, but the sound does attract attention. Hundreds of policemen seem to materialize down the street immediately. The guy is frightened of what just happened, and wants to bolt. So I put my arms around him and try to not get him to run, as that would of course bring the attention directly to him (it seems to be understood that he wants to get away from the heat of the situation and is going to turn himself in later when he's calmer). Terrified, we start kind of moseying down the street, and the police don't notice him. However, apparently the owner of the vehicle does, and he follows us down the street.
This is where the dream gets disturbing:
This other guy has a gun, and is determined to get revenge for his vehicle's damage. He sneaks up on us from behind. He grabs me by the hood of my coat and puts the gun to my forehead. The worst part of this is the fact that through the dream, I can actually FEEL the cold metal pressed against my skin, and the absolute terror that I'm about to die. I struggle, and manage to get away, and the two of us are running down the street, while the guy behind us shoots aimlessly. We end up in a public building of some kind, and go to hide in the bathroom. Somehow in the midst of dream-life, two other people are suddenly involved- two girls, sisters I think, one in her twenties or college age, the other younger, middle school aged. The guy with the gun tracks us all down to the bathroom and corners us into a stall. There is all sorts of screaming and there are lots of gunshots, and people are bleeding. Then, psychotically, the guy with the gun decides to shoot himself in the leg or the shoulder or something else non-fatal, and slides the gun across the floor to one of the other girls, who picks it up. There is blood all over the place, and I remember that I kept trying to count gunshots, wondering when the gun would be empty. The bathroom scene fades out like a movie, and it seems understood that the gunman has been apprehended, everyone is wounded but no one has been killed and things are going to be ok. The last part is where I'm back to work at the coffee shop, and my poor wounded-but-healing SO comes to visit me, and I'm so overwhelmed with relief and love for this poor stupid guy that I am crying and hugging him.
Some of the details are kind of fuzzy, but I could tell you every single instant and every single feeling in every single instant of the actual physical attack. It really shook me up.
The SO character was this bizarre amalgamation of Ben Affleck- who doesn't do a thing for me, frankly- and Seth the Houlihan's Waiter- who is hot but young- which makes things even more screwed up. It seems to be understood that this guy is several years younger than myself. I, for the most part, play myself.
Weird, huh?
At any rate. Last night I had an extremely disturbing dream.
I dreamed that I working in a coffee shop, somewhere along the lines of a Starbucks or a Caribou. I also had a boyfriend/lover/significant other who worked there. Somehow this person had acquired a gun and decided he needed to get rid of it because he was horrified by the idea of owning a gun. So he takes it outside and throws it out on the sidewalk (ok so my dreams don't follow logic lines). In the process, it goes off and the bullet hits the windshield of a vehicle across the street (a light green Jeep/Explorer type SUV). Nobody is in the car, and no one is hurt, but the sound does attract attention. Hundreds of policemen seem to materialize down the street immediately. The guy is frightened of what just happened, and wants to bolt. So I put my arms around him and try to not get him to run, as that would of course bring the attention directly to him (it seems to be understood that he wants to get away from the heat of the situation and is going to turn himself in later when he's calmer). Terrified, we start kind of moseying down the street, and the police don't notice him. However, apparently the owner of the vehicle does, and he follows us down the street.
This is where the dream gets disturbing:
This other guy has a gun, and is determined to get revenge for his vehicle's damage. He sneaks up on us from behind. He grabs me by the hood of my coat and puts the gun to my forehead. The worst part of this is the fact that through the dream, I can actually FEEL the cold metal pressed against my skin, and the absolute terror that I'm about to die. I struggle, and manage to get away, and the two of us are running down the street, while the guy behind us shoots aimlessly. We end up in a public building of some kind, and go to hide in the bathroom. Somehow in the midst of dream-life, two other people are suddenly involved- two girls, sisters I think, one in her twenties or college age, the other younger, middle school aged. The guy with the gun tracks us all down to the bathroom and corners us into a stall. There is all sorts of screaming and there are lots of gunshots, and people are bleeding. Then, psychotically, the guy with the gun decides to shoot himself in the leg or the shoulder or something else non-fatal, and slides the gun across the floor to one of the other girls, who picks it up. There is blood all over the place, and I remember that I kept trying to count gunshots, wondering when the gun would be empty. The bathroom scene fades out like a movie, and it seems understood that the gunman has been apprehended, everyone is wounded but no one has been killed and things are going to be ok. The last part is where I'm back to work at the coffee shop, and my poor wounded-but-healing SO comes to visit me, and I'm so overwhelmed with relief and love for this poor stupid guy that I am crying and hugging him.
Some of the details are kind of fuzzy, but I could tell you every single instant and every single feeling in every single instant of the actual physical attack. It really shook me up.
The SO character was this bizarre amalgamation of Ben Affleck- who doesn't do a thing for me, frankly- and Seth the Houlihan's Waiter- who is hot but young- which makes things even more screwed up. It seems to be understood that this guy is several years younger than myself. I, for the most part, play myself.
Weird, huh?
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