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Showing posts with label criminal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label criminal. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Mad Man

Dream 12.26.2017



I'm walking through a parking garage heading for work. I step into an elevator and press the button with a 2 on it. Before the elevator doors close, a man enters the space. On the ride up, the man pulls out a gun. "Wow," I say, "that's cool." I try to be kind to the stranger in case he is a mad man. He tells me that he is going to confront his girlfriend. I think he is going to kill her. He is a mad man.

The stranger likes me for some reason, maybe it's because I was kind to him. He asks me to accompany him on his confrontation. I do, only because I am afraid of what he will do to me if I say no. I have a feeling that I will be late for work.

We make it to the top floor of the parking garage. We walk around the circular garage looking for his girlfriend. I am licensed to carry and I always keep a holstered 9mm on my hip loaded with hollow point rounds. I feel for the gun but it isn't there. Instantly, I know that I left it back at the elevator with my wheelchair. At one point, I tell the stranger that I need to get to work before I am late. He understands. I exit the situation. I head back to the elevator to get my gun.

I make it to the level below where the stranger walks. I notice several young guys who seem to have something on their mind, rushing toward the stranger. I walk by a few security guards sitting, talking at a table. Suddenly, I see the young guys chasing the stranger around the cars in the garage. The stranger makes it to me and hands me what looks like a Bursa Thunder .380 pistol. A gun that you could literally fit in your pocket. The stranger wants me to fight with him against the young guys chasing him.

I turn on the mad man. I aim my small pistol at his face and shoot. Although I hit him, he doesn't seem hurt. I shoot several more times at his face until he falls to the ground. He is then arrested and I am hailed as a hero. I walk to the elevator where I find my wheelchair and my gun. I fasten the holster to my belt and secure my pistol into it. A man stands nearby just staring in horror as if I am a dangerous criminal. I brush him off.

I finally make it to the elevator that takes me to my workplace. I am very late. I ring the buzzer. A voice comes on and starts yelling at me for my irresponsibility. I ask the voice to call down to the security department and ask them why I am late ( I'm hoping security tells them about the situation with the mad man). Since my boss is not letting me into work, I go for a walk.

While strolling down a sidewalk, I look up at a very tall tower. I can see large birds perched at the top. I wonder if there is such a job where people sit atop a tower and release birds to perch. And then, at the end of the day, bring the birds back inside to rest. That's a job I can do. Dream ends.

I wake up

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Runaway

Dream 11.22.17


My friend Tim and me are at a store. I think it's Menards or Lowes. We exit from the back of the building and jump the fence. Passed the fence is a grassy hill. As I walk up the hill, I rip grass out of the ground. Someone from the store sees me and becomes angry. Many people are after me, including Tim's dad. I run and escape their sight.

I board a train along with one or both of my sisters. The train is the top bleachers of Liberty Christian School (The Washington building). I stand there and talk to my sisters and Tim. My crime wasn't horrible. I think if I stay away for a while, the authorities will forget about me and I will be free again. Dream ends.

I wake up

Friday, September 1, 2017

Spy Game

Dream 9/1/2017



My family and me are at a lake. Many families are here. Surrounding the lake are mountains and forests. In the forest are cabins for rent. My family swims in the lake. At one end is a blob. Many teenagers are having fun on the blob. I am afraid to try it because of an accident that happened to me years ago involving one where my back was injured. My brother-in-law tries it out. He has fun.

Up the mountain a bit, we can see many buildings. A person that I am with has suspicions about the people living in those buildings. We spy on them and find them heavily involved in illegal activity. My brother-in-law and I use a device where we can stand far away but hear the intimate conversations between the criminals. The only flaw to this device is that it shines a bright light. After using it several times, the criminals catch on to our scheme. My brother-in-law stops pursuing the criminals. I keep the pursuit going.

I walk around the nearby forests and mountains. There are many pretty views in the area. I find another lake with a bridge across it. I decide to return to my cabin. I walk down the trail and pass an older gentleman on the way. He seems like a nice fellow. When I reach the cabin door, the old man and two younger men are right there behind me. They grab me and have a sinister conversation. They tell me to stop spying on them. The older man hints that they did something to my mom.

When they leave, I try to get into the cabin but all the doors seem to be locked. I go around back and find an unlocked door to the bathroom. I get inside. On every bed, there seems to be a person lying motionless under the blanket. When I pull the blankets from the bed, it is only pillows, until I get to my moms room. I pull the blankets from my moms bed and there she lies dead. Her head is inside a large, glass jar with liquid inside. The liquid is some sort of chemical concoction. I tell my mom to breathe. She wakes up from her death. She starts gasping for air. Her breath returns to her. Dream ends.

I wake up

Friday, February 27, 2015

The Games

Dream 2/27/2015





Down a secret path, in a secret patch of woods, is a secret soccer field.

The barbecue is going. Friends and family from all over have come to have a fun-filled day of soccer and food. We play for hours. My team is called the 'ghosts.' We rub white powder onto our skin to make us look pale.

My mom wants to leave. Since she drove me, she wants to take me home to get my Jeep so that I can drive back or else someone will have to give me a ride home. I go with her.

I jump into my Jeep and head back toward the games. However, I forget how to get there. I start driving down secret paths in random woods. I get lost.

I take a path through a patch of woods and when I get into the open, I see people playing football. But it's not my family. There are sports fields everywhere, on my right and my left. I keep driving. I see tall fences with barbed wire on either side of me. I've somehow found my way into prison. I get out of my Jeep and start walking toward the front of the jail.

Today, in the prison, they are having sports day. All of the detainees are playing various sports and their families are sitting in the stands watching. I walk by a big, black guy and a small white, guy play a form of racket ball without the rackets. I listen in on their conversation.

The black guy says to the white guy, "you're the gay guy, right?"
The white guy responds, "yea."
"When do you get out?"
"Monday."
"Good," the black guy responds.
They continue playing their game.

I keep walking. Looking around me, I find that I am surrounded by criminals. Some of them are getting into fights. I get scared. I start running. A guard sees me running and thinks I am a criminal trying to escape. He chases me and tackles me to the ground. He sees that I am wearing regular clothes and jumps off of me. He picks me up and takes me to the warden.

The warden, a girl,  looks an awful lot like a nurse at my Dialysis clinic. She asks how I got into the prison. I tell her my story. It's all just a misunderstanding. My mom shows up to pick me up. The warden must have called her. Dream ends.

I wake up.