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New Year 2003 with a bullet in your neck
So it was new years and I was pretty drunk... passed out on the couch, right? I have this dream that it's just barely sun rise and Heather and Dave (my cousin and her boyfriend) are parked in the old gravel parkinglot near the culdisac in the neiborhood I grew up in where my dad lived from when I was born untill I was about thirteen or so... right outside the swing set... and in this car in my dream we had had a really fun new years and I was drunk and having a cigarette. Over comes this crowd of tough-looking teenagers... all ethnic (This was a dream. I'm just putting in the details. I'm not racisist- it's just my dream. We live in the heavily hespanic area in wildwood now, so you hear a lot of people talking very loudly in spanish. It also was probably influenced in part by the fact we just had a Six Feet Under-athon, and there was that episode with the gangs in LA where the kid was shot, but that's just my five o'clock in the morning musings just now because I need to get this out befor going back to sleep) but for some reason, there was this one chinese girl. And there were a couple othe rpeople in the car as well that in the dream where people I had known and partied with. I got into the car as quickly as I could when I saw these people coming over because they looked a bit shady and I wasn't in the frame of mind to deal with them. We're about to pull away befor they close in on the car and the head guy pulls a pistol from his pants and he points it through the window at Heather who's driving. Dave immediatly gets all tough-guy, and for some reason pulls out a gun as well but the rest of the attacking 'gang' all pull out walmart-bought long-barreled shot-gun style beebeeguns with the mini bullets I remember my X-boyfriend used to shoot groundhogs with when I was sixteen... and they were trying to act all 'cool as s**t' as it were but they were doing a terrible job, though I was scared as hell, all of us surrounded by guns. I finally snap and shout out, "What the ******** is this?? You all suck at this!" and one gun goes off, and i remember squeaking with fear but nothing hurts and I don't think I was hit but the asian girl's gun goes off as well and suddenly I can't breath and they go, 'hoshit' sort of thing and the person next to me asks if I'm alright but I can's speak or breath and I think I got a bullet in the throat and it didn't hurt and I couldn't *feel* it, but I know I got a bullet in the throat and I'm bleeding and I'm going to die...
and then I wake up on the couch and it's 5am and I'm still a little drunk.
Even a box of applejuice hasn't really gotten me unshaken. It's a weird sensation to be shot in your dreams. I never get s**t like that.
What the ******** does all this mean?
Happy New Year. I'm going to try to get back to sleep now... maybe put some light music on.
Wow, s**t.
I do have more to talk about- just felt like sharing the dream. I'll write again on a happier note tomorrow when I'm coherent.
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Well, what my mother says about dreams is that usually you dream the exact opposite of what will really happen. whee