Friend/Enemy Mine

Date of dream: Sunday, April 12, 2009

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I have a group of friends. There is one friend who is not a personal friend, but 'seems' to be a closer friend of a few of the others in the group. I am making a really nice table, with pictures, and articles, and such to be laminated. We throw a Birthday party for this guy. The room is decorated at this local hangout, with a table cloth covering the newly finished table, to be revealed later. After the party is over, the table is still there. He had left it there. I confront him and he says I didn't make it for him. Before I can admit that it started out being for closer family and friends, but when I found out it was his birthday I decided to give to him, he starts trying to destroy it. I fight him off and he retreats to his trailer/home.

He has a few friends over and one over to threaten me, tries to ruin the table some more and some personal objects in my house . My girlfriend (who sleeps through all this) is someone besides my current girlfriend, with no kid. He goes back to his house. He is drinking and doing crystal meth. His friends are doing the same. I know because I follow the friend back, break into his house and start trashing the shit out of it. I go back home to find bullet holes all over the outside of the house. I get my girlfriend, who is still unaware, until she wakes up and sees the bullet holes..I give her the keys to her car and tell her to go to her moms, brothers, friends, anywhere else. She doesn't hesitate, and gets the hell out of there. I start being shot at. I run around a few blocks in the neighborhood, and am trying to dial 911, but all I keep dialing is 711 7117 and numbers with just 7's and 1's in them. It's like my phones 9 is misdialing.

I sneak around to see if I can see what is going on at the crazy guys house/trailer....Him and three of his friends see me and start shooting at me. I can feel a few bb's hit me and I begin to run. They pursue in a car. They are shooting at me, now driving in a car. I pull over to run and two guys get out trying to chase me while shooting at me. I can feel bullets and bb's hittng me in the back at and above my left shoulder blade. I finally quit running, turn and grab one of their guns. I am about to start shooting them, when I see a cop car. I run at the police with the gun pointed away so as not to get shot by the cops. I am yelling to them about the guys shooting at me. I drop the gun, they grab the first two guys. They try to tell the cops that I was the one trying to shoot them, but the cops don't believe them. I see the second guy who still had his gun. He is resisting the police and I can see his face clearly. He looks mad, his eyes lids are black and puffy. It looks like he has been up for days, and losing his mind. I point out that he looks like he is on drugs, and the policeman arresting him agrees and starts accusing him of being wacked out on something. More police are driving to catch the other two.

The Court of Low Self-Esteem

Date of dream: Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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I am going to some court dealio with my friend Gian. The courtroom is more like a two-roomed auditorium. We are waiting in a line to get in. It's some minor kind of hearing but it kind of seems like a graduation ceremony. There are two girls ahead of us in line. Gian is asking them how they and their parents are doing. We get inside and sit down at tables and chairs that remind me of something you'd see in a school cafeteria. One of the girls Gian was talking to gets up and goes to the microphone. She starts singing. She starts off kind of rough but eventually starts singing really well. After she is done she walks by and I tell her she did really good. She makes a comment something to the effect that she was terrible. I tell her she started kind of rough but was good. I turn to Gian and ask him why all the kids these days seem to have such low self-esteem.

The Festival of Death

Date of dream: Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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Dreama and I were packing up a Ryder truck for some sort of move. We were at a storage garage type building. I was getting kind of thirsty so I walked down to a little cafe to get something to drink. To my surprise an old friend from my late job was waiting tables there. We were happy to see each other, hugged, and she got all misty-eyed. We started chatting a bit and the other girls she was waiting on started joining in on our conversation. I looked outside and noticed Dreama looking in. She seemed kind of upset and walked off. I told my friend I'd stop by and see her again sometime and left to go find Dreama.

The town isn't the one we really live in. It was more a small, cozy kind of town. Everything seemed to have changed about it. There was some sort of festival going on. I couldn't get back to where the van was parked as they had closed off the road. Everywhere people were preparing for the festivities. I could hear someone speaking over a loudspeaker. There was music. I kept looking for Dreama. I thought I saw her once. I had the feeling she was actually watching me but not letting me see her.

I am walking down one street when I start getting dizzy. I feel a numbness starting in the right side of my face around the jaw area. I am walking now as if I am drunk as the dizziness continued. It gets so bad that I fall down. I try to get up but keep going prone. The numbness spreads over my entire face. I come to the realization that I am dying. I look around and feebly ask for some help but no one is there to help me. I die.

Additional Comments:

There were many different points during Dreamtime that I was questioning the state I was in...I am sure lucidity and fully conscious journeys can't be far behind...Woo hoo...More meditation, less procrastination, and soon...Astral Nation!