Wednesday, March 12, 2008

In a daze

A few nights ago I dreamt that I was at work in a staff meeting when we heard that someone got shot. We debated whether the person shot himself or if he was shot by someone. After a couple minutes another person came in the room with a rifle and started shooting us! It turned out to only be a pellet gun. This person thought it would be 'funny' to shoot people because the other guy shot himself...
I vaguely remember there being more but it's gone now.


Last night I dreamt that I was trying to help find a woman and her baby that had been kidnapped. Somehow I knew where the kidnapper had gone. (I've previously had a dream about this particular villain doing a kidnapping and found him in a secret lair.) Not sure how I knew this information, but it strikes me it was because of the previous dream.

I traveled to this small rundown almost rural town just outside of the LA area and went straight to this business that was like some kind of "fun place". It had pinball machines, arcade games, a ball bounce room and a crawl around jungle gym. It was closed so I broke in and started searching.

It didn't take long to find the woman. I helped her get out of the building and I told her I would find her baby. I was shortly there after attacked by the villain's henchmen. They had guns and I had nothing so I punched one and ran around a corner. Soon I found myself jumping over pinball machines and through tunnels trying to get away from them and still find the baby. I heard the villain's voice tell me I'd never find the baby, but he was wrong. I found a stack of pillow by a slide and under them was the baby wrapped in a blanket. I grabbed him and ducked under a pinball machine just in time to not get shot. I looked at the door and saw the villain briefly before he ran out.

I was forced to wait because two of his guards stayed behind for a couple minutes firing their machine guns. By the time they left, the villain had already gotten away, but I returned the baby to the mom.

I looked around and noticed the sun was starting to get low on the horizon and you could see some of the LA smog in the hills. I pointed this out to someone and noted this is why I don't live in southern California. That someone turned out to be a kid I met in Oregon in real life when I was working with a church youth group. (In the was the age I knew him a few years ago; around 12.) I was happy to see him again and he told me to come with him back to his mom's place so we could catch up.

When we got there it was dark and I lost him. For some reason I decided to try the door but it was locked so I went to the back door and it wasn't. It was really dark in his house, but somehow I knew generally where things were so I wouldn't bump into them despite the fact that I had never been there before. I whispered his name to get his attention, but got no response.

Somehow now I was holding a katana, but I didn't have a sheath for it so I balanced it on my shoulder. I was trying to get to a bedroom door when I accidentally stumbled on something and it crashed to the floor. Suddenly a light came on and there was his mom where pajamas and a robe. She was annoyed at being woken up. I looked around and the kid was standing not far from me looking in the fridge, like nothing happened. The mom got annoyed at me until the kid told her who I was. She said something like "fine, but don't make anymore noise" and then went back to her bedroom.

I vaguely remember there was a little more but it's gone now.

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