I had a dream during a nap that this woman (she looked like Charissa from work) was trying to kill me – shoot me with a gun. I ended up killing her after she got the police (who had come to arrest her) to put the right handcuffs on her that allowed her to shoot me. The cuffs had the right letter or writing or something on them that matched up with either my middle name or my middle initial. They had to match before she could shoot me.
Somehow I managed to hide and miss getting shot and somehow got the gun and shot her. I shot at her once, I think it either hit her in the head or missed her or hit her in the head AND didn’t really hit her, and then I got her once in the face hear her nose and a policewoman was like ‘oh [ew] look at the hole.’
I ran upstairs to where my mom was (somehow I get the impression that she was sick and had to stay in bed but don’t remember anything specific about it). I looked over the balcony (I think we were in a hotel with this weird play-type of equipment and I recall seeing photos of her and a friend playing on this water equipment – it was like air filled plastic balloon like play set type of things similar to McDonald’s equipment) and saw them putting her in a body bag. I was so unsure if she was really dead.
Then I had to get ready to go to some function – Veronica’s baby shower I think. I was going to call Jeff to see what he got her because I didn’t have time to shop for a present like I was planning on. (Lisa’s baby shower is coming up in real life). I woke up discombobulated - it was a really long nap – I went to take a 20-minute nap at like 5:30 when I got home and woke up at 8:08 (my alarm said 8:15). I thought it was the morning but was confused because it was dark out so I thought it was just before my alarm usually goes off. Since I thought I was late, I was going to call in sick to work, but then realized it was night and still Thursday.
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