The One With The Stunt Buddy

I dreamed that I was outside with some people, perhaps at a party or some other gathering.  At one point, there was a mist/miasma in the air that made you somewhat buoyant and I was able to pretty easily do a backflip.  Tricia and Justin from the tricking gym were a bit away practicing kicks and stuff when I yelled over to get their attention to show them, but then the scene changed.

Next, we were on a street and there was a car accident.  It was a strange mix of real life and not --- the car accident was real but also a stunt at the same time.  We were talking about it when suddenly Tricia started screaming because one guy from the car accident started shooting the other driver.  Somehow I knew that the one being shot was the "badder" of the two.  The was on all fours, crawling away, but had a gun at his hip.  The other guy looked like he was shooting him in the rear end.

Next I know there was a second car accident and somehow Tricia was involved.  I don't know if she was driving or a pedestrian but she was lying on her back in the road.  I ran over and said that I knew first aid and asked where she was hurt.  That's when I woke up. 

Background:  Tricia in real life recently performed some stunts where she was both hit by a car and was in car accidents.

Dream Symbols: Guns

I've had several dreams involving guns.

One of the theories out there is that the gun represents a penis or male sexuality. More generally, it can represent fears or anxieties - threats in general.

Weapons in general can represent conflict, anger or resentment in life.  It's interesting all the weapons that have shown up in my dreams are phallic in nature, though:  wooden stakes, guns, knives.  I wonder if women have dreams of different kinds of weapons.

Many of my dreams involve me being shot at, or other people being shot or shot at.  According to my dream books, this can represent fear of being hurt or being threatened.

I don't recall ever having shot a person in my dreams - most often both the shooter and the person being shot / shot at are not me.  I'm not really sure what it means that I'm removed from the action.

[Update:  I polled some people to find out what weapons have shown up in their dreams.  I'll keep adding as I hear more:]

• babies in canons [male dreamer, used against others]
• giant chopsticks [male dreamer, used against others]
• used iPhones [male dreamer, used against dreamer (thrown)]

The One with the Video Store Shooting

I was in a video store with a friend of mine (don’t remember who) and a guy that was older than us and served as some sort of role model normally - like a teacher, older relative, etc. While we were looking at videos - I remember there being a Disney section with no Little Mermaid, and a Bette Midler special section with a boxed set of all her stuff, he got some gloves and had a gun in his pocket.

When we were at the checkout, he took out the gloves, put them on the wrong hands and held the gun in his left hand (he was right handed) and pointed it at a guy in line’s head. But then another guy doing the same sort of thing did the same and shot the guy.

Well all ran outside the store and the guy that actually did the shooting ran to a bag on the ground in the parking lot, with another guy lying in the lot, and put on a wig and the two men pretended that they were sun bathing in the parking lot, but they were dressed like women.

The police came and ignored them... it seems the plan was that both men would do the same thing but they didn’t know who had the actual live round in their gun or something. Then my dream transitioned into another one somehow....

The One with the Big Mob Shooting

I first remember being in a building in the center of the Westfield State College campus with Angelo - perhaps in the dining commons. Angelo worked at the college or was going to school there now and we were talking about it. He was saying that the campus was so big that he didn't know where anything was. I was saying that no, the campus is very small. He mentioned the student center (I think he had yet to see it) and I responded, "It's right there! I can see it from here!"

I decided to take him and some other student (I didn't recognize him) around, and said that it would be nice to see Stanley Park. Even though Angelo said he had been there before, we decided to head in that direction anyway. I think at one point we were in a car, but at another point the three of us were flying above Western avenue. There were a bunch of cops in the street like there would be for a big event, but then we noticed there were a whole bunch of guys dressed like old-style mobsters with small machine guns in the street, just kind of in a neat line going down the length of the street.

The other student and I were wondering what they were doing and were concerned, but Angelo was acting like a kid, making gestures and kind of yelling at the mobsters like it was all a game or a joke. We were flying down the length of the street for a bit when I heard something like, "Ok guys get ready." I yelled, "Let's get the hell out of here!" and somehow directed Angelo down a side street.

We started flying down the side street and kind of crashing into branches and stuff and ended up having to run. I remember pushing off tree branches with my legs to fly faster. At one point, I heard someone yelling, "OK, pull the rope!! Pull the rope!!" Although we couldn't see or hear directly, we knew that they had starting shooting and something else was going on, too. I never actually saw anyone in the dream get shot, though.

We ended up going into a big house (like a three family house) where two Asian boys lived (Tony and Jaycen?) and told them something was going on and we all ran up to the attic to hide. Someone from our group said to be quiet, but it seemed like the shooters were coming into houses, like they were just trying to kill everyone.

At this point, I think I woke up briefly and my heart was pounding. I fell back to sleep and all of a sudden the shooting was over but I was in the same dream, but someone I was now disguised as a small black cat. I remember running around the town trying to figure out a place go to. I ended up in some small apartment at the top floor of another multiple family house, turning on the TV briefly, but then leaving again for some reason. I remember seeing car lights (at this point it was dark) and crouching down and seeing cars drive by but then when I looked closer, they were like mechanically driven with statues in the car, almost so it would seem like the town was still populated. Some of the "people" in the cars, buses and such looked like the guys from the Blue Man Group.

A bunch of young people walked buy, and one girl made those kissing sounds when she saw me because she wanted to pet me. When she approached, I just ran away.

Now at this point in the dream, I started to find out more about what happened. I remember being in a hotel-like building and hearing the "Pull the rope!" line again. It seems l thought it was going to be like Ghost Ship and people would be somehow cut in half by the rope, but instead the rope was catching people in multiple, big nets. I don't know what was going to happen to the people in the nets. But they were shooting, too, and some people were trying to stop the nets. At one point, my friend Lissa ran by pulling a rope, and she was being heroic trying to save people.

The One with the Hostage Situation(s)

The first part of the dream that I remember was that I was having dinner with some people, or at least we were in a place where people were having dinner. A group of hit-men came and threw these long grenade-type missiles at a table that blew up. I remember them being white and spinning around in the air.

These men were either assassins or mobsters that did jobs, and it seemed that I was often in the general area...

As I was running away from the scene, it became clear that somehow, unwittingly, I knew at least one of the hit-men. Someone was either asking me how I knew him or commented on how I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Next, I remember being in a bookstore, near the entrance, perhaps in a mall. It was like Borders or Barnes and Noble. The hit-men had followed me or something, but they weren’t chasing me specifically. At this point they all had guns and we all were lying on the floor. I think they were dressed in all black like SWAT guys or something.

A man near me was gathering little pieces of paper and was going to write something on it (on my dictation machine I used to record some dreams I said it said, “I can see it, can you?”) and he was going to try to do something to stop them. Like maybe a gun was going to fall and he was going to grab it. The guy needed a pen, and was going to actually try to get one from one of the gunmen, but I ended up giving him the pen.

But then this younger woman was trying to get money out of the ATM. I think she was one of the assassins’ targets. They knew that she was going to try the ATM, the card wouldn’t work and that’s how they were going to find her and confirm she was the one. She also needed a pen to sign a check that I think she was going to deposit.

All this time, we’re lying on the floor and the other guy with the paper and I were between two tables that books were on, or between two bookshelves, because it felt like a small place but relatively safe. They told her to come with them because her ATM wasn’t working, and I said, “You know, they’re going to shoot that poor woman, but don’t worry about it because we’re going to get through it.”

They started loading us onto the bus/train and I said, “Don’t look, they’re going to do it.” As we were driving away, they shot her by the ATM.

The inside of the train/bus was kind of like school bus - with seats that sat two, maybe three adults, and there was a longer, bench-type seat in the back that went all the way across the width. The train/bus changed shape a couple of times in the dream, however. It went from the bus configuration to more of a freight train car with a big ramp later on.

While it was the bus, I was sitting with an older woman as we were hostages, and I told her to move toward the front, because I had a bad feeling about our situation. It felt like I had the dream before, so I knew a little bit about what was going to happen.

A guy got onto the bus with a dog that was handicapped - it looked like it was missing a foot and was in general bad shape, and the guy looked like he might be homeless or something. But I knew in the dream that they were both faking it (including the dog who was trained to feign injuries) - they just wanted to get on the bus. I think the man was secretly a policeman or SWAT person or something.

As the guy moved to the back (at this point it transitioned to more of a freight train car type of deal with the big ramp... going up to a second level for storage or something), I followed them to the back and got like a greek salad. The salad dressing was like urine mixed with something. One of the hostage takers was like, “What is that?” I replied that it was some sort of ethnic food. But it turned out to just be Greek salad and I offered to give it to him, and he took it and put the dressing on the salad.

Then all of a sudden the train had stopped suddenly because we hit something and I was running forward toward the open front of the train car (the whole front was open). I would have been sliding or flying forward because of the sudden stop, but I was definitely running. I went flying out the front of the car onto the ground.

Something then slammed into the back of the train and the whole thing caught on fire. People started running out, including the hostage-takers. I ran in to try to save some people that were still in there - the old woman from before and another older black woman that reminded me of the older black woman in Speed.

But the old woman that I was talking to before decided to stay in there with her little dog - a little white dog - I think it was a poodle. I think she said something like she had lived long enough. I think the other woman was going to stay with her.

In the dream, I knew ahead of time that the train was going to get hit from behind but that I was going to be ejected just before that happened and that I wasn’t going to be injured. I also knew ahead of time that the woman was going to want to stay in the train.

The One with the Mugging and the Dead Vice Principal

In this dream, I was someone else... like I was watching it in the first person. I was at the mall in my father's car. I was in college student and I was waiting to pick up my father who was at the mall doing something. Some kid either opened my door or came to my window and robbed me. He held a knife to my throat and wanted to take all of my money. I gave it to him (which wasn't a lot) and my father came and ended up giving him all of his money as well and the kid left. A guy from work was in the dream at some point; I think he was a police officer. I think we filed a report with him, or something.

I ended up finding out who the kid was that robbed me somehow. I had to go around a neighborhood trying to find where his house was. Once I found him, I ended up being nice to him and we ended up being friends. We had a class together in school.

The classes took place in classrooms that were in storefronts in the mall, kind of interspersed among the other, regular stores in the mall. So this kid, I can't remember his name exactly but I thought it was three letters but I want to say it was Alex, became kind of someone I was trying to take under my wing and turn him around.

At one point we were in a hallway (at this point it seemed like a regular high school and not a mall) and there were a bunch of people outside gathering around an event that was happening. It turns out Alex had strangled one of the vice principals of the school (Mr. XXXXXX, it seems, from my high school in real life). We looked outside and we saw the VP lying in the road covered in a blanket or tarp. There was a girl near us - I think she was taking nursing or something - saying she tried to help him in his last moments.

We all went back to class, including Alex, and were sitting in a classroom, but on the floor on the perimeter of the room (this is how we always sat, it seems). Alex came in last. He sat in the middle of the classroom because he knew no one would want to sit next to him, but then he asked if he could next to me and I said he could. Everyone was staring at him. There was one guy that was getting all up in arms against him and I stood up to defend him. I was going to tell the story about how he robbed me and how he had made so much progress.

There was a girl named Temika in the classroom that we knew and her sister opened the door to the class and pointed a gun at me and fired. But Temika had put a blank in the gun, almost knowing that she was going to do that. I followed her out into the hallway and tackled or tripped her and ended up bashing her head into the wall until she was unconscious.

I came back into the classroom and started telling people that Alex was one of the most misunderstood people I had ever met. People thought he was stupid, and he's not. People didn't know that he had a hard life. Then I started telling the story about how we had met and how he had robbed me and that I had gotten to know him and we became friends even after that. Temika was going to defend him too.

It was a very long dream and there were a lot of other details I can't remember.

The One When Charissa Tried to Kill Me

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.