The first thing I remember is dancing with a guy ballroom-style. He was tall and I think someone I was dating. I was leading and we were dancing waltz (and it seemed to fit) but then I realized the song was in 4/4 so I tried dancing the rhumba twice as fast.
There were a bunch of guys there dancing around too, I think Keith from work was there too. At one point we decided we were ice dancing (but not on ice - we were outside at a park plaza or on a wide sidewalk or near a fountain or something like that and it was nighttime). So we were kind of sliding around and trying spinning jumps once in a while.
Then the guy went and got a bunch of mortar boards (graduation hats) that were different colors for different designations: I was getting black because I was going to be a consultant, he was getting blue because he was getting his doctorate (and in the dream that meant he was going on to continue to get his PhD) and red was for master's degrees.
Then things changed over to a bunch of my friends graduating. The guys were gone and everyone seemed to be hispanic female friends of mine, none of which seemed to be people I recognize as friends in real life. Although graduation wasn't that day, we were taking all kinds of pictures of them in their mortar boards. When we were talking about when graduation actually was, we were speaking both English and Spanish.
For one of the photos, the girls getting master's degrees were standing behind a Christmas tree and to all get behind it (since there were 7 or 8) some had to stand on something. I was trying to take pictures, but there were a bunch of other people trying to take pictures with a bunch of cameras, so it was hard to get them all to look at one camera. But then I realized you couldn't see any of them through the tree, anyway. What kind of seemed like their eyes showing through were just the Christmas lights.
Things kind of broke up from there and people started wandering around. There was a big building that was both inside and outside - like a building with walls but no roof - maybe like a plaza in Spain. Some of the girls went into that building and I followed. Inside there were a bunch of shady looking guys walking around. They looked like they were in a gang or something.
In the corner, four of the girls were in what looked like a photo book with a short curtain so you could see their legs. Two were jammed together facing the back, and it appeared two more were sitting on the other two's shoulders. I thought that was funny, so I took a picture of them getting the picture taken in the booth.
I took a couple more photos in the building before wandering out. A guy ran over to me waving wildly telling me to get out of there. He said that a bunch of guys broke into the building, tripped the alarm and police were on their way.
I realized that the building was actually a Diesel store, the girls were in a dressing room and they were probably going to get into trouble for being in there, although they wandered in there by mistake just like I did. I also realized that I got a photo of two of the gang members while taking pictures inside, so I turned on my video function and started to try discretely filming to capture as many of the gang members as possible when they start to leave when the police arrive.
I started going back to the building, which at this point seemed to be bigger, have a roof and have a big black iron fence around it. All these nuns in different outfits started pouring out, in a hurry, some praying, some yelling "Save us! Save us!". There were different groups that had different colored habits. There seemed to be non-nuns with them, too.
One of the regular people was Mary from work and she was sitting down just outside the fence talking about her ordeal of being held against her will. She was talking with Lisa (who was not held inside but had run over) about how they were all praying, and it seemed as though the room was spinning.
I ran over and said to Lisa, "You know Mary too?! How??" She said she did and I joked that it was because she was a whore (meaning the social butterfly kind, not an actual whore).
Then my alarm went off.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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.
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.
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