12-30-2013, 01:38 PM
Dream:
I was driving a car and a familiar woman was with me in the passenger seat. I tried to make a certain turn on a city intersection but failed and had to go around.
I got out and had a pistol in my pocket and held my rifle along arm pointing downwards. I went into a fast food restaurant and through the very crowded lobby. There were many African Americans and it was a very ghetto area I was in. As long as I held the rifle along my arm I was not troubled by the crowd, but if I strayed from my behavior, it would be met with stern looks and unseemly consequences.
I came out of the place and realized I was wearing only socks on my feet. I passed a few more people and threw the rifle into the air and caught its padded leather hilt and people jumped back in terror. I quickly resumed my previous demeanor and the crowds' angry disposition assuaged.
I then came across a very small African boy who was dressing a small fish to eat. I saw how lean and meager his body was and showed much compassion. I talked with him and assured him I meant him no harm. We exchanged a few words and he sent me off on a mission, whether directly or indirectly, I know not.
I started off running socked feet slapping the pavement with each stride and ran towards a church house. A wind came from behind and I heard a song being sung from the church up ahead. I grabbed a newspaper as the wind rushed at me from behind and flew up into the church and hung on the wall by my hands and feet held fast by the wind as was my destiny.
I was driving a car and a familiar woman was with me in the passenger seat. I tried to make a certain turn on a city intersection but failed and had to go around.
I got out and had a pistol in my pocket and held my rifle along arm pointing downwards. I went into a fast food restaurant and through the very crowded lobby. There were many African Americans and it was a very ghetto area I was in. As long as I held the rifle along my arm I was not troubled by the crowd, but if I strayed from my behavior, it would be met with stern looks and unseemly consequences.
I came out of the place and realized I was wearing only socks on my feet. I passed a few more people and threw the rifle into the air and caught its padded leather hilt and people jumped back in terror. I quickly resumed my previous demeanor and the crowds' angry disposition assuaged.
I then came across a very small African boy who was dressing a small fish to eat. I saw how lean and meager his body was and showed much compassion. I talked with him and assured him I meant him no harm. We exchanged a few words and he sent me off on a mission, whether directly or indirectly, I know not.
I started off running socked feet slapping the pavement with each stride and ran towards a church house. A wind came from behind and I heard a song being sung from the church up ahead. I grabbed a newspaper as the wind rushed at me from behind and flew up into the church and hung on the wall by my hands and feet held fast by the wind as was my destiny.