Turquoise Dreams

Saturday 8/10/13

last night bed 2am -7am (breaking bad marathon)

DR 3:58 am
Some kind of mayhem going on. Two cops were shot. I need something for protection so I grab a pistol from fallen cop. I also grab his holster with extra magazine, and same from another cop. His holster was small, light beige. Just like the one Walter was trying on in Braking Bad today.

In a room with people, we escaped here from the gunmen who shot the cops. I have a handheld device with screen, that shows gunmans presence. He is getting closer.

DR 7am
I have a small, plastic critter-keeper box with dozens of newborn snakes. I see them clearly. They are a size of a small earth worm, greyish, with black zog-zag line on the side. The crate has sand and some plants in it. Some of the snakes are out of the box. I'm laying down and I'm worried that some of them may get in my clothes.

i know I can't keep them alive to get bigger, so I think of a way to kill them. I hate the idea of having snakes and even more the idea of having to kill them. I grab scissors and start cutting them.

I woke ip after this and wanted to go back to sleep, but the images were still so vivid in my mind and I was so uncomfortable, that I decided to stay up.

Tried to take a nap around 9am, but cats had different ideas.

Fell asleep around 1, woke up abruptly to cats again. Good thing, too.

DR - It a last day of school and I feel incredibly, monumentally sad. Same feeling as I had in WL, when my school in P was over. It took me good 6 month to recover from that IWL. Loved that school so much. Had no idea dreams can replicate feeling to this degree.