DoubleHelix

April 5, 2014: I am in a college dorm-like setting, looking for a place to wash up. I enter a bathroom which is pretty crowded with people and sports a wall of multiple sinks and mirrors, all in a line. I go to the crowded sink area and put down a tube of toothpaste behind the faucets and turn on the water. A guy speaking gibberish seems to object, but I gesture in a way that calms him down so I can soap up and scrub my face.

I wander around and the dorm-like scene morphs into more of a glass faced store front-restaurant with tables and chairs. I am deep inside this fairly large place 2/3 the way to the back right corner. Some gangster-like people come in and start shooting the place up. I lay down so that the bullets are blocked by a low concrete block foundation wall (about 2 -3 courses tall), and the bullets that go over the wall miss me completely. They are shooting a machine gun/automatic weapon that sprays bullets, but they do not enter more than a few steps into the restaurant, and they do not seem interested in seeing if or who they killed, so they step back outside. I am fine.

Now the store seems more like a Sleepy’s mattress store and I am laying behind a long impenetrable (by bullets) mattress, not a concrete block wall. As the gangsters prepare to leave the scene, I whisper to a woman who is also cowering nearby that people I refer to in my dream as “my girls” will get them. Lynne (and others?) arrive in an armored Hum-Vee-like vehicle with a gun mounted on the roof and seemingly save the day like an FBI Swat Team. Back in the store, it morphs back into a college-like setting where I decide that I will not take an experimental “psychedelic #2" (or “psychedelic B”?) due to these recent upsetting events.