exoapollo

Dream Type- Normal

This dream took place in a sort of hybrid location- what appeared to the hinterlands surrounding my home town but containing architecture similar to what you would find in the poorer districts of Rio De Janeiro. I wandered the streets of this location for awhile before spotting a gift shop. Somehow I managed to shoot the owner of the store when he came out to tell me that I couldn't come in. I instantly felt terrible about murdering the man from a mixture of fear of being caught and also the fact that I had committed murder. And some point in the dream I did feel like turning myself in (this guilty feeling followed me throughout the dream from this point). I entered the gift shop and began to look around at it. I remember vividly that it contained multiple shelves holding t shirts. Each wall bar one had a window, at several points I would run to the window and look out, perhaps fearful of approaching police. I began to obsess over a particular pile of t shirts on one of the shelves. The shirts were all pertaining to my home state of Tasmania. None of them grabbed my interest. By this point a large crowd had gathered over the body of the owner, but once I approached them I realized all they wanted was to come in and shop. I allowed a few people in, three girls I believe. One of them had a tape player. She sat in the corner and started to play it some Ryan Adams. I instantly recognized the song and pointed this out to her. We discussed the good points of Ryan Adams music for awhile. I even made a quip about how people confused him for the horrifyingly more incompetent Bryan Adams. At this point I decided to exit the shop, past the growing crowd of people.

I made my way through the slum like areas of the town with the intention of finding a bus and making my way home. Still the guilt of my murder followed me. I progressed upwards through the streets, eventually making my way up to a mountainous pass. I realized at this point that I had gone the wrong way. When I looked out I could see city of the gold coast in the distance, with its distinctive skyline. I turned around and began to run back through the slum areas. At this point I awoke.

Interesting points: The immense feeling of guilt is something that I can still recall now as I write this. Makes me kind of pleased to know I don't enjoy murdering folk. However there was a slight foggy notion of everything being okay as I was in the dream- like somehow I was slowly becoming aware that I hadn't actually commited a murder. At some points I even remember thinking 'It will be alright, you wont get caught, I am certain'. I now believe that this sort of immune feeling to what I had done was a semi-attempt at my brain realizing the falseness of my scenario. I have notice that recently I have become more logical in my dreams, even when not lucid.