International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Kumara's Dream


Dream 1 - I was being held at gun point and fighting with the man with the gun down a hallway. I knocked him to the floor, and the gun fell to my right. I slid the gun out of his reach...right into the hands of another man. I stood up and he held the gun to my face point blank. I wasn't really lucid but I knew it wasn't exactly real, either, so I just stood there defiantly with the gun in my face, and the whole scene blurred into blackness. Then we are all friends and laughing and walking to a kitchen to get something to eat, and a guy we had stepped over in the hallway during our fight came in, full of remorse. It seemed that he was the guy in our group who was the biggest jerk about demanding respect being kind of a bully and he had just had a realization that he was not as great as he thought he was...I laughed and laughed and said, "everyone knows what a useless piece of trash you are!"..in an affectionate way, haha.

WBTB

Dream 2 - A bunch of blurred images of trying find someone to get laid. I found a woman, and we laid down on a big blanket covered in black toy tanks and other war toys. I asked her, "really? does all of this need to be here?" Edit graphic details.


Dream 3 - I was in a warehouse "at work" with H. "Mind is playing tricks on me" by the Geto boys was playing. I think we were singing it together. I thought I heard him say "nigger" and I asked him if he did, he said no. Repeat twice...the third time I was following him and asking him if that's what he said...I didn't really have any emotional charge, I felt like I was just a little dense and having hard time hearing and not sure what I heard.

Then he ran out a little ways from me, turned and faced me with a shotgun.
So, the way to explain the rest of this dream is difficult but I think a lot of dreamers probably get what I mean when I say, I *sort of* knew I was dreaming and at the same time didn't.

He was holding the shotgun right-handed, and shot me in the left shoulder. I felt a huge emotional charge, and a lot of distress, and at the same time calmly noted that my shoulder had only been slightly grazed.

I went off to seek help...distraught and heaving sobs...I found two people in one office, and I knew one of the women and was trying to get her attention and couldn't speak, my voice was caught in my throat and rasping out. She came out and looked at me, and went back into the office. I left and went looking for help elsewhere.

I found two women sitting at desks, each of them with someone sitting in front of them. I tried to tell them I needed help, and one of them gave me a form to fill out to report workplace violence. I curled up on the floor and continued to heave sobs...bawling and bawling.

I tried to fill out the form, and there were different options for what I wanted...I picked a few but thought, I really need help I'm not sure what my options really are.

I got frustrated with waiting and felt so desperate, I wrote on a two-part from "I NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!!!!" and shoved it in front of one of the women, who looked at me coolly.

I curled up on the floor again, thought I was done crying, and then was wracked by a whole new wave of sobbing.

Finally, one of the women was ready to help me, and she handed me a form like the one I had already filled out. I was annoyed because she had already chosen the options for me and especially annoyed because they were the same ones I had chosen but wasn't sure that was what I wanted, I wanted to talk it over with her.

Segue to - I think I'm in an electronics store with a bunch of radios playing, with friends. I hear the song "Mind is playing tricks on me" playing and we all start singing it, and when I sing the part about "me and Geto Boys was trick-or-treatin'"...I realized and tell everyone...heyyy....that's the song I was just singing with someone in the dream I had earlier...

Then I woke up.



Oh yeah homie, my mind is playing tricks on me.