Laberge4prez

I was visiting some city and was in maybe a bad part of town when I was mugged if not killed. It was a terrible experience, and some sigs came across me and could tell that I was in really bad shape. I could feel the intense bruising that was all over my face. I think the scariest part was just knowing that there was a human out there that could do that to me, inflict so much pain for self-gain.

Then, in a later dream, my mom had scheduled a very nice birthday party for me which involved a boat. My friends sang me happy birthday, but I was still reflecting on the nightmare I had experienced earlier. The party seemed all wrong, and I just wanted to cry and be alone. I cried my ass off and made everyone feel uncomfortable. I felt like it was meant to be tho. I would start talking about the dream and instantly be overwhelmed with fear and begin sobbing. My mom tried to console me, but it wasn't very helpful. I felt that everyone simply wanted me to get over it, but I couldn't. I crouched under a table and cried away.

I was in some sort of house that was being infiltrated and David from city roots was strategically constructing reinforcements. I attempted to help out but ended up causing more harm than good and apologized. This morphed into this lived experience/movie being watched where I leapt over a wall and encountered some high quality explosive that my "boss" wanted me to collect. I realized through 3rd person perspective his motives in asking us to gather them. He had a partner he wanted to betray. He took the huge stack of cash they had amassed and rigged it with these explosives. When his partner handled the money, kablam. I saw this happen while watching a movie with the parents and my mom remarked that this was the best part, the very end, when the partner makes some exclamation in british as he's blown up.