Pelidc

2 dreams this time.

1. Playing intramural volleyball at NCU. Didn't really want to, but for whatever reason it was the way out of the situation. Fit in with usual feelings of not
being where I belong. Really small court in a corner of a massive recreational center. Court was so small I got down on my knees and was able to play in my space.
Each side had about 9 people in it, so we were tight. Other player who was actually a friend screwed up and missed a ball and I was mean and said 'Oh, come on!" for which I felt bad.

2. Dark umber/brown land, orange/brown sky. Everything is a burnt coloration in a desert. There is a town in the distance along a road, and a house on the road outside of town. Several rough cowboyish characters are attacking me, I defend against them and they run away. Another ruffian comes up, not attacking me. He attacks them and chases them off. He's got a big bowie knife and a rough face. As we walk through this house there's blood everywhere; smeared on the walls, floors, etc. He tells each story of each bloodsmear. "This one was from when they cut off Jim's head", etc. We walk back outside and a lady is walking by. She hears the stories and sees some of the blood. "These bloodstains are so horrible!" she says. "I hope no one has to paint any more of them," the rough guy says.