Recent DJ Posts

Really harrowing dream. My dad was doing something, maybe something violent, and he was a threat to my other (forgotten and likely fictional) loved ones in the room/house. I pointed my Glock at him, hoping he'd stop. He didn't. He came straight at me. I pulled the trigger, and as usual that was almost impossible to do. It did go off, sort of, hitting him. It didn't seem to do much. I ran away and grabbed my shotgun from the locker. The fight continued, and I think I got a couple of good hits in. The whole thing was adrenalin-fueled survival, I didn't really *want* to do any of this. Dad ran outside. I ran after him. It was night, dark and rainy. I lost track of dad. Finally, I calmed down and emotion overwhelmed me. I was crushed by regret. I'd shot my own father. I literally broke down into tears, crying "papa, papa". Then I woke up. What a great night that was.

Almost missed recalling this one. I was in a school, me and my brother began wrestling around and next thing we knew, we were in a wooden box of some kind. I kicked out the side of the box and we both were now in a sunny field with a small house behind us. I then realized how strange it was that we were just in a school, and now nowhere near a school anymore and I told my brother we were in a dream. I kept calm and did not lose the dream to "darkness", however I lost my lucidity fairly quickly. I am still happy I had one since my recent long steak of none. I am a little out of practice. There were other dreams as well like me going around a school as a "guard" with a glock 19.