in response to my previous thread about a dream where I was running <http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=31002> I still want to know exactly what the question at hand was. My friend saying "Don't you see!" is etched into my brain now, and I have to know what he was trying to say.

Anyways, before I went to bed I said to myself "I want to know what he's talking about" and this is the dream that happened:

I'm at my best childhood friends house, but it's not my friends house, it's my house. When I was younger I used to almost live over there, because it was right up the hill from mine and we were such close friends. Back to the dream, somehow I get news that i'm going to have to have another kidney transplant (I had 1 about 5 years ago this week...it was pretty traumatic to me, i'm 19 now)

Now i'm just screaming and crying saying basically "why why why!" and "no no no this can't be!" because I know that I my kidney may fail at one point, but it's possible for me to live my entire life with it. In the dream it had failed and it was so soon, i'm not ready to go through an experience like that again...I couldn't take it. One image that stands out from my lashing out is that i'm sitting in my computer room (again, it's really my friends) and there is a repair man there working on the computer...no idea that he was there or who he is. The only reason I notice him is that I lash out and yell really loudly while I bang my hands against the desk...i'm so mad that this is happening and theres nothing I can do about it!

It scares the repair man and my mom puts me into my room (which is my friends room). I guess I was going to go see a movie with my friends. The movie was Saw II, a movie that I havn't seen and don't have any desire to see. I was really freightened of gory/scary movies when I was young, and i've kind of avoided them since. Anyways, I call my friend who was the same friend that was chasing me with the gun in the other dream. I tell him that i'm not going to go, but I don't tell him why (the kidney transplant is the reason).

Last thing I remember is sitting in my room wanting to call and tell him the reason, but I don't. This is where I wake up.


on a side note having to do with movies I have an idea about the connection. When I was younger I saw the first 15 minutes of a clockwork orange and it scared the hell out of me. Just 2 nights ago I finally watched it, only to find that it was a good movie. maybe this is relevant.