dreams for 10/7/10

10/7/2010
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Dream:
So I almost get killed in this one.  I’m driving down the street when I see people playing football or just mainly tossing the ball around.  I guess it was a game where one person throws it and if the other person can catch it but doesn’t then the person who threw it is out.  I parked my car in the garage and asked if I could play but no one said anything to me so I got in my car to leave and this guy came up to me with a knife and tried to get in.  When he couldn’t, he tried shutting the door so I would be stuck.  My passenger side window was open so I said out loud that I had RSVPed to a party and my mother would be looking for me.  Throughout the whole thing I could hear my mom and I saw her at the place where I was, grilling those people about me.  So by some miracle he let me go.  I was driving down the street and I felt like I had to talk to someone because otherwise I wouldn’t really be alive.  So I called my friend Matt just to hear his voice.  At the same time Barry, another friend who I haven’t heard from in forever, starts texting me.  When I got home I was standing on the corner of Burns drive (that street I showed you where my old friends used to live, also Barry’s last name) with my parents.  It was a beautiful sunny day.  I was carrying a bag, sleeping bag, and a caboodle case.  I didn’t really know why we were standing there until we started walking.  We were going to Nicole’s mom’s new house.  Nicole is a friend from my childhood who I haven’t seen for a long time.  Her mom hasn’t seen me since 6th grade.  We walked up to the the house and the front door was open but the screen door was locked.  She opened it for us and we walked into the foyer.  She had two chocolate labs who sniffed us and she told me to sit on the couch.  That is all I remember before I woke up.


My Interpretation:
I have no idea what this means but it scared the shit out of me.  When I was stuck in the garage, I sort of floated out of the garage and I saw my mom, kind of like in one of those movies where there’s a closeup of one person’s face when they’re looking for someone or uncovering a mystery.  Then I saw her walk up to those people and demand to know where he daughter was.  That is how my mom would be in real life, too, if someone kidnapped me.  After I’m at home, I’m confronted by people I haven’t heard from in quite some time (texting with someone I haven’t heard from in months, seeing a childhood friend, being on a street where I share a chunk of my past, being home and safe).  Maybe being kidnapped in the garage represents how I felt in Florida.