So I ran to the cabinet under the sink and got my gun, which I guess is where I would keep it if I had ever owned one.
I ran down to the "Chumps" house (who I remembered vaguely as being some trouble makers I knew once upon a time). I busted through the door, and saw that they were having a medium sized party. There was a keg and about ten people standing around that failed to notice the sweaty ball of desperate rage that just rifled through their house. I broke through the first door to the left and began shooting a guy in his bed screaming my sister's name. I moved on quickly, to the kitchen where most of the party was hanging out and fired a few shots into the crowd, and scared myself, because of the look of terror on everyone's face. It totally shocked me so I continued on through the house to seek out some answers and for some reason I knew that I could get them in the back room of the house.
I went in the room and it was my best friend laying on a bed asleep with a baby on his shoulder. I freaked out because I had not known that he had had a baby. Quietly I creeped up to him and put a gun to his head, and spoke in a normal tone "Why the fuck did you guys kill my sister?"
By this time, the other people at the party had caught up to me in the room and they had plenty of guns themselves. They were screaming at me, my best friend was staring at me, I was screaming at him, it was complete chaos so I did what most people do in the movies when they have a gun and everyone is screaming. I fired two rounds in the air and everyone shut up. I realized that I only had one bullet left, so in front of a bunch of paranoid, pissed off gun bearing partiers, i said "Fuck, I only have one bullet left...Stupid! Stupid to say that now!"
The other gunners realized their advantage and started to close in on me and I screamed "Why the fuck did you guys kill my sister?" My best friend replied "We didn't kill your sister. It was a joke. Calm down. You're in a lot of trouble."
This was too much for me to handle. I thought for a moment. I was still confused and desperate, so I sprinted for the window and dove out of it unscathed even though the gunners were shooting for me. I flew gracefully into a dive roll and got up quickly. There in front of me was a bike that my sister had gotten for me earlier in my life. So I hopped on and rode as fast as I could. I rode until I was sure that I had made enough turns and gone so fast that they would not be able to find me tonight.
So, naturally I came up on a ghetto basketball pick-up game. I got off my bike, picked up the losers and played the game of my life. As we were finishing up and I was drying the sweat off my body, the gunners from the party caught up with me. They got really close to me and they all had these disgusting smiles on their faces. I asked why they were smiling and they told me that it was the best joke in the world and that I was going away for a long time. I flipped out and tried to hit everyone in my face.
This short blond haired young guy put a gun to my face and instead of resorting to fear, I became overwhelmed with the guilty memory of having shot up their party. I asked politely, the guy in front of me, "Did I kill anyone?"
He answered with a giggle, "Yeah man, you killed my twin brother and you're going away for a long time." His giggle increased. The rest of the guys followed suit and laughed at me. I siezed this moment and smacked the gun out of his hand and ran to my bike.
I got on and started to ride away, the guys remembered and chased after yelling.
It was then that I had the epiphany and spoke out loud to myself. "If you run now, you'll never stop runnin'."
The guys were close enough to hear me say it and buckled at the knees with laughter. I was humiliated and defeated. It took my breath away and then I woke up.
What does that mean guys?
-Anthony
2 comments:
Holy cow!! Dreams can get really crazy.
To see a gun in your dream , symbolizes aggression, anger, and potential danger. You may be dealing with issues of passiveness/aggressiveness and authority/dependence. Alternatively, a gun can represent the penis and male sexual drive. Thus the gun may mean power and impotence.
To dream that you are riding a bicycle signifies the need to balance work and pleasure in your life.
Dreaming of being chased symbolizes a real fear of being pursued by someone or something. It may also have to do with unresolved circumstances, situations, or emotions that you cannot seem to escape from or avoid.
Anyway, seeing that we might be related in some way, I hope that nothing like that ever happens in real life to you!!!!!!!!!!
Also, thank you for the kind words you said about my husband.
The only thing in your assessment that i can really relate to is the impotence part. Everything else is pretty stable in my life.
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