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Dreaming; Night of
July 29, 1983 |
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8:44 |
I dreamt that I was a fugitive and went through all sorts of escape manuevers now forgotten. Finally, I arrived at these people's house and began talking to them, although I did not trust them and stayed on my guard. They seemed very friendly (an old woman and two old men) until a car pulled up and I realized that it was a trap. I ran into the other side of the house and I heard them all talking right outside, and I saw that they were all armed. I picked up one of their two twin kittens, put my hand around his neck and went outside, proclaiming that I had a hostage. I edged around the corner of the building and was almost around when someone realized that the cat that I had was not their favorite and, in fact, no one liked it. I turned and ran around the building, outrunning them all except one of the original old men. He had a shotgun and pointed it at me. I knew I was a goner, but then he pointed it up in the air and shot it off. With a cry of feigned death and thankfulness combined, I leaped over the huge ditch that I had floated down in originally, a river really, but that was now dry instead of full of water, and my new pet and I made our way to safety just as the rest of the people came around the building. |
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