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vivian:
i’m in some building where a party is going on. end up in a room with a buncha little kids. i don’t know these people. lot of knives all over the place, and kids are wielding them. i get stabbed in the leg with a sharp knife and i think that it is on purpose. i start hoarding knives so that i’m the only one who has them. the kid’s mom starts to think i am a little insane but understands, i think. she takes some knives from me — which i am hesitant about — but allows me to keep two or so. i leave the room eventually, fearful of not only the child that stabbed me but of all children who can potentially wield knives.

on the way out, people are everywhere. like i said, it was a party, and the whole building is reserved for it. i walk outside briefly and these two guys are walking and talking to each other about something. finally one of them leaves and the other one comes up to me and starts walking and talking with me. not sure what we talk about. nothing significant, i don’t think. but we sit down in some room where a meeting or presentation is going on. i’m not really listening. we end up holding hands and i tell him i got stabbed in the leg. in fact, the fact that i got stabbed in the leg was one of the first things i said, which is kind of weird (and not that it even hurt anymore or anything).

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jenny:
in this dream i wasn’t myself. i was a half demon/half man type creature.

while i don’t remember dreaming about this, in my dream i had just killed an 8 year old boy and was going to modify my appearance to look like him and enter his school. my fingerprints were all over the gun i had used, but as long as i could believably pretend to be the boy, no one would know he was dead and no one would find me.

i’m scaling a rocky mountain. i keep wedging my scaly hands into the crevices to pull myself up but keep falling. i continue trying until i find an easier route that allows me to almost walk up the mountain. at the top of the mountain i find a bag with clothes to disguise myself in, blue contacts (the boys eyes were blue) a wand and a really sharp mini-axe. i quickly transform myself as two other students walk around the corner. at the top of the mountain was a doorway into the school. i enter with them.

i’m careful to imitate the boy’s mannerisms. he had a deformity in his feet that made him limp, so i tried to limp. i am so nervous about being caught and at the same time feel extremely guilty about killing the boy, but continue on. i can’t let myself be discovered.

i meet up with another half-demon/half-man who was my accomplice in the murder. he pulls out his sharp axe and asks where mine is. i pull mine out and touch the end of the blade- it’s extremely sharp. he laughs and asks if i’m ready. as i’m about to answer, a school administrator enters the room and notices the weapon in my accomplices hand. i pretend to not know what’s going on and the administrator walks over to the accomplice, extremely angry. the administrator’s eyes turn black–not just the center of the eye, but the whole eye. as he stares into my accomplice’s eyes, my accomplice dies. i scurry off to class.

after class, i’m walking in the hall, still taking great care to ensure i’m limping. a teacher keeps watching me oddly and i feel like my cover is blown. i’m sure they know i’m not the boy.

she walks over to me and asks me a few personal questions. she’s joined by the school principal who says, “it’s odd that usually your left toe is pointing in, but now your right toe is.” i’m sure at this point they know i’m not the boy. the teacher has tears in her eyes and starts screaming at me, “what did you do with him? where is he?” i’m still desperately trying to pretend i’m this boy.

she turns her back to me and when she turns back around, her whole eyes are black and tears are still coming out. she says, “it hurts me to do this, but i know you’re not him.” she pushes me back onto the hallway floor and pins my arms next to me. she’s staring into my eyes, trying to kill me but the blue contacts i put in are reflecting back her ‘killing’ gaze. i start snickering and say, “it’s not going to work. you should have asked sam about this before you tried.”

i wake up. i don’t know who sam is and this whole dream is just f’ing weird.

abe:
i had to shoot one of my buddies because he went nuts and took hostages. it was real life friend who also became a cop, though it didn’t look like him. but in the dream i knew it was him. he took a bunch of kids hostage in a bus and threatened them with grenades. but kids were running off. i remember this one little girl was running off, but this fat kid was holding onto her yelling for her not to leave him. which is weird, because not too long ago i went on a call of a robbery of a little asian kid being jumped and during his getting beaten up, he was yelling and reaching out for one of his friends who was standing there — a girl.

so anyway, i run up and i’m trying to pull the girl away. then my friend runs up to that end of the bus, and he has the grenade in his hand. he pulls the pin. so i drew my off-duty gun and shot him three times in the head/face area. then i drug him out of the bus with the grenade still in his hand, and i run as far away as possible. but then somehow, he wasn’t dead. he tried to grab at my gun so i shot him three more times and kicked him off me. the grenade never went off.

then the 2nd part was how he got to that point. it was like a flashback. i guess he was having a lot of professional trouble in his department and was getting into it with his superiors a lot. so for whatever reason, they hold a public hearing in san jose, in a big arena type place.. where he was grilled by some council. and he couldn’t really provide answers and seemed really dejected. so the crowd is in the background, yelling for his resignation, and the council voted to do so. and i saw his mom running wildly in shock. he was just hanging his head the whole time, and his attorney runs over and holds up a sign saying, “you guys just let him down,” or somethign to that effect.

inspiration: stressful situation at work. let’s just say, i came the closest i’ve ever been to shooting someone.