1:02 p.m. - 2005-05-21
I dreamed WHAT?
I had a dream, but it's been a few hours, so I don't know how much I can remember or if it even makes sense anymore.
My sister bought a house in my neighborhood. There was a mandatory recycling program that charged like $68.00 per month. A large back hoe would drive up and down the streets to pick up aluminum cans, and if you had an excessive amount of recyclable material, you would be charged $74.00. My sister and I planned to get a house together somewhere else.
We attended a party with family in a really nice neighborhood. I can't remember what the party was about, but something went wrong and we had to leave quickly. Katie, Mom, Grandma, and I ran out of the house where the party was, onto the lawn. It was at night, but we could see a big, shiny, black car moving slowly down the street. It came to a stop near us, and someone rolled down the window and started shooting at us. I can't remember if anyone was hit, but I think there was an injury, because I ran back into the house where the party was and asked a friend if I could use her cellphone to call 911. She let me, but I was put on hold and it just kept playing that "If you get caught between the moon and New York City" song over and over.
We still had to get out of the house where the party was, so we ran across the street to another house. It was like a mansion, it was so big. The woman that lived there let us in, and I found out that Katie had her cellphone with her. I tried calling 911 again but was placed on hold with some other elevator music playing.
Then, for some reason I can't remember, the same thing happened over again: my mom, sister, grandma, and I were suddenly on the lawn of the other house again, and we saw the black car driving toward us again, and this time I saw that it was a limo. I knew what was going to happen, and I yelled for everyone to get down. This time, no one got shot.
I still couldn't explain why we were being shot at, or why 911 wouldn't answer our call. We ran back across the street to the mansion again. We were able to stay for a little while, and the old lady that lived there was very helpful. She offered to hide us for as long as we needed to stay, but that wasn't an option; we somehow knew that there were people looking for us and we didn't want her to get hurt.
We left her house and ran or walked from that street, but I don't remember much about that part. No one ever did catch up with us.
Then, somehow, I eventually ended up on a helicopter. It belonged either to my dad or some rich guy, and I'm not sure why I would mix the two up. Anyway, the helicopter was beautiful on the inside, with several rooms, hardwood floors, and a modern kitchen. I swear.
That's everything I can remember about the dream.
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