Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Shoot em up!

Two dreams shared a similar theme last night. So, here it goes.

***Dream One
I was at a school heading for gym class. On the way I found a scared little kid so I was trying to help him find his mom. I eventually found her and she was happy and all that, but I looked at the time and realized I was fifteen minutes late. So I ran to class and my teacher said something like "I'm fed up with you, go to the other gym teacher". So I went, and he was a really mean looking bald guy, who looked like an actual gym teacher I had back in high school. In the class room he was teaching some art class and forsome reason he was really really pissed at me. He was saying a lot of stuff to me and picked up an art stool and got ready to swing it at me. I picked up my own and was ready to fight back when he pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at me. Me and another student managed to fight the gun away from him and became school heroes. Not too shabby.

Dream Two
My Ex called me on the phone crying saying that her husband had killed himself after shooting up his school. She was coming to see me for whatever reason so I agreed to pick her up from the airport. When I met her at the airport she looked like one of those no good girls