The Dream Log

So I was driving somebody my friend Josh home. we were stopped at a red light, and right next to us there was a cop car with the lights on and a cop was outside holding up a gun. there was another car behind it and a guy standing outside of it with his gun. Josh saw all of this before i did, and he told me to get down. when i looked, the guy shot the cop. me and Josh ducked way down into the car and i tried calling 911 (because driving somewhere else to call wasn’t logical). but the call wasn’t going through. my window was open a little bit at the bottom, and all of a sudden the end of the gun is pointing through the window and is like an inch away from my stomach. the gun is like a double barreled rifle, and i was somehow able to twist the barrels and the the gun into a knot. then Josh wasn’t there anymore and the scary guy drove me home in my car. he pulled into my garage, so he had to walk through my house and walk out the front door to get into his car which was somehow in front of my house. when we walked through i saw my mom and my grandparents talking in the living room. the guy walked out and started walking down the stairs (because now our front porch was like a third-floor balcony). i locked the door and, hysterical, i told my mom “did you see that guy that just walked through? he robbed somebody and shot a cop!” my mom was like “well, don’t invite people like that in!” it wasn’t until then that i realized how stupid that i was that i directed him to my house AND i led him inside. he could have started taking things or hurt somebody. i looked out the window and i saw that he wasn’t in this car yet, he was sitting in my grandparent’s van taking money out of my grandpa’s wallet. i remembered that he didn’t have a working gun anymore, so i went out on the balcony and started shouting at him. “wow, really? can you really not get a job or something?”

he shouts “shut up!”

i shout “get a job!”

he says “see this?” and holds up his stupid gun. “look what else i have.” he holds up this giant club (which looked like something Native Americans would have made; and BIG rock tied to a really thick stick). i realized that he was planning to break into my house and kill me with that thing. so i started running and looking for a place to hide and i woke up.