Dream 028
I was shot! There was a gang who was trying to beat on a bunch of people I was with. They were forcing us to make mini videos using tiny magnetic letters and small action figures and animal.
I said something rude to one of them because I was pissed at being held captive. He held a gun up to my back and I ran my mouth at him again like, 'oh come on, you wouldn't.' Then he shot me, right in the side. It was this awful ugly welt & hole, and it HURT. It didn't bleed much though, and they made me continue to make these stupid videos.
They led us home later and the gang people were holding us back from telling anyone anything that had happened... but I really just wanted to go to a doctor to see if I had a big ol' slug in my side. I kept making motions at my mother behind their backs, but she didn't understand anything.
I kept trying to tell someone something, and then I finally just lifted up my shirt to show the big ugly hole in my side from being shot. She freaked out and yelled at the gang dudes who obviously got angry at me and tried to hold me back.
I ran away and hid in a dog store where a kung-fu gang member finally found me.
Oh and this all happened outside the grocery store by my old place.
Here's one for you (yes, intense mental strain to remember it):
ReplyDeleteThere was a highschool reunion of both my canadian and russian classmates; I wen to it (it was in a park) and EVERYONE hated me-- noone woud talk to me and they all gave me dirty looks. I couldn't figure out what I'd done to giet SUCH bad PR and was saying to myself "well, at least Nicole didnt come, she would've hated it." So I said a coule nice things to those people who used to be nice back int he day and left. I was still pretty confused about it, but thatnkfully, when I got home, there was a guy in my backyard from our highschool (tall&gorgeous, just not sure which one) and I was about to decide whether or not I should talk to him (or if he'd be mean) when he goes "we need to talk." So I was glad to have some light shed on that whole thing finally... so I offered him a drink and headed home to get something. As I'm walking towards the kitchen, my Mother opened the door to the backyard and this really cute squirrel jumped inside the house; I sorta went "shoo!" with my shoe and it attacked me and ripped huge chunks of skin out of my right thigh... so my mom freaked out and tried to get it off me and chase it away; except she was wearing a face mask and so we both looked insane running around with the squirrel until we finally got rid of it --at which point I was really surprised to see the guy still waiting in my backyard and not running away scared.
Then I had a kid.
Oh yeah: none of that conception/pregnancy/birthing business for me; I had a kid and lived with you and your mom in Texas. (it might've been Arkansas) My son was the cutest, blondest thing ever and I was very relieved to have him (for some reason); then I was trying to get your sister to babysit while I go for the party Steph and Lindsay were going to, which was happening at a place where the hurricane was supposed to hit. Oh yeah, it was gonna be fantastic. But your sis wasn't thrilled so I stayed in and made macaroni of all different kinds for dinner.
That's a fantastic dream!
ReplyDelete:D Texas, Arkansas. Same thing, right?
pretty much; =)
ReplyDeletealso: someone last week told me a story of the girl who got shot here last year-- she was coming out of a club and had this kid pull a gun at her to mug her; her reaction: "are you SERIOUS?! like, WHAT are you gonna do, SHOOT me?!" --got shot in the face. 0_0
Ouch, that's brutal. Never talk tough to someone with a gun. That's the moral of that one.
ReplyDeletewhat happened to my picture?
ReplyDeleteyeah, not a good idea to be keeping up the dumb blonde routine when someone's pointing a gun at you.
ReplyDeleteyou remember that, nicole!!!
hahaha, I shall!
ReplyDeleteWell, it says Svetlana now as well- what DID happen to your picture??!